2222 07-38D Chthonic Tarot–The Chariot–China (Poker)2222 07-38D Chthonic Tarot–The Chariot–China (Tarot)2223 07-38D Chthonic Tarot–The Chariot–England (Poker)2223 07-38D Chthonic Tarot–The Chariot–England (Tarot)2241 07-38D Gog and Magog–too late2242 07-38D Gog and Magog–too big2243 07-38D Gog and Magog–ineffective wall2244 07-38D Gog and Magog–ineffective wall AND too late2245 07-38D Um–boys? That’s not where we needed it…2246 07-38D Fantastical but no place for Gog or Magog2247 07-38D This was supposed to be easy! It’s not even the main image!2248 07-38D So beautiful…2249 07-38D So haunting…2250 07-38D So intriguing…2251 07-38D … but still not what I need 2252 07-38D Beautiful but too far away2253 07-38D really intriguing… but his hands are cut off2254 07-38D Amazing… but not smug enough2255 07-38D That’s right. All of it’s mine2256 07-38D Bring me the women!2257 07-38D Malian women bringing wood from the South2258 07-38D Slaves building the Great Wall2259 07-38D–Kulak forced labor in Great Leap Forward2260 07-38D Haughty Former People (Grand Duchessesof v.) Forced to Work 19172261 07-38D So cool!… so many problems 12262 07-38D So cool!… so many problems 22263 07-38D So cool!… so many problems 3
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Húanglóng have agreed to resolve a disagreement between them by betting on a game of Perdition, the demonic version of tarot. The atmosphere is rowdy. The doors have been closed and the initial stakes have been pledged. Now, play begins. NOW:
Penny was still draped helplessly with her arms over Fang’s and Kadidia’s shoulders, her legs over their knees, her bottom hanging vulnerably in space, her midsection exposed, and her mouth filled with the bottle of tincture slowly oozing into Penny’s distressed face.
When Channah turned to look at her, she paused, absorbing the tableau, and grinned with genuine delight before she began: “Is everyone being as dutiful as little Penny in anteing up? A flagon or a bong, my wickeds. A flagon or a bong!” she reminded them, prompting the laggards to hurry and the rest—including Esmeray on behalf of Penny—to chorus: “Staked and baked!” Each laggard repeated the same phrase until everyone had imbibed as required
“We need a dealer!” Channah declared. “And since there’s only one eligible player, I should say we need our dealer. Penny my dear-heart, we need to know if you’re ready to deal. Before you answer—” she held up one finger warningly, “need I remind you that for all intents and purposes, you’re still in hell, my love, and hell expects you to play your part and play the game. And if you’re expecting heaven to help you, well…” she shrugged. “You know you’ve cut your ties to heaven a dozen times over now, don’t you?”
With a stricken look, Penny nodded as best she could.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to list them all off for you?” She asked, holding up her hand so she could count them off one finger at a time, provoking a ripple of laughter in the room. “Sodomy, contracting with the Queen of Hell, marrying the Queen of Hell—more sodomy, participating in a Profane Rite—”
“Enthusiastically participating in an Obscene Rite,” Kadidia interjected, laughing and giving her genitals another brutal squeeze.
“Exactly! Can you remember your place?” And when Penny nodded, Channah cried: “Excellent! Hands off the dealer!”
Kadidia, Fang, and Esmeray released Penny with various degrees of reluctance or casual disregard, barely giving her a chance to slide back onto the bench before falling to the ground.
Penny slumped in her seat, a desperate, lost, regretful look in her eye until Channah clapped her hands to get the girl’s attention and cautioned her: “Deal, worshipful wife of mine. Triumphs only.” And, warming to her taunt, she hissed: “Chattel of Hell.”
As if forcing herself though a barricade by sheer force of will, disturbingly at odds with the thousand-yard stare in her eyes, Penny picked up the cards, taking the Triumphs and shuffling them woodenly, even absent-mindedly, oblivious to the looks of the demons around her.
“That’s enough shuffling, zuckerbär,” Channah prompted gently, with glances at Kadidia and Fang, who shrugged. “One card to each player, face up, counterclockwise. Low card starts.”
Penny mechanically set down Justice—eight—before Kadidia, who was still tut-tutting with mild disappointment when Penny laid the Chariot—seven—in front of Judas, who shrugged and nodded, even as the Lovers—six—were dealt to Miriam, who predicted: “This can’t last.” The High Priest—five—appeared next, before Channah, who also opened her mouth but then shook her head without speaking. Rivqah received the Emperor—four—and Húanglóng the Empress—three—before players and lovers alike started shaking their heads doubtfully and predicting: “No. No way.” Fang was dealt the High Priestess. Two.
“No!” “Stop!” “Hang on!” the players erupted. And “Wait!” Channah shouted, half-rising and leaning forward across the table to pin Penny’s hand where it fell. Penny looked up sharply to meet her eyes.
“Impossible a hucow cheated right in front of us all!” Judas barked. “Five Hates she deals herself a high card.”
“Five it’s the Magician,” Rivqah countered, sounding surprised to hear the words coming out of her own mouth, as the two of them found their coins and whacked them on the table.
“Done!” Judas proclaimed delightedly. “I might even have taken less than even odds!”
“High card,” Húanglóng bet, slapping a string of 10 Hate Coins on the table.
“Magician,” Miriam shrugged, almost embarrassed, following his example.
Fang, Kadidia, and Channah all looked at one another, then Channah looked back at Penny’s face. “I saw only surprise in the dealer’s face,” she admitted. “Any takers for high card?”
After a moment of silence, Fang shrugged. “I’m not that superstitious yet. I’ll bet…” she considered, pulling some coins from her pocket and rattling them idly, then used her other hand to pull a single coin out. “One.” She set it on the table.
“Done!” Kadidia beat Channah to the punch, slapping down a coin of her own.
“Cheating cow!” Channah complained.
“I’m only betting against my instinct because of my long experience with math,” Fang admitted. “Just to support the principle of it. Before concluding the dealer is spoiled. You bet more on a high card and I’ll take your action, though.”
“Never mind,” Channah shrugged, releasing Penny’s hand and sitting back down opposite her. And when Penny remained frozen, her hand still on Fang’s card, Channah amplified: “Go on. We all want to see it.”
Magician. One.
The room erupted: “Fraud!” “Cheating!” “Rotten dealer!”
Hong even paused in her attentions to Judas long enough to look back at the table and testify: “A moment ago the girl did not know how to shuffle. I’d—well, bet on it,” she admitted.
“And from what I know of her, I would be very surprised to learn otherwise,” Miriam agreed, collecting her winnings even as Rivqah—nodding in agreement with her—was collecting her own.
“Then why did you bet otherwise?!” Judas demanded as Rivqah shrugged tentatively. “More than fraud—conspiracy!”
“Maybe not that,” Húanglóng conceded, laughter confirming that the others were equally skeptical. “Yet. But at least a reasonable suspicion of chicanery by the dealer! Peel the dealer!”
“Peel the dealer!” several voices immediately repeated. “Peel the dealer! Peel the dealer!” half the crowd chanted.
Penny, entirely with reason, looked around the room nervously, shrinking back unconsciously until she bumped into Esmeray, who prevented her from jerking forward again by putting her hands on Penny’s shoulders and murmuring: “They just want to see your arms are bare when you deal,” she explained, tugging Penny’s sleeves down her arms.
“Yes, Qahramanah,” she agreed submissively, then suddenly screeched, clutching the front of her dress: “Wait! I forgot—”
“I’ll hold it up,” Esmeray assured her. “You pay attention and focus on the game. Don’t let them distract you. We do not want to lose any more than necessary. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Fully peeled, I think!” Tifaret demanded. “Just to be safe.”
As Penny’s arms came out of her sleeves, Fang and Kadidia caught her hands, holding them still to loosen and remove her wrist cuffs. While Esmeray gathered her dress just under her shoulders and tied it behind her back to stay in place, the two succubae ran their hands up and down her arms, from fingertips to shoulders and armpits. “Peeled and sealed,” Kadidia concluded, returning Penny’s hand and snickering: “How’s that?”
“Good,” Fang allowed, “But I’d say peeled, sealed, and ready to deal,” drawing a nod of respect from Kadidia as several of the demons snorted and groaned.
“Shuffle and deal, Meoto,” Kadidia prompted. “And keep your arms above the table!” Penny obeyed, quite aware that this time, as she leaned forward and picked up the cards, everyone in the room was watching her hands and the cards with more-than-casual interest.
After she had shuffled eight times, Kadidia barked: “Cut!”
Penny hesitated for a second, then murmured to herself “Counter-clockwise” as she set the deck before Fang, who lifted about three-quarters of the cards off the top and set them to one side. As soon as Penny was sure it was her job, she set the short stack on the tall one and, nodding, began to deal as Hong had taught her, three cards at a time; until the last round, when she had only 8 cards in her hand. Pausing, she counted and shook her head.
“What is it, slave?” Kadidia asked.
“There are only… eight cards left. I’m sorry, I must have made a mistake.”
“Not that I saw, darling,” Channah drawled. “And I was watching.” The other demons nodded.
“But there are 134 cards in the deck,” Penny frowned. “Divided by eight… there should be six remainder for the starter.” And then her eyes widened. “For me!”
“128,” several members corrected her.
“No, Mistresses and Masters,” Penny insisted. “22 plus 8 times 14 is 134—”
“The other 6 cards are around here somewhere, sweetie,” Channah explained. “We’ll find them before the next deal.”
“What?” Penny looked worried and confused. “I—I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t understand—”
Channah held up her hands. “That’s what happens, sugar.”
“You should call her ‘peach,’” Judas suggested. And then, demonstrating with his hands: “Or peaches.”
“Oh, please!” the succubae simultaneously protested.
“And the other one ‘pineapple.’ Or maybe ‘lemon.’”
“Lemon’s too tart for Chastity,” Miriam opined. “She’s sweet too. More like pineapple.”
“But lemon sounds better,” Rivqah suggested.
“You could use ‘Fènglí,’” Fang suggested.
“Or the local term—what is it, ‘piña?’” Miriam asked.
“The local would actually be ‘matsajtli,’” Channah corrected.
“That’s surely worse than ‘pineapple,’” Húanglóng suggested reasonably. “I like the German. ‘Ananas.’”
“’An anus?’ Perfect!” Judas deliberately mispronounced it.
“And on that note—Piña. You can call her Piña if you must address my slaves as fruit,” Channah resolved the issue, before glaring at Penny. “How long are you going to hold onto those cards and make us all keep staring at you?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress—did I drop six cards? Should I look under the tab—“
“DO NOT MOVE while those cards are in your hand!” Channah commanded sharply.
“The extra cards always disappear when you play with eight,” Esmeray explained behind her.
“Wha—” and as Penny started turning toward Esmeray everyone cried:
“NO! Keep your hands where they are!”
“I’m—I’m sorry—” Penny was flustered.
“Mind your qahramanah. Trust her. Her words are always your truth,” Channah reminded Penny. “And, yes, the extras disappear,” Channah concurred. “But we’ll find them in time for the next deal. Now finish this one, Princess! “
Knowing ‘Princess’ was rarely used to indicate Channah was pleased, Penny hastily finished dealing the last eight cards, waiting for the others to take their cards before she picked up her own.
Penny caught a sharp look from Channah and cringed. “Mistress?” she whispered.
But Channah shook her head snappishly and looked back down at her cards. Before Penny could try to put her finger quite on what was happening, Esmeray leaned forward to whisper into Penny’s ear: “With eight players, most hands will go to Triumphs but—” her eyes fell on the Pharaoh of Spades Penny was carefully cradling to show only her and grunted with satisfaction. “As a human, you cry ‘I grovel before my Queen’ when you play it. When anyone plays it.”
“Why would I—?” Penny started asking out loud.
“Ssht!” she clapped her hand over Penny’s mouth again. “Do not talk out loud about what you’re playing, ninny!” Releasing her grip once Penny nodded, looking embarrassed, Esmeray continued: “It’s the tincture, silly girl.”
“It is?” she asked, amazed.
“You’re high. Intoxicated,” she clarified.
“I am?!” Penny asked, even more amazed, to the amusement of everybody who wasn’t human.
“You so are,” Rivqah laughed.
“The high may make you want to talk even more, Meoto,” Esmeray pointed out, which provoked further laughter.
“Surely not that!” Miriam grinned.
“Just what we need,” Channah smirked.
“I may not have thought the laudanum quite through before recommending it, Majesty,” Kadidia conceded wryly.
“So, guard your mouth particularly well,” Esmeray cautioned her.
“Yes, Domina.” Then she turned and leaned back her head, carefully leaving her hands where they were on the table, to whisper: “But why should I say—”
Using her hand to further muffle their exchange, Esmeray explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world: “Because the Pharaohs of Spades and Hearts are her cards. And you’re in her presence. And she’s your master.”
“Lillith and Cain stop chatting Meoto and play!” Channah exclaimed.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Esmeray answered sharply, snapping at Penny: “Play it, say it, and follow my lead for the rest of the trick,” she cautioned. “You too, Chas—imitate what I say!”
“Yes, qahramanah,” her jawari answered, Chas turning away from Húanglóng, staring curiously as Penny laid down the Pharaoh of Spades, Penny leading and all the humans at the table following with: “I grovel before my Queen!”
“As you ought, you primitive wretches!” Channah snarled, starting to pull a card from her hand, then shaking her head firmly, shoved back before playing the Ot of Spades.
As play proceeded, Esmeray explained: “All the face cards are associated with prominent demons. Kadid—” she began, before interrupting herself when Judas—of all people—played the Rajah of Spades to exclaim, at a much higher volume: “Hail Judas!”, echoed by the other humans. Quickly resuming, she explained “Kadidia is the Huángdì and—Hail Rivqah!” as Miriam played the Sultanah of spades. No one played the Huángdì, but everyone had at least one spade, giving Penny the first trick. Miriam, having lost the highest card, finished her wine and burped loudly, raising her cup above her head until her teammate George realized he was meant to fill it as she continued playing.
Penny, carefully holding her cards so only she and Esmeray could see them, tapped the Pharaoh of Swords; and when Esmeray nodded her consent, played it. More calmly, since there was less urgency and she didn’t have to keep an eye on the cards, Esmeray finished explaining: “Similarly, Fang is the Huángdì of hearts and Miriam the Sultanah.”
“Who is the Rajah?”
“The Succubus A-a-r-a-d-h-y-a. But since she isn’t here, you don’t dare use her name.”
“Whyever not?”
“Lest she hear you,” Esmeray answered, the simple statement chilling Penny so deeply she shivered. “And appear expecting someone summoning her to have had a good—by which I mean a terrible—reason for doing so.”
“That actually works?!” Penny squeaked. “Summoning them by calling their name?!”
Esmeray snickered. “Rarely. Not unless you’re chanting a spell or making an offering worthy of them. Which is exactly why it’s dangerous to summon one accidentally. If they’re close by, and bored or needing a distraction, they might appear. And because they consider you have summoned them without the proper respect, they are not well-disposed.” While Penny was digesting that she added: “Oh! Húanglóng is not your Lord, but as a King of Hell he deserves respect. When a Queen or King of another court is present, you say, ‘The dread Queen. (Or King.).’ But only a Queen or King!”
Penny lost the second trick to Fang, who played a Triumph. She started the third trick with a diamond. The moment she placed it on the table, Channah’s eyes flicked from it up to Penny’s, something brewing there—or rather, continuing to brew, that had begun when she saw her cards. When it came to her turn, she played the Pharaoh of Diamonds, only to lose the trick to Rivqah, who played a Triumph. When Rivqah led the following trick with a Coin, Channah shook her head; and—catching everyone’s attention—hissed with displeasure when she played a low-ranking Triumph, The Chariot.. She was more upset to play it, than to lose it to a higher Triumph played by Miriam. Channah’s only reaction to that was to drink her deep draught with poor humor. Her reaction was one of relief when Miriam led with a wand—only to look startled when a Triumph was played; and uneasy as she laid down the Huángdì of Wands. Next she lost the Sice of Swords, hissing with fury as she was forced to play (and lose) the Pharaoh of Wands, followed by one of the higher cards in the deck, Death. Penny was drawn back to Channah’s face, again and again; and she nervously felt certain Channah was aware of it, imagining that would displease her. But Channah never looked back at her. And Penny couldn’t help checking in with her expression, feeling uneasy and jumpy about whatever darkness was brewing there. When Húanglóng led with the Cater of Spades, Channah’s face darkened noticeably. And just as Channah pulled and played the Trey of Spades, Penny gasped, turned pink, and then grunted as quietly as she could in an expression that could have been a reaction to the game but seemed a bit too emphatic for such a low and unremarkable card this late in the round.
Channah lost the Trey of Spades, the Devil, the Pharaoh of Hearts and The High Priestess in rapid order. A bad run for what seemed on the surface to be a reasonably strong hand. As she played the Pharaoh of Hearts, Fang became curious about Penny’s combination of discomfort and embarrassment. Reaching over one hand, she flipped her skirt up, snorting sardonically to find the hard sole and heel of Channah’s mule grinding mercilessly into Penny’s crotch.
“Don’t tell us she’s tempting the fates?” Rivqah asked.
Fang laughed. “The opposite. Poor Penny’s probably wishing right now she could hide her little clit back in its cage where it belongs.” And at the expression that flitted involuntarily over Penny’s face, seeming to confirm the suggestion, the entire table erupted in even louder laughter.
Using her thumb to wipe a tear from Penny’s eye and feed it to her, Kadidia growled: “She’s such a sensitive little princess.”
“She! Is!” Channah agreed, grunting with the effort of a particularly brutal pair of shoves that made Penny moue and scoot back.
“Huh-unh!” the entire table complained.
And when Channah relented for a moment from her assault, Esmeray quickly shoved Penny’s hips forward, Channah beginning to crunch it viciously again once Penny was back in her place.
Esmeray, leaning awkwardly over Penny’s shoulders to play the next card from her hand when the girl didn’t seem to notice it was her turn, trying with limited success to avoid too much bodily contact, felt compelled to complain: “Mistresses and Masters, the dealer’s ability to play is being interfered with!”
And with a disgusted sigh revealing her frustration at the game, but without disputing Esmeray’s claim, Channah stopped crushing on Penny, leaving her foot where it was and forgetting about it as her attention returned to the game.
When the points were counted, Penny had squeaked past Fang to win the first deal. She looked slightly dazed as her teammates cheered and even the humans on other teams complemented them and seemed to take some kind of pride in it.
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2187 07-36 Rivqah, Channah, and Miriam relaxing after celebrating2188 07-36 Recalling how easily Huanglong humiliated her cucks2189 07-36 Tiferet painting Channah’s party2190 07-36 Painting Porn2191 07-36 Penance and Chastity gushing about the Dragon King2192 07-36 Channah pouncing on Jacob2193 07-36 Channah in the mood to ride 2194 07-36 Catch Me if You Can2195 07-36 The Challenge2196 07-36 Full Gallop
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, while forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for and serve the lovers; before her First Husband dressed down her Secondary Wives for marrying Channah without his consent. NOW:
Rivqah had noticed George’s giant appendage beginning to stir at the sight of Húanglóng spanking Chastity and she leaned over, beginning to stroke him and whispering in his ear: “You like seeing girls get spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he admitted, pinkening with embarrassment, but hardly able to deny the physical evidence unrolling in front of him. “I—I like seeing anybody get spanked, but—but especially gurls, I think. T-girls.”
“I think it’s time for our Queen’s big moment,” Miriam suggested to Rivqah. “And since you’re stealing my stud—”
“Hey! Fair’s fair!” They both laughed, as Miriam stood, walked around George and Rivqah, and knelt in front of Jacob, looking up in his eyes as she began tickling him, enjoying the way his breath caught and the sly smile that started forming on his lips despite his best efforts to remain moody and resentful. “Don’t be such a pill!” she whispered to him good-naturedly. “You’re about to fuck the Queen. We all know you’re a smart and clever boy, but hello! The succubae, on the whole, are smart and clever, so our cambions are too! D’uh! Don’t be pissy about the fact your ticket to ride comes from down—here—” she kissed him “Just be glad you were invited at all. You’ve impressed the Queen, as well as us!” And she dove down.
Jacob groused: “Don’t you think she likes it better, knowing how much it pisses me off?!” Miriam popped him out of her mouth, making a mock-surprised face at Rivqah, who tried to stifle her own laugh in return. Still looking at Rivqah, Miriam hissed: “I think we all prefer that, now that you mention it.”
“I certainly do,” Rivqah answered. “And just did, in fact. Petulant little brat! So let the wittle baby be all steamy and mad so Channah can really enjoy him!”
The conflicting expressions on Jacob’s face, of vindication and rage to have confirmed his suspicions were correct, were priceless. But fortunately for their plans, he didn’t seem to be any better than Penny and Chastity at reining in his passions today.
While continuing to spank Chastity, who cried and wailed and twisted but couldn’t budge Húanglóng’s powerful hold a single inch, Húanglóng continued addressing all three of his wives, lead wife and secondary wives alike. “Chastity is a girl. She knows she’s a girl, she accepts she’s a girl, and yes, having been born a male, it’s perfectly understandable the shame she feels. Of course she’s ashamed! She was meant to be a man! Anyone born a male with even an ounce of pride would do everything in their power to fulfill their destiny as a man. But she’s given all that up and defied God’s laws and plans just so she can pursue her weak, greedy, selfish little cherished fantasy. She is a rightly-ashamed little girl. Now get back down in your place and thank me for spanking you and accepting you for what little you are!”
As Chastity scrambled to obey, holding her blistered bottom and whining fussily, hissing when she tried to lie down on her back and felt the pain from her freshly-abused bottom, Húanglóng snapped his fingers to summon his other ceshi: “Penance Batonnoir! Come here this instant!” At the same time, Channah was motioning for Esmeray to come over to her, even as she began pouring wine on her husband’s left foot so it dribbled into Chastity’s mouth as she waited for Esmeray to pick her way across the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy, please—” Penny whimpered, unable to cover her bottom with her bound hands but trying her best to keep it away from Húanglóng.
“Don’t you dare sass me, girl. Get over here!” Húanglóng seized her arm and threw her over Húanglóng’s right knee, using his right hand and left leg to lock her in place the same way she had held Chastity over her other knee a few moments ago.
“No, Daddy, please!” Penance whined, her attempt at resistance as satisfying as it was ineffective. When Húanglóng’s powerful right hand pushed her head down she knew she was his and fell limp, crying and waiting for his inevitable discipline, which promptly began, the lord’s left hand rising and falling with every bit of the speed and force he had used on her sister.
Penny immediately started bawling, which Húanglóng calmly put a stop to by pausing his spanking just long enough so Penny quieted down enough to hear Húanglóng explain: “I’m going to keep spanking you until I’ve finished lecturing you. If you’re making too much noise to listen, I’m simply going to keep spanking you without even starting my lecture, until you hush your mouth. So, it’s up to you. If you want your spanking to continue all day long, missy, you keep bawling.” And with that, Húanglóng resumed, spanking systematically, hard, and rapidly as Penny tried desperately to stifle her cries, wiggling and kicking over Húanglóng’s knee and doing her best to keep quiet long enough for Húanglóng to finish lecturing her.
“I can’t remember ever dealing with a bigger baby in my life,” Húanglóng began, shaking his head disapprovingly. “It’s like you almost want to be beaten! Has no one ever explained to you that nothing makes a demon want to hit you more, than knowing you’re weak and vulnerable and suffering?”
“Oh, I’ve told him,” Rivqah promised.
“As have I,” Miriam added.
“And I,” Channah laughed. “But she’s hard-headed. And ‘sensitive.’” Everyone laughed, as Channah handed off the bottle of double-spiked wine to Esmeray and made her way to where Miriam was fluffing Jacob. “Is it showtime?!” she asked her friend excitedly.
And Rivqah, without taking her eyes off George’s snake, which was slowly stretching and hardening under the attention of her fingers, answered: “Yes it is, my liege! The scarlet cushion is prepared for you. We tried to anticipate everything….”
“Oh, thank you dear, that’s so thoughtful,” Channah paused, stroking Miriam’s hair appreciatively. “Taking such special care of my boy. If you need one, we can bring over a sissy to finish the fluffing?”
Miriam observed: “Húanglóng is doing so well with them, I hesitate to interfere. And I don’t mind, Jacob’s delicious.” And she resumed working on Jacob while Channah, plucking a jar of lube from a tabletop, turned around and backed up, straddling Miriam, her thighs touching her handmaid’s shoulders, thrusting her bottom back until it was a few inches above Miriam’s neck—and therefore, right in Jacob’s face—and the top half of her body was bending forward, resting one hand on Miriam’s backside. “Get me ready for you, Jacob?” she pouted, holding the jar behind her and making appreciative noises as Jacob, chuckling, warmed the oil in his hands before rubbing it on Channah’s bottom.
Meanwhile, Húanglóng continued spanking and lecturing helpless, panting, trying-her-hardest-not-to-cry Penance: “I’m very upset with you, young lady!”
“I—I—I’m sorr—rree—Daddy!” she wailed, biting her lip to quiet down again instead of crying.
“For what?”
“I don’t know—whatever I did to upset you, Daddy! I want to please you so much!”
“That’s good, but apologizing for nothing, accomplishes nothing. I—want—you—to—listen!”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“Chastity is ashamed because she could have been a man, but she wanted—wants!—to be a weak woman instead. But you said you wanted to be a man!”
“I do, Daddy, I do, but I know I’m not!”
“Obviously not! And what did your Domina tell you?”
“I don’t kn—lots of things, Master! I mean Daddy!”
“What did she tell you about whether you were a man or a girl?”
“She told me I was a girl before I even knew it,” Penance whined, sobbing silently as the blows kept falling, using her shackled hands for the only thing she could use them for, pressing them into her mouth when she wasn’t talking to muffle her whimpering, so hopefully she wouldn’t upset her Daddy even more.
“And you want to be a man—as if you could! You’re lying over a bull’s lap locked up in chastity and being spanked while your wife gets ready for real men. Hello! Does that make you a man?”
“No, Sir, no Daddy!”
“What does it make you?”
“A sissy cuck, Sir,” Penny confessed miserably.
“You want to be something you’re not—a man!” Húanglóng’s laugh spoke volumes, and practically wilted Penance right in front of her eyes. “In defiance of your Domina!”
“No, Master—Sir—Daddy! I mean Daddy! I swear I would never defy my Domina! I love my Domina!”
“Liar!” Húanglóng growled, shaking his head. “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, young lady.”
“I swear! I swear!” Penny screeched desperately. “I’m telling you the truth!”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, oh yes, I promise of course ofcourseI’mtellingyouthetruthsir!”
“If you’re telling me the truth, I’ll let you up this instant. But if I can prove you’re lying, it will go very badly for you!”
“I’m telling the truth! I promise! I swear!”
“We’ll see. Did your Domina tell you you’re a girl?”
“Yes sir! Yes she did, Daddy! Oww ow oww…”
“And have you accepted what your Domina has decided for you? Or are you defying your Domina, and indeed your very—obvious—nature by hoping and fantasizing you’re a man?”
“I’m—yes! I’m sorry! I am defying my Domina, Daddy! Daddy, I didn’t I didn’t—iiieeee!” She squealed and twisted as Húanglóng, feeling it was time to make her pay for her defiance, picked up a belt from the bed beside him and began applying it to Penance’s ass, its steady crack exciting the succubae in the room as much as it sent Penny to the bare edge, almost suffocating herself to try and remain quiet until Húanglóng was finished with what he needed to say.
“You better be quiet, sissy! You’ve already lied to me and defied your Domina! Do you want to get in even more trouble?”
“No, I’m sorry, Sir! I’m sorry!” and she twisted her body just enough so she could push her face into the crack between Húanglóng’s hip and the bedsheet to muffle her own cries more effectively than she could do with her hands alone.
“So to recap: Have you defied your Domina?”
“Yes Master—ow!” she began.
“And have you lied to me?”
“Yes Daddy I’m so sorry for being a bad boy—I didn’t mean to, I promise!”
“Another promise? Really? So soon after your previous false promise has been exposed?”
“Yes Dadd—I mean no, Daddy!! Ow!”
“Then let’s try my question again, and this time, just answer me as you’ve been instructed to!”
“I mean—I mean—I can’t think of any—I can’t think of how I’d defy you, but I’m afraid I did something accidentally without realize—”
“Did you tell your Domina and me, just now, that you want to have sex with women, not men?”
“Yes, Daddy! I remember that Daddy!” she said gratefully, nodding frantically. “Yes, I said that Daddy!”
“After I, a man, warned you I planned to use you for sex?!”
“What?! Oh—oh I see, I’m so sorry! I did that too, Master! I’m bad. I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorrreee!” she wailed before forcing her mouth and nostrils down into the crack between her spanker’s leg and the bedspread to silence herself again.
“Yes! You! ARE! I! Expect! You! To! Do! Better!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You’d better!”
“I will! I promise I will!” Penny squealed and then started bawling. “I can’t—I can’t stop crying! It hurts too much, Daddy! Daddy, my bottom hurts! I’m sorry for crying, I know I’m a crybaby—”
“Lilith and Cain!” Húanglóng rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You need to stop crying and start apologizing. Get on your knees in front of me. Right! This! Instant!”
“Yessir, Yesdaddy!” Penny dropped like a sack of potatoes from her position over Húanglóng’s knee to her knees between Húanglóng’s feet, still sobbing, now facing Húanglóng and immediately moueing at what she saw. At what filled her vision.
“Chastity! Get up here, right next to your sister!”
“Yes, Daddy!” Chas yelped, moving with alacrity to push to her knees, and then squiggle in tight against Penny, the two of them tightly crammed together to fit between Húanglóng’s knees. Húanglóng took their heads and pushed them together, cheek to cheek. “If the crybaby can shut her mouth for one instant!” (she could, sounding like a greased pig dropped into a sloped sewer pipe) “you can hear the adults are getting ready to play again. Can’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy!” the girls nodded frantically, in no doubt as to what they were hearing: Channah moaning with pleasure; Jacob grunting with satisfaction; George gasping and writhing.
“You two have frustrated me and forced me to focus on punishing you, instead of celebrating with my principal wife! That’s inexcusable and now you need to make it up to me—and her—by getting me caught up. Tell me the truth: Do you two sissies want to please me?”
“Oh, YES Daddy!” They both gushed, nodding wildly.
“I want to please you so so so bad, Daddy!” Penny gushed.
“Me too! Even more!’ Please let me please—please give me a chance to show it!” Chastity interjected.
“Do you know what my name means? ‘Húanglóng’?”
“No Daddy,” they shook their heads, staring at the long yellow serpentine dangling in front of them.
“Yellow. Dragon,” he whispered, softly, dramatically, and without hesitation, causing the girls to gasp, understanding. He could see they Understood. “And I truly am that. Now, each of you put one arm around the other, and use your other arm to hold onto my leg, so you can fit between my powerful thighs better and be reminded what sissies you are. Your task is to charm the Yellow Dragon. To want to do i—”
But Húanglóng didn’t even have to finish his sentence. He chuckled. “That’s the way, girls. Forget all those silly ideas about being men… and wanting women… accept who you are. And be ashamed. Because that’s—even—fucking—hotter! Than actually embracing your own identity. Keep being ashamed, and helplessly attracted by your own natures, all at the same time! Your Domina taught me, long long ago, to recognize that is the sweetest of all pleasures, hotter than anything: a human who hates what they love, doesn’t like who they are, and can’t help it even a little bit! Hate yourselves you fucking sluts. Hell knows, you should! You’re pathetic!… I know you’ve never even seen, let alone handled, a real man’s equipment, like this, before. So let me teach you how to do it. Using your hands, and your mouths, all at once. I know, I know, your own underdeveloped bodies barely have enough room for your index finger and thumb.” He guffawed cruelly. “That’s part of why they’re locked up, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” the two girls agreed, their eagerness to please him dimming their awareness of how badly they were being humiliated, as they crammed together against one another, tight between Húanglóng’s bulging steel-cable thighs, and the next moment, feeling the weight of Húanglóng’s legs on their shoulders as he settled back, sighing with pleasure as they served him and acted as his footstools. They worked smoothly together, so crammed in by warm flesh on all sides they began to sweat as they strove assiduously to please their master, whose own needs and priorities were quickly becoming theirs.
On the other side of the large iceberg of divans in the corner, Channah climbed onto them and crawled forward to the scarlet mattress in the very middle of the large array of tightly-packed cushions, leering at Jacob and pointing straight down. “Here. Bottom… here, facing the room. Head towards the corner. Do it, Jacob, come on, baby.”
“My hand—”
“I need a cuck, Daddy!” Channah called out in a sing-song voice, provoking a snort of laughter.
“Fine. Which one’s the more difficult again? For others, I mean. They both seem like putty to me.”
“I can see that,” she admitted wryly. “They both have issues. But Penny’s our problem child.”
“Chastity, go attend to your Domina.”
“Oh, but Daddy, don’t you need—”
“I need you to obey! So I can help Penny understand who—and what—she is. Go!”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy!” Chastity, chastened, agreed and scampered onto the bed, crawling until she reached Jacob’s hand, which Channah was pointing to. “Yes, Domina?”
“Clean it!” she commanded, impressed once again by Húanglóng’s uncanny power to motivate humans, as Chastity went to work, only her expression and her attenuated breathing, betraying the difficulty she had with the task she had been assigned. Yet, the enthusiasm with which she acted despite her obvious struggle, revealed how much Húanglóng had already begun to colonize her brain and penetrate her skull.
While Chastity cleaned Jacob, Channah guided Jacob, showing him where she wanted him to lie down on his back, with his head over a gap between two mattresses. “but the hole—why—?” Jacob began, which she quieted by placing one finger on his lips and another on his crotch before running her mouth over Jacob’s torso, smelling and kissing him all over, distracting him while she fished out the shackle she had suspected she might find near his right wrist, Then, still moving sensuously, she climbed over him, straddling his waist and teasing him ever-so-lightly with her most-sweet and vile medlar, putting her lips against his ear and whispering as she mock-rode him, all the time fishing out the other shackle: “Unless you’re actually a masochist, you should learn from my two pathetic cucks and check your attitude. As a cambion, you should know better than to show me how I can hurt you by enjoying you.” And with a giggle and a sneer, she clicked the two shackles closed on his wrists simultaneously. “You’ve gone straight to the top of my party-invite list. Bitch! Now be a good little mattress boy for all of us. It’s unfair, but…” she shrugged and straightened up, meeting his eyes as she gagged him, tying the gag in turn to the edge of the divan so his head was trapped at an angle below the plane of the cushions, enjoying his wounded outrage, drinking it up like honey. She giggled. “I fucking love it. The only revenge you’re going to get is being rough with me, halfling. So do your worst—or, I hope, your best, with the one weapon I’m leaving you.”
And with that, reversed her position, facing away from him, crawling forward so her knees were almost to his, and guiding him, groaning, moving her hips to and fro to work him deeper while she leaned forward, shackling one leg while she held the other down, correctly anticipating he would try to move it as soon as he felt what she was doing to his other leg, pinning it under her elbow until his other ankle was secured and she could bring both hands to bear on it, giggling and enjoying the frantic way he wormed and wiggled and flailed about. “Oh baby, you move so well. Oh, seven hells you’re so excited! I think you are a masochist, my sweet little pouter. A masochist cambion. From now on, it’s gonna suck to be you and I’m going to make you thank me! Oh! Aaaah yessss! Oh, yeah. You’re going nowhere until we’re done with our mattress-boy!” She sighed, as she settled back onto him, pushing a small pillow into the gap between his neck and the back of her head—a pillow just thick enough so that part of her, at least, would be more comfortable and she could focus on the discomforts she wanted; but thin enough that she would still be able to tip her chin back to accommodate her next lover, if not quite as far back as poor, wretched Jacob. “Oh, yes, this is nice! Rivqah, dear?”
“I’m here!” Miriam chimed in, wrapping Chastity’s long blonde hair around her hand. “Come on, Chastity dear, let’s get you cleaned up!” Looking confused, but wanting to oblige, she let Miriam guide her to the bowl of spirits, mint, and water on the ground. After admonishing her to wash her lips and mouth out, Miriam pushed her face right down into the bowl. While she held Chastity under the surface, she got Esmeray’s attention and pointed to the bowl. Nodding, Esmeray tore herself away from an almost obsessive, sickened fascination with Jacob’s assault on Channah—or was it Channah’s assault on Jacob?—and headed toward Miriam.
“Where’s Big George? And more to the point, where’s Little Big George?” Channah was demanding, delighted as he turned and crawled over the array of divans toward her, obeying her instructions and positioning himself above her head, his knees on either side of the gap in the cushions. “Stop dawdling, hubby, this is no time for you to go gay on me. I need my Long Hwang,” she snorted to her husband. “Or I’ll find someone else to finish my trio!” she threatened, before imitating a snake trying to digest a mongoose. She did manage to elicit an amazed groan from George that could not have failed to get Húanglóng’s attention, even if he had been able to ignore his wife. (Which, in truth, he had never been able to do, a fact that had helped to, and continued to, shape the history of the Seven Hells in now-predictable and stabilizing ways. No one else could see it, but Húanglóng himself, the great and charismatic persuader, knew he was not quite the most-persuasive demon in hell, even if the gifts he did have, came more easily to him than to others.
“I wouldn’t miss this—or you—for the world or hell below it, my love,” he assured her sincerely enough, manhandling Penny with her hair as he lumbered to his knees on the bed and approached her, pulling Penny along beside him, forcing her to try to keep up. “Now the question is—where do you want to feel your little cucks’ mouths?”
With a derisive snort, but without slipping off Big George, she shook her head sharply.
“Not at all?” He asked, a little surprised. “I guess if they couldn’t satisfy you on their own, they don’t have much to contribute to our orgy. I’m going to have them hold your ankles and worship your feet,” he proposed, pleased to see her quick nod of agreement and shiver of anticipation. “I know what my baby doll likes. Get over there, cuck! Hold it up above her hips and waist so there’s plenty of room for me!” he jerked Penny’s head towards Channah’s left foot, all of them pleased to see how eagerly the auburn-haired girl scurried to her assigned station, even as Chastity was released by Miriam to service her right foot. “That will free my hands to…” and as the Yellow Dragon slithered, he demonstrated, placing one thumb close above his own flesh and the other on her wrist, gently drawing her hand to his mouth to kiss her palm sweetly, releasing her hand and moving his own hand toward her right breast. “Big George! My boy!” He growled around his kisses. “If you hadn’t put it together yet, this experience is all about extreme stimulation for our goddess. It’s impossible to overwhelm a succubus, but conversely, it’s almost impossible to make them feel fully stimulated. It’s the one challenge I—I never seem to grow weary of attempting, no matter how many centuries roll slowly past. So don’t be lazy! Attend to your Queen!”
“Yes, m’Lord, of course—but—ungh—how else?”
“You have two hands and a mouth, son. Use them! She still has one neglected nipple and along with her feet and her erogenous zones, she likes to have her hands kissed and stroked! So attend to her other one!”
Below them, between them, cocooned within them all, Channah shuddered with the rare intensity of what she was experiencing, as Miriam and Rivqah exchanged a look that was at once pleased—for their Mistress—and envious.
“Tiferet, dear,” Rivqah sighed. “I don’t know how you can stand your work! Always seeing, being exposed to… possibilities, without getting to play.”
“Don’t pity me, Your Grace,” she scoffed at the thought. “I’ve learned to enjoy the anticipation. And I’ve learned a lot… so many ideas to practice with my own lovers and thralls….”
“Well, I don’t have your patience,” Rivqah shook her head sadly. “I want a way to play rightnow, but our Mistress—happily—is enjoying every unlocked toy in the room, and even the complete focus of the ones who are locked!”
“Well, as an observer,” Tiferet mused drolly, “I count at least one, two, three, and four accessible holes….”
Rivqah and Miriam exchanged a quick, almost embarrassed look. “We hadn’t thought of that…. even more than other succubae, Her Majesty likes to play as a female,” Miriam admitted.
“And it is definitely the best way to play,” Rivqah agreed.
“But when in Rome…”
Rivqah snorted. “I’m not sure that’s actually an apt analogy my dear, but I take your point.” Crawling up behind Húanglóng, she pressed herself against his broad, powerful, chubby back and moaned: “Your Majessssttttyyyy… could we—could I—play with you, too? It’s been soooo loooong since you’ve touched me, and I’ve never—”
Húanglóng grunted. “As tempting as you are my dear, that must be for another time. This is a gift for my wife, and the way she’s reacting…” he shivered. “I’m completely focused on her and wouldn’t want it any other way. Not just at this second. Go fuck a cuck, but if and only if you can do so without distracting them from their proper attentions.”
“Yes, thank you, Your Majesty,” she answered. Slumping in half-real, half-mock disappointment, Rivqah pouted to Miriam and Tiferet, who tried without success to keep from sniggering. “Well, I at least want to try someone new!” she cried, pouncing on Chastity.
“No fair! We’ve both had Penny before! She’s used,” Miriam sulked, continuing Rivqah’s game.
Húanglóng roared with laughter. “Cucks are made to be used. If you’re suggesting my wife hasn’t used the other one yet, she doesn’t just need us, she needs a doctor!” Even Channah couldn’t help laughing at that, it coming out as a gagging, half-drowning sound that caused George to shiver in surprise.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Miriam whined. “I’ll take the copperhead. Again.” Dipping her fingers in the jar of olive oil, she passed it to Rivqah, who in turn took a share and passed it back to Esmeray as the two succubae took advantage of their Queen’s two housegifts. “Remember, little tightass,” Miriam murmured into Penny’s ear, enjoying every part of intimacy, “try to loosen your body to match your mouth,” feeling the girl shudder as she entered her, reaching around front of her to hold her tight and taking a surprised breath, remembering how much she had changed since the last time she had hands on the girl. “I forgot… you have big soft beautiful boobies now! You ARE kind-of-like new!” she gushed enthusiastically. “That’s the way, little girl. Keep it firmly in your mind to be a Pleaser not a Princess today. Please me, and at the same time, don’t you dare break your concentration on my Mistress because if I have to pull out and sit this scene out, I’m going to beat you like a rented mule the rest of the day!”
“And that goes double for you, bimbo!” Rivqah cried, slapping Chastity’s hips and then her breasts, hard, for emphasis, before snuggling up to her in unconscious imitation of Miriam, spooning their kneeling lover girls and cradling them up front even as they pierced them behind.
Penny felt strangely calm: Calmer than she had ever felt before in her life, with a sense of peace and a sense of purpose that dovetailed perfectly.
The Dragon King’s secret power was ultimately his reasonableness, Penny reflected. Like Channah, he had shown himself to be smarter and more knowledgeable than Penny. For a girl like her, who viewed and understood the world through her sense of reason—a smart girl of reason, whose reason usually concluded, with ironclad evidence, that she understood things better than the impulsive, emotional, superstitious fools around her—it was unsettling to confront a greater intelligence, like being punched in the solar plexus and winded, suddenly deprived of the thing she normally took for granted to such an extent, the notion of being without it was shocking and alarming.
Even Penny, as close as she knelt to the Dragon King even now, their knees braced against one another, skin to skin; their arms brushing one another as Penny delicately and lovingly cradled her goddess’s foot, musing on how blessed she felt to be the caretaker of such a sacred and precious part of her Domina. A part, she admitted to herself with a flash of embarrassment, that was one of her very favorite parts. Which, in turn, she blushed thinking how weird that sounded. Or, if she was more honest, that it actually was a little weird…. No! She didn’t fucking care, she thought daringly. If other people looked down on her, didn’t she already look down on herself? So what if others confirmed it? Was this not where she wanted to be? Didn’t it feel right, like she was exactly where she deserved (and wanted) to be? The smell of her goddess was so subtle here, so intimate, as soft as the pads on her toes and the balls of her feet and her heels… and warm. Her Domina was so warm and alive and beautiful and—had she lost her train of thought? She shook her head infinitesimally and remembered: The Dragon.
The Dragon King. He was doing… something to her. Her reason told her this; and the laughing succubae around them had implied as much. But whatever he was doing… Penny knew he wasn’t incorrect: wanting to be a man… wishing she could possibly someday manage to be any bit of a man… if she really imagined it was possible, that would make it a rebellion, and she was lucky the Dragon King hadn’t punished her as harshly as rebellion deserved! Truly the Dragon King was merciful and… almost obliging in a roundabout way. Nice, she decided. A kind and tolerant man, who showed even Penny a kind of respect everyone around her in her life had made it clear to her she didn’t deserve. And she definitely didn’t want to rebel—not against him, certainly not against her Domina!
Avoiding rebellion was something she could only claim as a success and a credit to her if she knew and accepted she could never be a man, if she knew, in fact, she was a girl. But giving up forever—wasn’t that just as damning to her as allowing the demons to sodomize and debauch her in the first place? Only if she could accept that the weakness and the failure were hers and hers alone, and therefore confirm that her Domina’s desire for her to be the girl she was meant to be was true to her and for her, could she show her true commitment and devotion to her Domina. And the thing was… she believed her Domina, in that and really almost everything. Definitely everything that mattered. Penny knew in her heart she could not be the man she wanted to be, or even a boy. Unlike Chastity, who knew she was a girl because of her own desire to be one, Penny knew she was a girl because she was utterly incapable of being a man—she lacked the cock, the balls, the stamina, the strength, the feral nature, even the urges and desires of a man, responding only when she was treated and pleasured like a woman.
And the truth of the matter, she knew, was that she wanted to honor and obey and comply with her Domina’s commands, to live according to her Domina’s rule; even if she could have been a man… would she have dared, or wanted, to pursue her own desires rather than her Domina’s? Her amazing Domina had decided she ought to be a girl; shouldn’t that be enough? She was caged and allowed only to worship her Domina’s foot because that was what gave her Domina pleasure. Penny’s true pleasure came from serving hers. She knew, because she couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere other than where she was now, helping her goddess, serving her goddess, worshipping her goddess in the only, tiny, tertiary way she was capable, given her physical and mental disabilities and limitations.
As wrong as she knew her love was for a demoness, it was there; and it was love, and God was love. And there could be no doubt her demoness was in some way, indeed in most ways, everything but religion, more and greater than Penny herself—more important, more significant, longer-lived, outsized in influence, more powerful… and, God in Heaven forgive her, her goddess knew her, intimately and directly and more deeply, so much so it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other one began sometimes. To be allowed so close to her, given so much of her attention… Penny’s shoulders slumped as it all came together for her, partly in defeat, but mainly in the calm and restful acceptance that she was meant to yield to her amazing goddess. To stroke her sensuous soles, to suck on her big round soft toes, to press her fingertips and thumbtips into the pudgy, delicate, perfectly-shaped ball and heel of her foot… to know that her goddess was feeling and experiencing her servant’s touch, even when it was just a tiny part of what she felt, a tiny fraction of the significance of her other lovers, her real lovers…. Penny was simply not her Domina’s equal, and therefore could not possibly be her ‘lover’; it would be like an ant proposing partnership with a whale. Or an aardvark, a part of her whispered. But no matter what analogy one might fashion, she could never be the kind of equal her goddess needed. She could only, at best, be a pet: a domesticated animal kept by her goddess and allowed to provide her with some narrow part of what she needed. Attending to her feet, goddess, what an honor…. Fetching her slippers, perhaps, if Penny were her actual dog…
Whatever the Dragon King was doing to Penny today, at this very instant, Penny realized, it was supportive. Because normally, when Penny hit one of those rare moments where she had to ask if her reason and wit and perception were wrong, it inspired panic and fear. The Dragon King had peeled back the scales from her eyes, and done it so gently, holding Penny tenderly in his hands… or, Penny blushed at the thought, in his gorgeous feet—yes, why not? She thought defiantly to herself… it was more accurate, anyway! Clearly she had a little thing for his feet, too….
But however embarrassing that was, or unmanly, or should be—none of it mattered at all. She tried to let go of all the aspirations and anxieties and failures, the focus on thing she was not and could not be, in favor of focusing on the thing she actually was, and could be, and even, could do really well, probably a lot better than someone like Roger who lacked the reverence Penny felt for her goddess Channah….. So Penny breathed peacefully, worshiped genuinely, and obeyed rightly, putting everything above her station out of mind. Even the Bible exhorted believers to help and to serve others; and the Dragon King, like the Succubus Queen before him, had shown Penance a new level of service, a new height in her genuine and real urge to help and to serve and to care for others. She could easily imagine a life of service to her Domina and her First Husband, how fulfilling it would be, and how grateful it would make her feel, and that was all she imagined as she inhaled and kissed her Domina’s feet with even deeper passion and connection than before.
Miriam’s insistence behind her, entering her, taking her, holding her so tightly, touching her sensitive breasts… her transformation into a girl had awakened in her feelings and desires that were not so different from those she had experienced as a boy, but instead added to them, even multiplied them. How could she object to a transformation that made more of her body into a playground and a means of deep connection to others? Miriam’s fingertips, rolling Penny’s nipples while her palms hugged Penance’s breasts… before today, before now, she couldn’t even have imagined how good it would feel to be loved in your root and in your heart and even in your head—where Miriam’s kisses, on the back of Penny’s neck, were giving her goosebumps—all at once!
“You could never be a distraction, Mistress Miriam,” she heard herself moaning out loud. “You just make me feel more loved by my Domina who I’m so lucky to be allowed to worship at all…”
“Aww… that’s sweet!” Miriam sounded surprised, but certainly pleased.
“I want you to sweet-talk me!” Rivqah pinched Chastity’s nipples on the other side of Channah.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Rivqah,” Chastity gasped around Channah’s right foot. “I know I don’t have Penny’s sweet words, but I promise you—and our Domina—that I feel the same way. I swear it!”
Rivqah’s face softened. “Well, that is nice,” she conceded.
“And it’s true!” Chastity insisted.
“Of course we feel this way, Mistress Rivqah!” Penny moaned. “You both are so smart and beautiful and passionate, and loyal to our Domina. And our Domina…” Penny sighed. “She—I just—there aren’t the words to say how amazing she is for us, how much we need her. How connected we are to her—”
“Yes, Penny!” Chastity cried.
“Even though we’re just nothing—”
“We’re so grateful!” Chastity gushed
“Of course we are! So in love….” Penance purred, rubbing her cheek on the outer edge of her Domina’s foot, then kissing it softly but deeply in the tender arch, feeling so close to Channah precisely because she knew how insignificant Penny was, and therefore how inclusive and secure her goddess’s love was and must be to have embraced her. “And we are so grateful to the Dragon King for showing us how special our opportunity to serve our goddess, our Domina, and her First Husband, truly are.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Chastity agreed, neither knowing nor caring if the Dragon King responded because she meant it so completely and her sense of connection and participation was so total.
Rivqah bit her lip, imperfectly preventing herself from laughing, a sound Penny heard echoed behind her. Meeting her eyes, Rivqah explained: “You girls are perfect for succubae, you’ve got it so bad….”
“I know,” Penance sighed blissfully. “Of course Domina was right, we were made for her… made to serve her and her First Husband and Handmaids and—”
“Everyone in her Court,” Chastity agreed, finishing Penance’s thought. “I feel—everything is perfect,” Chastity smiled beatifically, planting a sweet, gentle kiss on Channah’s pinkie toe, trying to communicate and to feel, with that one touch, all the love she felt.
“Everything except—” Penny started, and then stopped, her voice crestfallen. “I’m sorry. I’m so greedy.”
“I want to hear it,” Miriam suggested, nibbling on the back of Penny’s neck and making her shiver. “Tell me… it’s okay. Your love for your Domina is undoubted….”
“My penis,” she whispered. “I mean—my clitty. It hurts so bad and—and I want—”
“We’re so horny!” Chastity blurted out, finishing Penny’s thought.
All the demons laughed, even Channah, even George, who offered: “I guess it does kind of suck to be you two.”
“You can’t make her laugh,” Rivqah laughed at George. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to breathe when you’re doing what she’s doing? It takes perfect timing!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” George apologized, genuinely. “Should I—”
“You should shut up and stay in your rhythm so she can breathe and we can all hear more of this arousing talk from our two little philosophers here,” Rivqah suggested good-naturedly. “And while I can only agree it would suck to be either of these losers, I feel compelled to point out: it’s not our fault! This is not our doing! These girls’ existence sucked before we ever came along.”
“I know that now,” Penance sighed wistfully. “I know that’s true. I’m—the Dragon King has helped me see how, you know…”
“Worthless?” Chastity suggested.
“Yes, worthless!” Penance agreed. “That’s exactly it! How nothing we were before she came into our lives and let us finally mean something, even if it’s a tiny something, by being part of her life!”
“Aw….” Rivqah agreed, sharing a devilish look with Miriam, even as the Dragon King shook with silent laughter of his own.
“I’m sorry,” Penny apologized, noticing. “I didn’t mean to disrupt you, I know we should all be concentrating on our Domina—”
“We should, but the dirty talk coming out of your filthy, shame-ridden mouth is so hot you need to keep it up!” Rivqah encouraged them.
“It’s true,” Miriam murmured around Penny’s ear, her breath hot and wet and ticklish even as the steady motion of her hips was like the ocean lulling Penny’s little boat to a peaceful sleep.
“Actually,” Rivqah commanded, “hush now—it’s time!” And at the exact same moment, Miriam and Húanglóng both gasped: “She’s ready!”
Penny opened her mouth to ask what they meant but fell silent at Rivqah’s narrowed warning eyes, accepting her place and sinking back completely into her dream about Channah’s perfect feet, even as she felt the pressure on her female sex organ getting harder and more insistent, commanding her attention and somehow communicating to her exactly what the demons were talking about. She realized all of the demons and half-demons around them, and therefore she and Chastity—rocked by their partners the same way their Domina was being rocked by her First Husband—were suddenly moving in synch with Him and with one another, their tempo and force both slowly gaining. She could see it, the way Rivqah’s and even Húanglóng’s eyes started to lose their focus on the world around them to gaze upon whatever they saw inside themselves, or whatever shared vision bound them together in their uncannily coordinated experience.
For a moment Penny saw herself from outside, or felt she was outside, until she felt her body, which was connected to theirs, and snapped back fully into it. Penny realized the demons were bringing her with them—or maybe that she and Chastity were keeping up with the demons—that all of them were together, united in a profound way, by purpose and feeling and thought and awareness, all at once, all feeling what they needed to feel to be brought together in this way, nearly as close as Penance felt to her Domina by touching and breathing her in.
“For you, my love,” Húanglóng pledged.
“For you, Older Sister!” Rivqah and Miriam promised.
“Your Grace!” George shouted.
“Oh, oh, all for you, Domina!” Penance and Chastity swore, their own voices sounding weak and effeminate and less-convincing even to themselves, but knowing they were adding to the best of their limited abilities.
And suddenly everyone was writhing and yelling and shivering and yowling and especially, cursing and swearing. A single explosion was tearing all of them back apart into wiggling wet solitary things, thrown deeply back into themselves with the shared secret of what they had seen and been together.
For seconds or minutes that stretched to the horizon of time, they all shook and wept and cried, unwilling to be done and absolutely unwilling to let go of the sensations and spiritual electricity that had crackled through them all.
Penny was almost done when Miriam suddenly and unexpectedly pulled out of her and pulled her down onto her back, barking: “Get close to your Domina! Wiggle right up to her side, but facing in the opposite direction!” She felt like it was unfair and unreasonable that her bliss had been interrupted until she understood the bigger picture, remembering that she was just a supporting player in this drama no matter how important it felt, or it made her feel. And more to the point, remembering that this particular experience was for Her, Penny’s Domina; and so of course, since all of them were sharing the same timeline, Penny had to move into her next position before Penny was ready, so that her Domina could move when the time was exactly and precisely right.
“We’re going to lift her off Jacob and onto the cuck,” Húanglóng explained to George. “Hold her shoulders 1… 2… 3!” And they raised her and plopped her down onto Penny, her whole back and buttocks wet and intense and oppressive with her sweat, perhaps mingled with that of Jacob. Chastity was pushed to kneel between her legs so the two girls were close enough together they could have kissed one another. But their duty—to their Domina—was kind of obvious, even to them, even before Miriam and Rivqah spelled it out:
“Bring her down, girls. Worship her and pleasure her gently, for as long as wants to rest. Don’t make a mess and don’t stop, no matter what, until she tells you she’s done!” No one had to spell out the details any further than they already had. Both girls were simultaneously post-orgasmic and frustrated beyond reason, in the exquisitely tortured place that they already knew awaited them after the womanly orgasms that were all they had been permitted. Their ruined prostate orgasms were at once a terrible promise and a terrible denial to their caged and ever-hopeful bodies, all at once. But satisfied or not, they were unanchored and floating and electric with the confused, mixed energies that resulted. They were both still outside themselves and not quite back to reality, as they began assiduously worshiping their goddess-Queen. The Dragon King calmly rested his hand on the back of Chastity’s head, emphasizing that it was the Dragon King’s mess Chastity was expected to clean and the Dragon King’s bliss Chastity had the honor of soothing Channah from. For Penny, it was being pressed between the soft divan and her Domina’s hot, wet, sticky body that communicated the truth to her, that whatever doubt there might be about whose sweat she felt and smelled on her Domina’s skin, there was none about whose seed was squeezing out of her Domina’s body: that of Channah’s half-demon victim, who had been trapped beneath her just as Penny was now, as nameless and disregarded and secondary and put-upon as Penny herself.
“Such… good… girls…” Channah sighed softly, when she finally spoke, but still she didn’t stir, but lay, completely relaxed, her weight moderately compressing Penny’s lungs and breath in a way that would not let her forget she was trapped under and thus passively commanded by her Domina; even as the dripping mess she was soothing with her mouth would not let her forget what contempt and disregard she was held in and thought of by the demons.
And even with all this, even being so low, she felt so right. Being reduced to nothing like this, a continuation and indeed the natural culmination of having been used and pushed lower and lower for the pleasure of her goddess…. The result, and therefore the treatment, were right because they fit. All the world was as it ought to be when Penny was being degraded under her goddess.
Releasing her ego and accepting this lifted such a weight off Penny’s shoulders, the weight of a lifetime of lying to herself and not knowing who she was and refusing to face her true destiny was wiped away, allowing Penny’s spine to straighten and her body live. Because her true destiny was right here after all, just like this, being shattered and reduced and lessened in exactly this way, to exactly this existence defined by her service to Channah. “I feel so peaceful…” she sighed, freed like a bird by the novelty of being so honest and true to herself, a self she had not even understood before now. “So good….” And then, even as her Domina laughed softly at her, she confessed: “This is exactly right. Where and how I belong. I belong to you, Domina!”
And they both knew she completely meant it. Because they both knew it was completely true.
2176 07-35 Behold the Power of the Dragon King2177 07-35 Unchallenged–The Better Man2178 07-35 The Hellish Power Behind the Earthly Throne2179 07-35 The Dragon King’s Unspoken Challenge2180 07-35 Will You Challenge the Dragon King or Submit to Him?2181 07-35 Go on, cuck2182 07-35 Clear-sighted2183 07-35 Their Rightful Place. Their Natural Level.2184 07-35 What do you imagine is going to happen here, cuck?2185 07-35 But only if you admit it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of2186 07-35 Even worms have a place. This is yours
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy degradation and bullying some readers may find disturbing
PREVIOUSLY: Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, and forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for the lovers upstairs. NOW:
On their own honeymoon, the girls cooked and assisted with other chores for about an hour enduring the loud cries and moans from above them that proved conclusively Miriam and Rivqah had been right to bring real men for their Domina to celebrate with, before Haruka finally dismissed the girls into Esmeray’s care. At this point they had helped her make coffee, pour cream, pile dates on plates for sweetening the coffee, set the dinner table, chopped vegetables and cold meats, steamed rice, and warmed bread, listening carefully as she explained exactly how to prepare each item and ingredient the way Channah liked it, and enduring her harsh criticisms and corrections of them every time they made a mistake.
Now she relaxed on a stool beside the kamado—the traditional Japanese oven in Channah’s Mesoamerican hacienda that, Haruka had explained, reflected their Domina’s preference for the meticulousness and rigidity of Japanese aesthetics in her home—idly bobbing one foot, at first casually and then with more deliberation as she noticed Penny’s stare, frowning with concentration like a cat experimenting with a mouse. She slowly sipped her own coffee, enjoying watching as Esmeray bound their wrists, hobbled their ankles, leashed them, piled their trays with food and drink and utensils, and led them away to and awkwardly up the stairs, forced by their bonds to balance their trays on their forearms while desperately clinging to the outer edges with their shackled hands.
Esmeray turned off the stairs on the second floor, which the girls had never explored before, and led them to two unfamiliar but well-appointed rooms. The first, on the right, overlooking parts of the garden they had never seen before, and the rain forest under the cliffs, was the parlor. It was dominated by curved tables arranged in a ring with curved sofas just outside them, and four giant multi-pipe hookahs spaced around the circle. The other, the saloon or celebration room, on the left—which was occupied now—overlooked the garden, the springs, the gazebo, and the great valley beyond them. It contained broad divans arranged around the perimeter of the room with a large area comprising, essentially, an oversized bed formed by divans that had been pushed together in the corner immediately to the right of the entrance. All the divans in the corner were flat. The other divans, and a number of chairs,that were scattered elsewhere around the room offered a variety of intriguing and unique shapes for playing on, and were piled with pillows of every shape, size, and firmness. Tiferet sat on a chair near the middle of the room behind an easel with paints, brushes, and pots of water set on two low tables to either side of her, painting swiftly and intently, while Esmeray sat on a stool beside and slightly behind her, watching in fascination over her shoulder. Their chairs were facing the divans in the corner where the six lovers relaxed, eyes closed, naked and entangled in postcoital bliss: Channah and Húanglóng lying sideways with Channah’s head resting on Húanglóng’s soft, fat stomach; Rivqah spooning Jacob with her hand holding his member; and Miriam curled against George’s side with her head on his arm, running her fingers idly over his chest. Only Tiferet and Esmeray were still dressed; on the bed, the celebrants had cast aside all their clothing and shoes, and a large portion of their gold jewelry. As best the girls could tell, their decisions about what jewelry to leave on, and what to take off, were completely arbitrary. If there was any rhyme or reason to the selections, it eluded them.
After the girls had served everyone else coffee and breakfast, Channah sent them back downstairs for spiked wine and spirits. Upon their return, Channah made them stand just in front of the divans and fill two goblets apiece with a blend of spiked wine and clear spirits, then choke down the nauseating stuff while everyone watched and cheered them on with laughter. Miriam and Rivqah then instructed them to fill a large, deep bowl on the floor with a mixture of white spirits, mint, and water, and finally to serve all the lovers and their qahramanah with spiked wine. Channah, laughing, made Penny bring her one of the wine bottles and held Penny face-up on her lap while she poured more wine down her throat, while Rivqah and Miriam did the same to Chastity.
Finally, Channah commanded them both to crawl before Húanglóng, who was now sitting on the edge of the group of divans, drinking wine, while Channah sat behind him with her head on his shoulders and her arms as far around his chest as she could reach. “You missed my weddings, beloved,” Channah reminded Húanglóng, immediately provoking Rivqah and Miriam to laugh: “uh-oh!” “Oh no!” as if someone had done something wrong.
Húanglóng shrugged. “What man can keep up with the weddings of such a healthy, lusty succubus?” causing everyone else to laugh while Chastity and Penny looked nervous. Noticing, Húanglóng pointed to the ground at his feet, commanding them: “Don’t be shy. Crawl closer, let’s see my wife’s homet-nuswut.” The phrase was ancient Egyptian, and was another way of expressing their status as Channah’s lesser, secondary partners, compared with Channah’s and Húanglóng’s status as primary partners to one another.
As they hurried over on their knees, provoking laughter from the others, Channah admonished them: “I know I don’t have to tell you girls to treat my First Husband as you would me, your god where I am your goddess, do I?”
“No, Domina,” they assured her, looking scared, aware the atmosphere in the room had changed and everyone else was now watching them intently with a sharpened interest the girls didn’t understand. At least some of their uncertainty was reflected in the eyes of George and Esmeray, but at least those two had the instinctive comfort of knowing whatever was happening, didn’t involve them. But everyone else in the room seemed to be in on it, whatever ‘it’ was.
“Stay on your knees. But put your heads on the floor with your arms stretched out under the bed in front of you,” Húanglóng ordered them, calmly and with a sense of self-possession, “and turn your heads to the sides, away from one another. I want each of you focused on me now, not distracting one another.”
The girls obeyed, and next felt the Emperor’s large, heavy feet descending to rest on their heads, pressing them down uncomfortably into the stone floor as he relaxed and allowed their weight to rest on the girls’ skulls. With their shackled wrists in front of them, the Emperor’s posture allowed him an easy and—for them—humiliating way to keep them under his control.
“You married my wife,” he stated, gruffly and bluntly. They heard Channah make a noise somewhere between a growl and an approving moan behind him. “But you didn’t even so much as ask my permission first, did you?”
“No, Master,” they responded in unison, knowing he would be displeased with their angle.. “I’m sorry, Mast—”
“Hush! You’ll have a chance to show how sorry you are in a minute, and possibly all day.” The celebrants on the bed all made warning calls and hoots of anticipation, while Penny’s half-squished face (Chastity’s was invisible to the group, facing the wall) just looked more anxious and worried, provoking secondary laughter. “Right now, you listen to me and you answer me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“From now on, you will address me as ‘First Husband,’ although when you’re serving me sexually—”
Miriam laughed: “I wish you could see the panic in this little girl’s face!”
He acknowledged the comment with a slight, momentary grin, continuing “You should call me ‘Daddy,’” he decided, rolling the balls and heels of his feet over their temples and cheeks, perhaps because it felt pleasant to him or perhaps simply to reinforce their helpless subservience before him. Then he responded to Miriam: “When you marry a married woman, you marry her husband as well,” he pointed out reasonably. “If they didn’t want to be both our playthings, they shouldn’t have married us, should they?” And then, pushing down a little harder and squishing the girls’ faces a bit more, he emphasized: “Especially without asking me first. Should you?”
“No, First Husband!” they yelped.
“But you chose to marry us, anyway, and now you are bound to us as our ceshi or shu-wives. Do you deserve my wrath, wretched girls?”
“Yes, First Husband,” they quavered fearfully.
“You certainly do. But fortunately for you, I am a very tolerant and forgiving master.” Sliding his feet from the tops of their heads to rest immediately in front of each girl’s face, he pressed the soles of his feet into their faces, speaking soothingly. “Breathe, chattel. Be calm and breathe.”
They obeyed—they could scarcely do otherwise, in their positions—but he emphasized: “Deeper. Breathe deeper! I want to hear it! I want to know you’re breathing in, deeply and calmly, breathing me into you….” And as they practically hyperventilated, everyone in the room could hear, and enjoy. “That’s the way… Even in this plane, in this borrowed body, my body is at peace, and brings others to peace with me. Are you starting to feel docile and calm, now, in my presence?”
“Yes, First Husband,” they answered, Penny’s response tinged with the faintest hint of surprise.
“Good girls. Roll over onto your backs,” he commanded, lifting his legs while they scrambled to obey. “Keep your hands above your heads!” he reminded them; and as soon as they were in position, he settled his feet back onto them, this time right on their faces, pressing down. “Breathe and worship me. Go on! Kiss my feet and clean them. Get your tongues out! Good girls…” They heard applause, and claps of approval, but no longer cared. Or rather, they cared only whether their actions pleased Him, and their Domina.
“That’s so hot,” Channah moaned, scrambling around her husband to sit on his lap, facing him, and kiss him. “I never get tired of seeing it. Or of envying it.”
He roared with laughter. “Look who’s talking. Mmm…” he paused to kiss his wife back. “You brought them to me already caged and humiliated and pledged to your service, did you not? I’ve yet to meet the succubus who couldn’t domesticate an animal on sight.”
“But it’s so… effortless for you!” she protested, gnawing affectionately on his lip before pushing her tongue back against his.
After a moment he protested—his grin making his protestation unconvincing: “Sitting on my thighs, you’re making it much harder for our little wives to show their respect!”
“Good!” she murmured huskily, pressing herself up against his hardening member and bouncing on his thighs to send concussive shocks down his legs into her chattels’ faces.
“I’ll bet it’s every bit as good for them,” Miriam added wryly. “They know where they belong now. And it’s probably what they need, they’re such compliant little girls.”
Tearing herself away with a sigh, Channah backed off the bed and squatted down between her wives, feeling them, and crowed with delight, provoking laughter from her companions: “‘They shall lick the dust like a serpent.’ And they are most definitely trying to ‘move out of their holes like worms.’”
“So, Jacob,” Húanglóng snickered, rubbing his feet across his playthings’ eager tongues and lips, unable to completely conceal the enjoyment he felt from such an easy demonstration of his power, protracting it with casual conversation. “We have met before?”
Channah snorted, “Boaster,” as she rose back to her feet, idly kicking Penny’s little scrotum and watching her flinch and whine without pausing for one second in her devotions. “Incredible,” she hissed with disgust, shaking her head and going to the table where the girls had set the liquor, picking up a bottle of wine and offering refills to her companions.
“Come now, surely our girls should have a moment to acclimate to their new station before we put them back to work,” Húanglóng suggested loftily, as if he were doing them a favor, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Jacob answered. “I have had the honor of meeting you in Lytos, at your Palace of Indolence, upon the occasions of several anniversaries.” Channah’s and Húanglóng’s anniversary celebrations, held in Lytos primarily to make it likely he and the other dragon participants would show up, was one of the few occasions when demons from different hells interacted other than through political embassies. And although the guests were only dragons and succubae, the uniqueness of the event made it legendary in hell.
The Dragon King looked pleased. “Ah, yes, I remember you now. You enjoy chasing the dragon?”
“Everyone enjoys chasing the dragons, Master,” Jacob allowed.
“Ha ha, good answer! As everyone dreams of being visited by the succubae. I can see why you are invited, of course!”
“Not my conversational skills, I’m afraid, Your Majesty,” he admitted with a faint undertone that was difficult to place, but sounded almost ugly and hard.
Húanglóng raised an eyebrow, but didn’t care to pursue it, asking instead: “You’re a cambion?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, the son of the succubus Michal.”
“Of course,” he nodded, turning to George. “And you? You seem—new to me?”
“We have never met before, Your Majesty,” George responded. “I am George Manning, th-the carpenter at Duchess—er, Queen Channah’s Fensmere estate in Cambridge.”
Húanglóng’s eyes narrowed. “But surely, if your life and soul are safe from the succubae, you can’t be fully human?”
George looked surprised. “Yes, Your Majesty—I am! Or… I thought I was…”
“Hmm… also not invited for your conversational skills.”
“Your Majesty?” George asked uncertainly. “It—it’s an honor to have been invited—”
“Oh, dear.”
Channah, back by the sideboard, further fortifying the spiked wine by pouring what was left from the bottle she had used to refill everyone’s glasses into a flagon with a couple of fingers of spirits left in it, snorted and exchanged a wry glance with Esmeray before interjecting: “He’s the son of one of my very brightest operatives.”
“Really?” Húanglóng asked drily.
“Really. The woman who tutored the two, I can assure you, very-well-educated girls licking the dust and shit from the soles of your feet at this very moment, darling.”
“Really?” he looked surprised.
“Really, darling,” she assured him. “We all thought he was human, but George darling, tell him what happened to you when our whorish little Penny got you overexcited?”
“I, er—” George blushed. “Turned green.”
“More than just that, darling. He revealed himself as a dragon cambion. He might even be one of your great-something-grandsons.”
“Really?!” Húanglóng grinned, now interested and approving, clapping George on the shoulder. “Good lad! And I see you take after me in some ways!”
“I do?”
“Eh—in the ways that got you invited to this party!”
“Duchess Miriam said I would make a nice surprise for Her Majesty the Queen,” George admitted proudly.
“And you will!” Húanglóng encouraged him, patting him on the back reassuringly. And, seeing he was still not following: “We’re talking about the size of your cock, son! You’re a big chip off the old block. Succubae like a bit of demon cock now and again. Nobody likes to fuck where they eat all the time. Sometimes they like to focus on their own experience and just let go, instead of worrying about managing and corralling and consuming prey.”
“Oh,” George answered, turning red, politely continuing: “Thank you for explaining, Your Majesty.”
“Don’t fret,” Jacob interjected tightly. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Oh, I’ve always known my cock was—different,” George replied earnestly, forcing Jacob—who clearly knew his own place in the pecking order all too well—to look away until he could control his expression of derision.
“I’m sure you do, son,” Húanglóng exchanged a wicked look with Channah, but managed to suppress his reaction better than either Jacob or Channah, who was snickering as she moved back over to Penny, squatting down to rest on her metal cage, the burning warmth of her fireplace surely as obvious to her toy girl as the pressure she was exerting.
Sliding back and forth to tease the girl, and herself, she snapped: “Toes!” as she began purring and dripping the doubly-spiked wine onto Húanglóng’s toes so it rolled over and off them onto Penny’s worshipful tongue and into Penny’s adoring mouth. Penny, for her part, made Channah’s experience perfect by obeying her, choking and sputtering in shock at the strength of the brew, without interrupting her assigned task. “My love, as much as it may irritate me how easily seduction and domination come to you, I’m most grateful you have such a way of shutting up my little Meoto here.” Then she switched to her baby-talk voice: “That’s the way, little Meoto, shut up and drink up for Mommy, while you please your Daddy.”
“‘Meoto’?!” Húanglóng asked. “That’s… Korean?”
“Japanese. For effeminate chatterbox.”
“It’s very funny.”
“Particularly because it fits her to a ‘T-girl,’” Channah assured him. “A bigger blabbermouth you have never met. And yes, I mean including Lucifer!”
Húanglóng raised an eyebrow skeptically, then looked back down at Penance’s nearly-naked body under his foot, serving him. “Are you really a little blabbermouth, footsucker?”
Penny nodded earnestly, by now so far under the spell of Húanglóng’s powerful pheromones she could no more lie than disobey the dragon, or conceal her feelings from him. “Yesh, First Husbnd.”
“Don’t you think we’re past ‘First Husband’ by now, Meoto? You’ve been making out with my foot there for about five minutes now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more passionately in love with my foot. And that’s saying something.”
Channah smirked: “My girl has a bit of a thing for feet, darling. Among her other… many… delicious little quirks.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Penny agreed enthusiastically, as oblivious to the laughter all around her as any audience member tricked into participating by a stage hypnotist might be. “You’re right. This is soooo sexy! I love your big, strong, hard foot, Daddy.”
“Yeah? What do you like best about it?”
“It’s amazing,” she gushed. “I’ve never been so turned on by a man’s foot before. I don’t know if it’s the weight of it, Daddy,” Penny began babbling, slurring and pausing her words around the kisses and licks and sucks she was applying to every surface of Húanglóng’s foot she could possibly get her mouth on. “The weight of it, which reminds me how big and strong you are; or the hardness of it, which reminds me of how masculine you are. Or the smell of it, which is like… I don’t even know what it’s like, Daddy; but it’s—it’s earthy and musky and sexy and—”
“Whoa! You are a little chatterbox, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you will be, when I punish you for marrying my wife without my permission.”
“I’m—I’m really sorry, Daddy,” Penance admitted, suddenly her voice sounding contrite and wavering, almost as if she were about to cry. “I’m so sorry!”
“I’m sorry too, Daddy!” Chastity burst out, unable to stop herself. “We respect you so much, Daddy!” Chastity exclaimed.
“So much!” Penny agreed.
“This pathetic display is better than any theater!” Jacob snarked, expressing what many of those watching were feeling and triggering a ripple of laughter throughout the room.
“Humans!”
“Livestock!”
And the ultimate put-down: “Prey!”
“Which… actually… makes me wonder…” he looked around the room until he found who he was looking for and called her: “Is it—Esmeray?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she conceded, looking concerned.
“Come over here and sit by me.” He patted the bed just next to him.
Obediently, but without being able to fully conceal her reluctance, she rose and made her way over to him, trying to sit a foot or two away from him and stiffening to a porcelain rigidity when she felt his broad hand on her hip, effortlessly pulling her tight into his side, as he frowned in wonder. Even punch-drunk-love-drunk Penny and Chas would have sensed Esmeray’s fundamental discomfort and hostility if they could have seen or sensed anything beyond their master’s feet, or been able to conceive of resisting him. As it was, Esmeray’s strong reaction produced a ripple through the room, all of the succubae and their cambion immediately aroused with the narcotic-potent combination of their predatorial and sexual instincts her conflicted behavior aroused in them.
Esmeray felt her rage and resentment spiking and spiraling out of her control, trying her hardest to use the tricks she had taught herself over the years to maintain her calm despite her urge to lash out at him for ignoring her body language, her very identity and volition, so completely, a feeling she could only barely contain when it finally clicked with her that, far from being oblivious to her feelings—the usual problem with humans and demons alike—he was completely focused on them, and fascinated by them. Only that belated realization enabled her to accept it when he rested his hand over her nose and mouth.
“Be careful, darling,” Channah warned him. “She’s a powder keg. More of a volcano, really.”
“Oh, I can tell,” he nodded, clearly riveted by what he was seeing. “You’re… immune to me! To us—”
“To all demons. And humans.” She laughed: “And even pets, as far as I can tell, Sire,” Channah purred, still amusing herself on pathetic Penny’s body.
“This is incredible,” he wondered, meeting Esmeray’s angry, resentful, nearly-panicked eyes over the top of his hand, and suddenly, really recognizing how agitated a state she was in.
Hastily dropping his hands from her and raising them placatingly, he apologized smoothly. “I’m so sorry my dear… this is such a rare thing… and you’re an extreme case.”
“It’s all right, Your Majesty,” she forced herself to say, no one listening to her likely to believe she actually felt that way—not least because of how the moment the Dragon King released her, she popped up to her feet and moved back from him, regarding him as one might regard, well… a dangerous serpent.
“Does it surprise you, the reaction I produce in most hucows?” He asked, gesturing at the two adoring girls happy to be under his feet.
“Those two… weakling little perverts? Not as much as it would with normal huco—people,” she huffed, trying to breathe more slowly and deeply to calm herself. “But… yes.” And she managed to pack all he scorn of the world into that one single word. “Do they—’we,’ I suppose—all act like that around you?!” she asked, incredulously.
“Pretty much,” the Dragon King shrugged, indicating it was nothing; simply another day in his world. “All of them except for you. You’re quite… disagreeable. But I apologize for causing you stress nonetheless. I don’t like causing stress. I normally don’t.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Esmeray curtsied slightly, trying to express what she felt, which was that she actually appreciated what he was saying. It was a different kind of magic, the oldest in the world: simple courtesy and respect. But not something she had learned to expect from either humans or demons. Shrugging again, the Dragon King continued: “I prefer… getting along with people, the way I usually do.” Then, looking down at his feet, his voice dripping with contempt, especially at the contrast their behavior made with Esmeray, he asked: “Do you ‘girls’ even remember what it felt like to want to be a man?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” Penny assured him. “I want to be a man now!” And then, sounding despondent, heedless again of the roars of laughter from around her: “It’s still inside me always. I wish so much I could be a man and I’m so ashamed to be a little girl!”
“Every minute?” he asked, his eyes lighting a bit at the thought.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Every second of every day!” Chastity cried out her pain. “I like being a girl, a lot! Not like Penny. But at the same time I—I’m confused—I don’t know, I was supposed to be—maybe I am supposed to be a man—I wish I could just be a girl and be happy about it!”
“I’m not! I’d give anything to be a man! A big, powerful, sexy man women want and love. Just like you!” Penny moaned, licking and sucking furiously, practically losing herself in the act. “But I’m not what I want to be! I’m just not! I didn’t—I don’t want to be a girl. But I just am! A weak girl. I can’t help it! I’ve never been any good as a boy, I was never allowed—never deserved—to have my breeching ceremony, and all I can think about are women and how much I wish I could make love to them! But I can’t even get hard any more from normal sex.”
“You’ve never had ‘normal’ sex in your life,” Channah mocked her contemptuously, cutting her down as easily as a scythe sweeping through a field of flimsy wheat stalks.
“I mean—I mean to say—I’m so embarrassed, Domina! I mean…” she whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear, maybe not even wanting to hear it herself: “From touching myself.”
“You’ve touched yourself?! Like Onan?!” Channah roared accusingly, well aware she was leading a performance for the entertainment and arousal of her guests.
“In the dark, in my bed—yes, Domina. I’m so—I used to be so horny, thinking about women and their bodies, their hips, their bottoms, their legs, their feet—”
“And you can’t get hard anymore, can you?”
“Not—like that. Never when I’m in my cage. And now I—since you began training me—it seems I can only orgasm like a girl, when I’m on the bottom—”
“The receiving partner?” Channah suggested.
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered, covering her own eyes in shame without pausing in her ministrations to the Dragon King’s feet.
“Pathetic!” Channah spat, almost literally, touching herself with her free hand and hissing as if she’d touched fire.
“I know!” Penny started crying, without slowing down, grunting as Channah stepped on her cage and observed:
“Don’t lie to me, Penance. Don’t lie to your Daddy. I can feel how much you like being a girl.” She emphasized her words with more-aggressive, presumably quite painful, jabs and rolls and tugs on Penance’s little cage.
“I don’t, Domina, I’m sorry! I don’t!”
“Then why is your little clitty so hard?”
“It’s so awful! I—I can’t possibly say, Domina! Please don’t make me say it!” And then she whispered: “I don’t even want to hear it!”
“Oh-ho-ho, but I do. And I’m what matters, aren’t I, Meoto?”
“Yes, Domina, you’re all that matters. You and Daddy—”
“Tell me!” She demanded, working her toe in between her cheeks and up towards her little girl’s hole.
“I—I feel like… It’s hard to say it, exactly… I don’t even understand it!” She wept. “How can I explain it?”
“Just do your best, sugar bear. Trust us. Well—trust our experience. There’s very little we haven’t seen before and even less we don’t understand. Go on,” she encouraged her girl with her probing, teasing toe and her taunting tone of voice, finally getting what she wanted.
It came out as the quietest whisper: “I’m—I know I’m such a lowly worm, lower than dirt, it’s such a relief to just—to just be what I am I don’t know…”
But they most definitely did. The room roared and reverberated with cruel laughter as the vulnerable girl’s deepest and most-shameful truths came out.
“I told you you were a shit-eater, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Domina, but I didn’t understand it—”
“Do you understand now?”
“I don’t—maybe!” she howled in pain, before dissolving into sobs. “It’s so unnatural—I can’t—it can’t be that—I don’t understand…!” She bawled.
“But you’re beginning to,” Channah diagnosed her condition with a spiteful, liberating delight. “Don’t worry, my little Pleaser. We’re going to explore this in depth.”
“Sooo much depth!” Rivqah whooped delightedly.
Channah, barely able to contain her smile enough to keep talking, assured Peny: “You’re going to earn your name even better now, Pleaser, now that I can see better what I’m aiming it. I’m going to drag you through your misery and shit until you look like a muddy golem under my feet! It turns you on to be able to finally give up all that exhausting, hopeless, ineffective pride and hope and craving to be something more than you are, something you’re absolutely not, and just admit to us—show us—what a worm you are, doesn’t it?”
“I think so, maybe—Domina! I’m not sure—”
“Oh, I am,” she laughed richly. “And the better I understand you, the better I can tear you apart, sweetheart. Thank you for this key. Admitting who and what you are—to us, maybe even to yourself because only by admitting it to us, are you forced to face it yourself?—Doing that is what makes you happy because you can actually be yourself for once! What a relief that must be!”
“Oh, it is, Domina, it is! But it’s also—terrible—”
“It certainly is mortifying and, I’m sure, painful and humiliating. As it ought to be. Especially when you’re surrounded by big, real men like my First Husband and other fuck buddies here. But you just can’t help who you are, sweetie,” she mock-comforted her girl, reaching back to wrench her tiny scrotum painfully with one hand, as she put her other hand on her neck in a chokehold, demonstrating her mastery of her slave physically as well as mentally. “And nothing feels better than being who you really are, baby…” she cooed encouragingly, shivering with arousal. “Even though you fucking hate it, don’t you? I bet you’d give anything to be different—to be a man!”
“I do! I do so!” Penny bawled. I wish I could be like Daddy instead of like me.”
“Well… admit that to your Daddy, bitch. You’ll feel better. We’ll all feel better,” she chortled.
“Yes, Domina. Oh, Daddy, truly, I wish I could be like you—I wish I could be you, instead of me!”
Chastity wailed, starting her own waterworks: “Me too! YOU’RE a man my lord! You’re the real thing! I know I’m supposed to be like you, but I want to be a girl! I’ve always wanted to be a girl, for as long as I can remember! Ohh! I can never face my father again. Or my brothers! Not even my own mother!”
“I can’t even face myself!” Penny bawled. “I have to try sooo hard to remember I’m a girl and to act like I’m a girl and to accept my place as a girl and put up with so many pawing men who want to play with my body, especially now that it’s a girl’s body, when all I wish is that I’d been born with the spirit of a man! My hate my penis! I mean I love my penis but—but—but all it does now is remind me of what I’m supposed to be, and what a failure I am! Oh how I wish I could be like you!”
“Wait—now you think you can even compare yourself to me, little pussy?!” Húanglóng asked, sounding surprised but doing nothing to conceal the amusement and contempt he felt.
“I’m sorry! I apologize, Daddy!”
“Because you know you’re not a man, as disgraceful as that is? Is that right?”
“That’s right, Daddy,” Penny confessed, as both girls kept weeping and worshiping and working on pleasing their Master.
“Chastity, I understand,” Húanglóng allowed.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” Chastity gushed. “Thank you for understanding and tolerating me!”
“Shut up and stand up in front of me!” Húanglóng barked. “Penny, don’t you dare move or interrupt what you’re doing!” And the moment Chastity was on her feet in front of the Dragon, he grabbed her arm and yanked her across his left knee, pushing her neck down with his left hand and trapping her legs under his right knee before spanking her furiously, a staccato series of blows from his mighty hand that immediately reactivated all her bruised, oversensitized flesh and sent her into tears of pain, multiplying her misery and humiliation. “Dear,” Húanglóng smirked at his First Royal Wife calmly, not even breathing heavily, and without slowing down the motion of his hand. “I’m impressed. You’ve made mincemeat of these girls’ bottoms, haven’t you?”
“I surely have,” she admitted, guffawing with the rest of the room.
“They’re so blue! How weak they are, to have accepted that. I can’t imagine how you thought you could endure a week out here alone with them for company!”
“Honestly—now—I don’t either,” she admitted, standing and playing with herself, leaning forward over Chastity to make out briefly with her husband while their little side-piece took her spanking below them. “I should have known better. Fuck I’m so wet right now!” she admitted, straightening up and stepping back, teasing herself with one finger as she looked back and forth between one crying horny girl desperately worshiping her Master’s foot, and the other one helplessly being spanked like a two-year-old. “Wow.” She shook her head, appreciative and a little appalled. “Thank you for intervening on my behalf to save me from… this freak show, girlfriends!”
2141 07-31 Have I got a treat for you boys… see anything you like?2142 07-31 Whipping her boys into a frenzy with blood2143 07-31 Is anybody hungry for Maltese date cakes (imqarets)?2144 07-31 Channah protecting her sissies from the Jaguars2145 07-31 Channah chaperoning her wives before the beasts
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah angrily and rigorously punished, tested, and bedded her girls before being appeased and sending the girls to do chores while she worked. The girls have just finished their chores, bathed, and are ready to let her know that dinner is ready. NOW:
Chastity and Penance remained naked except for the marks and tack Channah had imposed upon them. For marks, both girls’ hindquarters were fading from bright red towards a fierce brownish-purple; and Chastity’s torso, upper arms, and upper legs, especially, were heavily scratched, abraded, and sensitized, covered with faint but vivid red marks. For tack, both girls wore their Chakra Reins—collars, piercings, cages, twisters, and triggers—inside and outside their bodies; wrist cuffs; ankle cuffs; and the hobbling chains that limited their strides significantly and their hands even more.
In the hall outside her command room, the girls fell to their knees and crawled forward to two of the four supplicant positions shown on the floor. Each supplicant position was marked with five tiles. Four obrounds were positioned along the sides of an imaginary diamond shape on the floor—two smaller obrounds approximating the width and length of lower arms from elbows to wrists; and two larger obrounds approximating the width and length of lower legs from knees to ankles—with a round stone positioned between the two arm stones along the centerline of the imaginary diamond. The obrounds were spaced widely enough to force a tall man to stretch uncomfortably to cover them. Smaller gurls like Chastity and Penny could not possibly reach them, but forced their knees and elbows apart, and their hips and shoulders and foreheads down, as far as they could manage, hoping their efforts would be sufficient to avoid punishment. They looked like frazzled frogs who had been pinned down and pushed to the ground by giant boots. But in fact they were exhausted, shaken slavegurls who had each been accused of defiance, badgered, shouted at, corrected, spanked, terrified, and stomped on by their angry Mistress, until she had reduced them to the quivering puddles of submissive flesh they resembled now; and who had been harangued and kicked the first time they reported to her here, to teach them how she wanted them to enter in the future, while their Domina’s more-important visitors laughed at them.
They waited, disregarded supplicants, quietly and unobtrusively, where and as they had been trained, on the cool hard floor, for the attentions of their Domina, while she met with people who were much more important and higher-ranked than them: her vassals the succubae and incubi, her officers and officials in Hell, her qahramanat, and her mamalik. Here, in her office, or command room, Domina and her wives were outside the bubble of their marriage, where their Domina had made it clear she expected her inferior morganatic wives to behave appropriately for their station, that of sub-humble jawari. Needless to say, none of her visitors were jawari; because she would have no truck with the likes of them outside of their assignments and services. They certainly had no role in administering her Court or her Empire!
Because they entered on hands and knees with their heads bowed subserviently, the tiles on the floor near them were all they could see until she summoned them forward and gave them permission to rise. But from their earlier entries, they knew that like most of her home, the throne room was open to the outside, made with the same colorful carved stone as the rest of it, facing a formal pool in the central part of her garden, although the furniture and working parts of the room were set well back from the edge of the roof to protect them from wind-driven rains.
Channah herself sat comfortably on her throne, an ornate gold affair decorated with the same strange figures and motifs, in the same strange style, as the stones of her house and the gold of her bed and her smaller, simpler bedroom throne. This one, a formal throne of state, sat on a dais rising two feet above the surrounding floor, was flanked with side-tables, was wide as a love seat (allowing her to sit up or lounge to the side as she preferred while conducting her business) and rose in the back to an impressive height—a true throne of command, suitable for the conduct of official business from her mountain retreat. She was regally clad, in keeping with her throne, in formal robes of state to conduct her business: a high-necked floor-length scarlet brocade gown embroidered with golden serpents and medlar fruits, a pair of tall shiny black boots, and a tall, viciously spiked crown of gold decorated with rubies. And she would either be holding, or nestled beside, her onyx scepter, a heavy hexagonal rod topped with a human skull.
All of her visitors appeared before her throne, inside a large and complex magic circle mosaic. The dominant shapes were an outer circle perhaps four yards in diameter, circumscribing a pentagon, circumscribing an inner circle closer to three yards in diameter, circumscribing a pentagram. The circles, pentagon, and pentagram were made of a hard, shiny white grout forming ridges rising an inch or two above the tiles, contrasting with the level greenish-gray grout used everywhere else within the house. And each of the 21 oversized tiles within the larger circle were inscribed in silver. The centermost stone, the focal point of the pentagram, was the most elaborate by far: marked with a serpent wrapped around and riddling through a rotten medlar in the shape of a broken heart. Each of the other tiles was inlaid with an astrological symbol, or a more-arcane symbol of some kind Penny could not identify.
Everything about the circle set the girls’ hair on end and their spines tingling. Despite the care and artful grace with which it had been designed, its evil pattern was irreducibly sinister and jarring. And it generated a palpable energy field the girls could feel when they knelt in their supplicant positions, even though those were several feet outside the circle. There was something magnetic or electric, something warping, that came off the circle in malevolent waves.
The Queen’s visitors came from nowhere and disappeared to nowhere. They were incorporeal—ghosts, the girls had thought in terror at first, until Penny, staring down at the floor below her in wide-eyed terror, had recognized Kadidia’s voice during her previous visit and deduced that they were not spirits. Or at least, not standalone spirits; but perhaps, spirits of her vassals summoned to her in the circle for her to address, before being released by her and allowed to return to themselves.
Finishing with one vassal, a succubus by the conversation, she dismissed them as the girls had heard her do other visitors earlier in the day, with a double clap of her hands and the command: “atrudha!” (Arabic for “Dismiss her!”).
This time, however, unlike the previous occasions on which they had awaited her pleasure, when she had summoned them forward to order them to perform new chores, this time she continued to ignore them. Instead, to the girls’ mortification, she clapped her hands once and called: “min kambiridj-‘arni rujar!” (“from Cambridge—show me Roger!”); “min Sademtsaowah-‘arni ‘iismiri!” (“from Sademtsaowah—show me Esmeray!”); “min tshanghan-‘arni Kai!” (“from Chang’an—show me Kai!”). Things went from bad to worse—from the girls’ perspective—when they recognized not only Roger’s and Esmeray’s voices, but those of Cutter and Martin as well. The Queen’s entire conversation with the visitors was conducted in Arabic, which still seemed unusual to Chas and Penny, who still expected their bullies, their qahramanah, and Channah, to speak English by default.
“Your Majesty!” the five voices chorused, presumably while bowing and curtsying deeply.
“My qahrahamanah. My mamalik. You may rise. Attend to me! Roger, have you found Frances?” The girls, whose thoughts so far had primarily been hoping none of their English bullies would notice or recognize them, knew Frances well. She was another English jawari, only 2 or 3 years older than Chas; and they were startled to hear that she was missing. But they dared not raise their heads or react in any other way.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Roger answered. “Mistress Rivqah scried her position and we deduced she was trying to reach her mother’s house. We intercepted her there yesterday, before she could make contact with any of her family.”
“Where is she now?”
Roger, Cutter, and Martin guffawed nastily. “You asked us to make an example of her, Your Majesty, so we dropped her in the servants’ cesspit.”
“I commend your enthusiasm, boys, but can we be sure she hasn’t drowned? We do actually need her.”
“We tested the depth with a rod and there’s only three or four feet of muck down there. We tied her to a rope just long enough to let her drop in chest-high.” He snickered. “Although we may have given her the impression, ah, she would be left to dehydrate and drown down there.” Cutter and Martin snorted derisively.
“As much as I like the idea of leaving her there a few more days, I think her time—and Eleanor’s—would be better spent training with Esmeray before the ritual. And further punishment is always available in, you know, Hell,” Channah snickered. “No risk of her avoiding what she deserves there. So tomorrow, pull her out, make Eleanor help her clean off. And I mean, clean, clean, clean, first in the creek and then when she can be allowed in the servants’ area, in a barrel of warm soapy water. I won’t have her stinking up my bath at Fensmere, let alone my domain, with the filth of Earth!”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the boys agreed.
“I want you waiting with her and with Eleanor in the Satanikoklus at noon sharp. I want both of them hogtied for transport.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
“Kai, inform the duty Timorite at Chang’an that I want her to pick the jawari up from the Satanikoklus and deliver them through the Honeycomb to Esmeray at Sademtsaowah. Esmeray, inform the duty Timorite at Sademtsaowah to expect the girls tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Esmeray responded. “Will—if I may ask—Will Penny and Chas be returned to me before the next ritual so that we can try full rehearsals? Or should I prepare for deeper training with just Eleanor and Frances?”
Something about her manner or gestures, or those of Channah, must have pointed out the girls kneeling on the floor within the visitors’ field of view, because Roger gasped and then burst out laughing. “Wait—no. That’s impossible. Those cannot be our Penny and Chas!”
“They are indeed,” Channah laughed, as the girls’ bullies made sounds of incredulity and astonishment. “Girls, get up on your knees and grab your new boobies for your boys!”
Scarlet and practically dying inside, but in no way willing to risk angering Channah, and mindful of her command to be enthusiastic little sluts for her, both girls rose up, sitting back on their haunches with their knees still spread. Chastity, excited even as she was nervous, artfully emphasized her breasts, pushing them up while she grabbed them at the base. Penny, self-consciously, put her hands modestly over her breasts.
“Princess! I didn’t tell you to cover your tits modestly!” Channah laughed even harder. “I said ‘grab’! As in, show off! Put your hands under your breasts, cup them and squeeze them to make them stretch and swell and stick out further! Go on, no place for reticence when you’re a whore!”
The ashamed girl did as she commanded, to a chorus of rude whoops and catcalls from their bullies and Kai. Channah noticed with satisfaction that Esmeray was able to watch neutrally, only the way she shifted uncomfortably betraying her ambivalence about what she was witnessing.
“Now turn around, away from the boys, spread your knees, put your shoulders down on the ground, and jiggle those big round beautiful bottoms and hot pussies for your mamalik!”
Penny and Chas, whimpering and moaning with embarrassment and fear (and for Chas, just a little bit of defiant excitement) obeyed, setting off another round of even more enthusiastic responses.
“You’ve been training them hard, Your Majesty,” Cutter gushed. “Their asses are so beautiful and bruised….”
“I have, and they are,” Channah agreed flirtatiously.
“And they’re obedient as hell,” Roger growled. “Damn, I mean, Your Majesty, I don’t suppose your offer to fuck them is still open, now that they’re real girls?”
Penny couldn’t help herself: she raised her head to see her Domina, who was looking sly and thoughtful. Desperately she shook her head and whispered under her breath pleading with her Domina—more like, willing her Domina without the courage to ask her—to say no.
Channah shook her finger slowly and sexily in a “no” signal to Penny and smiled evilly, looking Penny straight in the eye and seeing her swallow nervously, before she looked back up at her vistors and asked: “Are you sure? I thought you were too much of a ‘man’ to fuck my little girls.”
“Well—that’s when they were fake girls, Your Majesty. I apologize—I meant no disrespect. To you. No disrespect to you. Sissy boys in dresses. But now… heaven above, they’re completely female. In every respect!”
“Their minds are unchanged. Their souls…”
Roger made a dismissive noise. “I’m not planning to take their souls, Your Majesty. Those are irrelevant. I want to possess their new bodies.”
“Who wouldn’t?” Channah agreed snarkily, as her bullies laughed. “What are you working on right now?”
“We’re learning, Your Majesty, as you commanded, as much as we can about how the manor operates, so we can help you manage it. But we don’t actually have any duty assignments right now.”
“Continue learning until you leave, and don’t breathe a word of any of my plans. When we return to Fensmere next week, Roger, I will make you my Castellan. Cutter will be in charge of the mansion and its staff, and Martin the head of the field staff. Don’t let those titles go to your heads, boys—I’m not picking you because any of you have a reputation for effective management or work habits or dutifulness even good sense.” She laughed shortly and deliberately insultingly. “Don’t interfere in the actual running of anything—leave that to the Butler, the Housemaid, and the other senior staff. You’re to be in charge of…” She rolled the last word around in her mouth, savoring it: “Discipline.”
“Oh, yes,” the three bullies laughed, sounding as if they were hugging and clapping one another on the shoulders in celebration.
“You can use your positions to get revenge on everyone who mistreated you in the past, but only in the context of your duties. Believe me—you’ll find more pleasure in their fear, awaiting your vindictiveness—than tearing up my household immediately. And my household must run well. A scared and miserable staff is fine—delightful, really—but the laundry must be cleaned properly, the house must be kept dusted and polished, the food must remain delicious and interesting, the servers polite—in short, the Sun itself must continue to shine out of my ass over that house, so that my life is as convenient and pleasant as possible, and my guests, from the lowliest deliveryman to the King himself, continue to be awed and amazed by the splendor of my mansion. Do you understand?!”
“Yes, Domina,” they agreed, sounding more muted.
“The reason I want you in charge is for operational security, not the actual operation of the household itself. I’m giving you the three highest positions in the house—after my Governess, Sindonie, who will remain in charge of the noble children, as you can imagine—so you can enforce discipline and security on the household, or at least, all of the commoners within it. Without ever telling anyone there are new rules, or explaining them out loud, you will build and enforce a new regime at Fensmere. A culture of obedience to me, and silence about my business. I’m already aware there are the vaguest rumors circulating out in Cambridgeshire, and perhaps even further afield, about… changes people have noticed to the household. Even questions about me. Well, we’re going to stop that process when you return, so that my Sipahi ranging the countryside can continue to stoke the rumors of demons abroad in the countryside. Your duties for capturing and disciplining escapees will expand from my slaves to include the entire staff and population of the manor and the village. Once someone joins the manor or the village, they will remain there until they are buried, unless they receive my leave to depart. Only trusted staff will be allowed off the premises at all; and then they will be sent in groups. Staff and their families will not share any of the business of the manor, or the village, with visitors or tradesmen, beyond the minimum necessary to accomplish their business. And, most importantly, when the King arrives, our staff will have no doubt about where their loyalties need to lie. I will instruct my tailor in Sademtsaowah to help you dress appropriately for your work.”
Then, changing tone: “Esmeray, as I’m sure you’ve gathered, training Eleanor—and especially Frances—will be different than training these sweet, compliant girls.”
“Yes, Domina. Although I’m surprised… as more-experienced jawari, I thought they would be fully-broken.”
“Oh,” Channah waved her hand dismissively. “In many ways, they are. But they were always trained differently than my two girls. Or, more precisely, my two girls were always trained differently than any of the other jawari. In this generation, anyway. That’s why I wanted you to meet and work and play with them first, so you would see them for who they are, not lump them in with the other rabble.” She laughed sharply, and not entirely nicely. “Boys—I need you to pay attention to me, not my little sluts’ bottoms. Girls—” she bent forward, addressing them, “—Keep your knees on the floor but rest your arms on my dais, straight out in front of you like you’re holding on for dear life, and worship my boots with your tongues and lips!”
“Yes, Domina,” they hurried to obey, seeming to make Channah gasp with excitement at the sight of their distressed, worried, sorrowful faces… and to compel her to ram the toes, and occasionally the heels, of her boots harder into their vulnerable mouths while she continued her conversation with her visitors.
“Why don’t you boys come through to Sademtsaowah with your prisoners tomorrow, to provide security for Eleanor and Frances while Esmeray begins their training. They’ll be kept in the kennels at night; but whenever they’re not locked in the kennels, you’re to monitor and contain them so they can’t get away from Eleanor. Don’t help Eleanor train them unless she asks—it’s her job to be their qahramanah, not yours—but do be of assistance to her however she asks in handling or training her charges. Kai, please find quarters for them near Esmeray. And then…” she shrugged, visibly delighted that she was able to tease at least three boys and two girls with diametrically-opposed desires, with a single taunt. She shrugged. “Depending on how well-behaved my girls have been, and how helpful you’ve been…. we’ll see about introducing my three bully-boys more… intimately to my new girls.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” the three Englishmen laughed celebratorily, even as Penny and Chas, too stunned to even take it all in, buried their heads in their hands, making little sobbing-whining noises too primitive and instinctual to have a name. “Oh! And, ah…. One of you let Big George know I want him to come along with you. My Castellan has a couple of projects requiring his expertise. Is there anything else?” she asked, giving them a moment before continuing. “Then carry on with your assignments.”
“Yes, thank you, Your Majesty!” they responded.
Channah clapped twice: “aitrudhum!” (“Dismiss them!”) and the light in the room changed slightly. Whether it was darker, or the quality of the light had changed when the sterile bluish ghosts had disappeared, leaving the warmer, yellower, indirect Sunlight from the garden alone to illuminate the room, neither girl could tell for certain from her perspective hanging at Channahs’s feet. Leaning forward, knowing she had their full attention, Channah purred. “You girls look so cute and sweet and submissive, sucking my boot tips and heels and looking up at me so sadly and pleadingly. Ha!” she clapped and shook herself with delight. “I think you both know you’re going to have to be very good—practically perfect—if you want to avoid the attentions of Roger and his bully-boys entirely, don’t you? So better suck up your very hardest! And at this moment, I mean that very literally! Open your little pieholes wider, go on, wider, streeeettttcch those lips out and push your faces as far forward as you can on the tips of my boots. Oh, come on… you especially, Penny, with your well-known big mouth! I want to see you swallow half of that boot. I want to hear you—yes!Woo-hoo!” She clapped with glee as Penny—looking like a fish with its mouth stretched by hooks—started to make gargling and gagging sounds as the toe of Channah’s boot started tickling the back of her throat. “PUSH, BITCH, PUSH!” Screaming as loudly as she could at Penny while leaning as close down towards her foot as she could, she fairly seethed with joy as Penny’s face turned red and her throat and mouth began involuntarily contracting in an instinctive attempt to clear her throat.
Resting her chin on her fists, Channah enjoyed watching the girls suffering and debasing themselves to please her for what seemed forever, before her smile grew even wider and slyer. “This is the best honeymoon ever!” she barked. “I’d ask you why you came to disturb your Domina’s important business, but I don’t want this moment—this pathetic display—to end!” She giggled nastily. Setting aside her crown and her scepter in a leisurely fashion, she continued: “If you’re done with your chores, nod your heads with my boots in your mouths. Ha ha! Excellent! If you’ve bathed yourselves, nod your heads. Good! And if you’ve served dinner in the dining room? Veeeerrry good, darlings. Oh! I have a fun game! Without removing my boots from your mouths—or biting my toes!—I want each girl to remove her boot. You can use your hands to pull them off, but your mouth must stay wrapped around that boot, and that boot needs to remain deep inside your mouth in gag-a-bitch position, until you’ve removed it entirely, and I accept it from you. Oh ho ho, that’s cute… look how hard you gurls are working on those boots. You two look really ree-diculous!” she guffawed. “Like a couple of Maltese puppies down there, wearing only your dog-collars.” When they removed her boots nearly simultaneously, she laughed again: “A tie! Good doggies! Such committed, devoted little puppies…” she purred, rubbing her knuckles under their chins before taking her boots and setting them aside. “Penny, your first chore tomorrow is to polish my boots. I want them gleaming!”
“Yes, Domina,” she answered, hanging her head in shame at how Channah was making fun of them.
“No time for your pouting,” she chided. “Worship my feet. While they’re still warm and layered with the smell of leather. I’ve had a long, stressful day while you two have been cleaning without a care in the world. Go on, use your mouths and your hands to relax me.” She observed them, sighing and relaxing back in her throne as they kissed her heels, sucked her toes, rubbed the balls of her feet, and caressed her arches. “Oh… that feels good. You girls are naturals. I may need to keep you two with me to de-stress me at the end of each day… mm….”
When she felt her breathing deepen and slow, she ordered them: “That’s enough for now, sweeties. Now put your arms back on the dais, stretched out toward me, armpits on the edge of the dais, that’s good. And use your toes to brace your legs and knees right where they are. I’m going to put pressure on your faces, and I don’t want you to fold or slide.” Ignoring their confused expressions, she waited for them to move their arms and feet into the positions she had commanded. Then she stepped on their faces with the soles of her feet, relaxing a moment, feeling their breath tickling the soft skin in her arches, while she untied her robe and slipped it from her shoulders. Then, bracing her feet on their faces and her shoulders on the back of her throne, she raised her hips and slid her robe out from under her, settling back down and draping it gently in its accustomed resting place over the back of her throne. Finally she put her feet back down on the dais and slid her hips forward off her throne, dropping into a squat immediately above and in front of them, her beautiful bare legs emerging from the slits cut up to her hips on both sides of the simple tube dress.
“Stand up! Go on!” And when they had, she rested her arms around their necks, with her hands on their shoulders, using them to steady her as she jumped off the dais to the floor. Devastating Penny with a flirtatious look, she flicked her head back towards her dais and commanded: “Get my heels for me, bitch.” Taking advantage of her most-vulnerable moment, when she was stretched forward as far as she could reach to touch and pull on Channah’s mules, she slapped her ass. And as she took the high-heeled sandals from her and set them on the ground, using their shoulders for support again, she slid into the sandals, kissing each girl quickly before leading them towards the dining room.
2092 07-24 Yellow-Haired Stepchild2093 07-24 Sad Girl2094 07-24 Daughter Dolorosa2095 07-24 Smoking Channah in front of the girls
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
Explicit version containing bullying, goldenshowers, punishment, analpenetration, and cleanup themes at 07-24X Cleaning Channah’s Feet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits. NOW:
Penny was panting, faster and faster, as Channah tested her bladder, before with a desperate last shake of resistance, Penny squeaked and groaned with an unmistakably defeated sound.
Channah couldn’t help herself, she laughed while she stood up, stepping back and trying to sound outraged: “Naughty-little-girl embarrassed herself, didn’t she?” And this time she didn’t wait for her girl to start talking; didn’t even give her a chance to, hauling back and walloping Penny’s bottom: Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” followed by a lot of caterwauling and gibberish she couldn’t even have made sense of if she was listening, which she wasn’t because she was doubled over so hard watching Penny completely lose control.
“Oh, Penny! You dirty bitch!” she howled, laying Penance’s Bull-Daddy down well out of the way. “I ought to spank you for that!” She stepped toward her throne, unable to avoid the little lake, laughing as hard as Penny was crying. “What are you doing with your head still under my throne? Silly girl! Back up! Back up!” she commanded, as Penny did back up, her arms moving right into the pool as Channah slid her throne forward and sat down on it, over Penny’s head, grabbing her by the hair, then leaned back in her throne, lifting Penny’s tear-soaked red face so she could see it and putting the soles of her feet right on it. “Dirty girl! I told you what the consequence would be, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Domina!”
“Then start doing your duty, bitch. Back on your heels.” And when she hesitated, Channah put her feet on Penny’s shoulders, kicking her backwards so her extremely sensitive butt slammed into her own heels, producing another pleasing, squealing sound as Channah pushed her soles into Penny’s face to keep her from rising back. “Unh-uh! STAY!” She snapped, as if she were talking to a dog. “Bad puppy! Go on, puppy! Lick! Lick!” And she moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny obey her Domina, even as she continued to wriggle her hips to alleviate the pain from her bottom. “Good girl,” Channah cooed. “Good. Girl.” Knowing she would be unable to leave her throne until the floor was cleaner, she dropped her right foot to the ground while Penny worshipped her left , and then she dipped her left foot while Penny was sucking on her right. “Thaaat’s the way, goooood gurl. Oh… look how devoted you are, baby! Yess…. Stick that tongue between my big and second toes. It’s sooo wet in there. Now lick the bottoms. Oh, other foot. What a mess! But you must be thirsty, the way you’re going to town. We’re going to explore that, darling!”
After a pause to listen to Penny lick, she continued, almost lazily: “Use your hands to hold my ankles—gently! While you clean the bottoms of my feet. Why should I do all the work to hold my legs up? You’re the offender! I’ve given—at a guess—tens of thousands of whoopings in my life, including to boys much younger and smaller than you, and I can assure you, you are the single most pathetic little worm I’ve ever dealt with. The good news for you, little marshmallow, is that you’ve always been soooo sweet and submissive you don’t give me much cause to beat you.” She giggled: “Well… except the way you keep turning me on with what a submissive, disgraceful, dirty slut you really are… practically begging for more torment when you do that in front of a demon, aren’t you, horny girl? But other than the times you seduce me into it, you shameless girl, there will be occasional days, like today, when I need to prove to you, or to myself, or perhaps even to a third party, how totally submissive you are. But if you keep up your good work, striving really hard to show me how much you love and respect me, after your pathetic display of weakness today, I’m pretty sure beatings will be rare for you, and I will never get close to hitting you as many times as… well, even wimpy little Chastity. But certainly never treating you the way any real men could expect: ten, twenty… I’ve hit boys, you know, real boys, as many as fifty times before.” Penny made a defeated, overwhelmed sound. “Oh hush and keep cleaning my feet, bitch! We’ve already seen how weak and pathetic you are; that’s what I’m trying to tell you! Don’t you get it, dummy?” She used her heel to cuff Penny across the cheek, emphasizing her dominance further. “I’m talking here!
She continued, teasing her and taunting her and praising her and insulting her by turns, serving her sole after sole, occasionally allowing herself a detour to test Penny’s cage while she kept licking, until finally Channah giggled in triumph, prodding and testing with her foot to confirm her suspicion as Penny groaned with her humiliation. “Theeeere it is, my perverted little mushroom. I knew talking dirty to you while disgracing you would bring back your little man sometime! And it’s so hard now, almost like a real twelve-year-old boy, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”
“Yes, Domina!”
“Goood girl! What a good girl! Admitting what a naughty little girl you are is the first step to giving into your nature. You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”
2083 07-22 Please please please give Chastity and me another chance to prove our subservience2084 07-22 Thy rod and thy staff, they discomfort me2085 07-22 Thy sceptre looks like a carpet beater2086 07-22 but–but–does your discipline have to be so big and hard?
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits, most especially the ultra-sensitive girl’s willingness to accept pain for her Mistress. NOW:
“You actually want to be bound for this, don’t you? To make it easier for you to give up?” she asked archly, shifting her weight to her other foot and raising up on the ball of her foot so the heel she was worshiping was a little off the ground. “Get in there, baby,” she murmured, enjoying her piteous efforts.
“Maybe—maybe I do want it a little,” she confessed. “Or maybe I need it so I know I can obey you because that’s all I want to do and I don’t know if my body will take it,” she whispered.
“Oh… that’s the sweetest thing to say…. Seven hells, you’re completely despicable.”
She whined apologetically. “I—I probably do like to be trussed up and helpless for you. But… but I’m certain I do want to give up. I know I want to give up everything to you I really do,” she clarified. “For you. I want to give everything I have, to you. Please, help me do that! Please put me in bondage so I won’t disappoint you, I couldn’t stand it!” her words were dissolving into tears, and indeed, there was not another moment until they were finished and she was almost done soothing her scalded baby-girl that she was not crying like a little bitch.
“And I want to… put you in bondage, sweetie,” she purred. “And I will. Before the morning is out. I’m going to bind you tighter and, in more discomfort and fear, than you can even imagine, to please me. I promise. Say thank you.”
“Thank you, Domina,” she whimpered.
“Because I do want you to give it up, all of it, everything, for me, I promise you,” she agreed, catching herself moaning the words. And then, in a sickly-sweet-but-not-genuinely-sweet voice, she qualified: “I want to take everything you have from you, until only your adoration is left. But that means pushing you as hard as you can be pushed. Harder, even.”
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.
“And that way, I’ll be able to tell the difference between pretty bullshit words, and your sincerest and most-genuine heart.”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Don’t you want me to show you your truth, darling? Your most-genuine truth, under conditions when you cannot possibly hide anything from me?”
“I—I—yes, I want to give you everything, but I’m afraid I’ll fail you!”
“I’m afraid you’ll fail me, too,” she agreed, her voice turning hard again. “So let’s see. The only way we can.”
“Yes, Domina,” she wailed, clenching Channah’s ankles harder, withdrawing her tongue, and kissing Channah’s arch as hard as she could, while she spread her knees wider and waited.
Channah burst out laughing: “That’s soooo cute! Thank you, darling, but if you knew anything about sex or bondage I’d think you were trying to trick me.”
“I’m sorry, Domina, I don’t understand?”
She rolled her eyes in disbelief that she was so afraid of what was to come, she was continuing to cry as she knelt under Channah’s feet, holding onto her as if for dear life.
“You are such a sorry and abject worm, pudding! I can’t believe you’re crying like this! I’m going to give you something to cry about, meek mouse, especially after this display! Because you deserve it all the more!”
“But—but that’s what I’m afraid of!”
“But despite the—significant pleasure I derive from your fearful obsequiousness and spineless toadying… Let’s give you another sex lesson, shall we? This position won’t work. As hot as it would be to be your sweet loving mama and your big bad dominatrix all at once, that’s not really practical. Mainly because when I’m enjoying your suffering, the last thing I want to do is ease it. I want to test it, I want to bring out the most and the best of you I possibly can. I want you to suffer for me!” And then she added: “And for me! The love you feel while I’m hurting you is the greatest, purest, truest love of all, because it’s without selfishness, without ego, without greed. That’s what I want, your pure, true, raw love despite who I am and what I do! Do you understand?!”
“I do!”
“Are you sure?”
“I am! It’s terrible and its evil but it makes perfect sense, Domina,” she howled. “I understand…”
“How many am I going to give you, bitch?”
“I don’t know, Domina,” she admitted, her voice quavering. “I know, I know one—for cumming without permission yesterday?”
“You remembered your transgression. That’s a start, at least. What else?”
“I—I’m not sure, Domina—was I bad more than once?—oh, because I made a mess on Chastity after you’d already bathed her, Domina?!” she asked desperately.
Channah laughed, having not even considered that a separate offense, but pleased with Penny’s effort to talk her way into more trouble. Apparently she was much better at imagining her own transgressions than Channah, who had been struggling to think of even two. “That’s two. Good girl! You’re starting to redeem yourself. What else?”
“I—I don’t know, I—I—when I asked for permission to pee this morning? Only, I need to so badly, so so badly, Domina, but I know you don’t have the time for that—”
“Three! Damn right I don’t, I’m a Queen! You should be honored by each and every insult I hurl at you, treasuring how generous I am with my time and breath to even bother insulting you!” She laughed, harshly, but being harsh not because she was still angry and disappointed and feeling stupid, the way she had earlier. Now, she realized, pleased to feel her spirits lifting, she was feeling harsh because she felt powerful and aroused, meaning everything was right with the world once again.
“What’s wrong?! Keep going!” She barked, as she stepped away from her human rag, turning and swinging her leg to jab her purse, trying to remember where boys’ bladders were. “You’re not half done yet!”
With a moan, she sobbed: “I—I slept too long, Domina?” Penny guessed, her voice quaking at the thought of a fourth violation. She had never had more than three blows before.
“Fower!” she exaggerated the pronunciation, as she balanced on one leg using her expert, well-practiced toes to jab and pinch Penny, fishing for her little testicles and catching one almost immediately, prompting a screech of pain that—now that she was feeling better—made her break down and laugh genuinely. “Oh, you can stop counting, sweetie-pie! I’m going to give you five, my little peach pudding. The fifth crack is for being too smart and too proud for your own good, dummy! And, yes, when I’m finished, I expect you to shower my feet with your gratitude for intervening and saving you before you talked your way up to twice as many whacks!’
“Thank you, Domina,” Penny managed, so miserably and sadly Channah almost felt a rush of tenderness for her girl.
Turning her throne-chair so it faced the open space between the bed and the garden, she prodded her puppet’s purse again roughly with her toes. “Good girl. Now come over here, put your head under my throne, and hold the legs with your hands.” As Penny scrambled to obey, she explained: “Channel your fear and your instincts into holding onto my throne. You can even try to crawl under it. I don’t care if you pulverize the legs in your hands, or upend the whole thing and break it in half. But hold onto it with both hands and stay here, in spanking position, until I’m done, to show your loyalty. Do you understand?!”
“Yes, Domina,” she wailed, her absurdly-elevated voice a measure of her emotional distress and fear.
2079 07-21 The Food Chain (Dominance Hierarchy) in Hell2080 07-21 Hell’s Sweethearts 2081 07-21 Channah’s wedding gift for her girl Chastity’s bedside2082 07-21 Channah’s wedding gift for her girl Penance’s bedside
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits—at the moment, by mentally browbeating her while physically intimidating her. NOW:
“Keep your eyes on me and your hands right where they are, but spread your legs further for me. Push your little girl parts down on the floor like I taught you,” she commanded, not tentatively—Channah was nothing if not confident—but reservedly, with some interrogatory quality, as if there were a question in her mind about something.
And when Penny complied, Channah gave a deep, satisfied sigh. “I’m so pleased you’re not just frozen in terror, but actively and consciously intimidated and afraid,” she giggled, and seeing her girl’s pain and confusion, elaborated: “You’re shivering and hyperventilating on your knees before me, honeyslut. You’re so scared of me and my big, bad, bat—aren’t you?”
“Yes, Domina,” she whimpered and nodded. “I’m very scared. You—you and your bat are big and bad, Domina. You’re so powerful and—and mean,” she burst out, afraid to say it but unwilling not to say it. “You’re so much stronger—mentally as well as physically—than me. And I’m—very sensitive.”
“Soft,” she suggested, her voice dripping with contempt.
“Yes, Domina,” and she managed to hang her head a bit without disobeying her master by lowering her eyes.
“Soft. Like pudding,” she suggested with a snicker.
“Yes, Domina. Soft like pudding.”
“Everything about you is soft like pudding, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered. “You’re so big and bad and strong, and—and mean, you’re really mean—and I’m so soft and vulnerable. It’s not fair. But—”
“But what?”
“But I love you,” she whispered. “I love you and I want you so bad.”
“Fuck,” Channah repeated herself. “That’s about the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. Maybe one of the hottest things any mortal has ever said to me. No—definitely one of the hottest,” she revised her opinion. “Almost as hot as you admitting I’m smarter than you. You mean it, all of it, don’t you?”
“Yes of course Domina! I do, Domina,” she admitted in a small voice, betraying with every word an undertone of resentment and anger at what she was being compelled to say that she didn’t want to admit to. “I would never say that if it weren’t true.”
“How does that make you feel?” she gloated, curiously, tolerating it as her girl thought about it, because she had a genuinely puzzled expression on her face and Channah knew she was sincerely considering something she hadn’t thought about before, and probably didn’t want to think about. She mused to herself that watching someone think about things they didn’t want to, things that pained them deeply to consider, was a form of torturing in itself. Indeed, what she loved more than anything was when she could make a mortal suffer in body and soul both, at the same time. Now, that was a honeymoon-worthy goal. “Wait—you think about that. I want you to think about that long and hard and sincerely. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“While I hurt you,” she concluded, with a vicious, delighted, cruel grin on her face. “Oh fuck yes,” she chortled as her slut reacted, practically—no, literally, she decided—fighting herself to remain still before her master, when all she wanted to do was run.
“You want to run, don’t you?” she breathed, slowly bringing her feet back down to the ground, not wanting to spook the girl—not yet, at least.
She nodded, still looking and holding her Domina’s gaze obediently.
“Every instinct and sinew in your body is screaming at you to get up on your feet and run, isn’t it?”
“Yes, of course, Domina!” Penny sobbed. “Please don’t, don’t use your—I’m so scared!”
“But I’ve told you how much dread and adoration—especially together—arouse me! And even your little pea-brain is smart enough to remember that, isn’t it?”
“Yes Domina,” she whispered.
“Then why are you kneeling here like a scared bitch, practically begging me to hurt you?” she laughed.
“To please you!” she burst out, sobbing. “Because I love you! Because I want to be with you, to stay with you—and I want you to want to be with me! I’ve done something wrong and made you unhappy. I just want to make it right! I want you to love me and be happy with me!”
“Lillith and Cane, that’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is, Domina!” she cried, overcome. “Of course it is!” She wept. And she broke position to scramble forward and start laying placatory and apologetic kisses on Channah’s feet, while Channah shuddered with an outright orgasm, her body shaking with the force of a lightning bolt burning through her body and soul, matching the depth and dimensions of Penny’s mortification before her.
“Ffff—uck!” she groaned, torn and balanced between touching herself and just accepting the frustrating, satisfying sensations as they ripped through her. In the end she surrendered to her own body, trusting it and letting it take her where it wanted, without her coaxing. And that made it last. That made it a tantalizingly slow tease, feeling Penny’s head between her legs, licking her heels where they met the floor.
When it was over, she decided it had been perfect, not only because it ultimately satisfied, but because it whet her appetite for more and deeper satisfaction.
After breathing deeply, in a semi-meditative state, for several minutes, she finally came back to herself, and to the room, where Penny was still, pathetically, craning her neck, her shoulders pressed against the front of Channah’s ankles, her tongue stretching out to tickle the bottom of the back of Channah’s heel, one of the most pitifully subservient gestures she could make. Oh, yessss.
“You’re restoring my faith so far, Penny,” she admitted. “Redeeming yourself and your sisterwife. But you have to prove you mean it. Not with groveling and humiliation and darkness and dirt—which you thrive on, like some perverted species of mushroom—but with what you genuinely hate and fear above all else.”
Penny moued pitifully, physically flinching to hear what her Domina thought of her, and to be forced to ask herself if there was any truth in it. “Yes, Domina,” her voice breaking. “Please, give me a chance, and please, give Chastity another chance to prove to you—I’m sure she wants to redeem herself! Please give us both a chance. We’ll be good girls for you. We’ll be the best girls we can be, I promise! And you—” she whispered “I’m sorry, but you may need to bind me. I don’t know if I can—behave—”
“Oh ho ho…” she weighed Penny’s words, feeling slightly mollified, and even having a sliver of hope for her and Chastity. “Sugarbear, that’s the hottest idea.”
2075 07-20 I want to lick it so bad… but what will the Queen think?2076 07-20 Actually, I’m not quite sure I HAVE learned my lesson yet, Domina2077 07-20 Um… Mistress? While I’m down here, may I lubricate the top of your boot?2078 07-20 CAUTION: Penny’s thoughts aren’t always as sweet as she looks…
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits. Right now, she is maneuvering Penny to do something she hates, admitting Channah is smarter than her. NOW:
Penny’s disappointment at failing to please her was warming Channah’s pussy, even if the heat hadn’t reached her heart yet. “Please, please can you remind me what your question was? I hate—that doesn’t matter. What matters—I hope—is that I’m so sorry that I was so stupid. Could you please repeat your question for me?”
“Is it really so hard to be a good servant?” she asked, disappointed in herself for not sounding as sharp or mean as she’d intended to, reaching down behind her chair, for what she had concealed there, and bringing it up to rest across her shoulders.
“Oh!” And Penny didn’t even need to clarify that she meant she understood the question and knew the right answer now. Despite her slight irritation at Penny’s top-girl exultation at knowing the answers again, she couldn’t help but let it slide as she continued: “No, Domina, no it isn’t hard, or it shouldn’t be. It’s only hard for me. I’m sorry for being such an inadequate servant.”
“I should think so. What are you?”
“I’m—I’m—I’m a stupid slut,” Penny confessed, guessing the right answer, or at least, one the judges decided to accept. “I’m such a stupid slut,” Penny moaned emphatically, doubling down, managing to work her tongue deep along the floor under the arch of Channah’s sole.
“So stupid you can’t even answer an easy question?”
“Yes, Domina. Please, please don’t discard me for being stupid. Please train me to be better.”
“I can train you to be less ignorant, although with a silly cow it may not be worth the time.” Then, making her voice more patronizing, she continued: “But I’m not sure it’s actually possible to smarten you up if you were born stupid, is it, you simple little ninny?”
“No, Domina, I’m sorry I didn’t think of that—”
“Then what am I to do with you? If I can’t make you smarter, and you’re too stupid to learn from my words, what can I do with you?”
Again Penny was still a second, as she tried to figure out what to say that would please her master. “I—please, Domina, perhaps you could give me only the dumbest and meanest tasks?”
Channah nodded to herself, pressing her lips together thoughtfully. That was a fair answer, if not what she was herding her hucow towards. “Not the worst idea,” she admitted. “I definitely think a little wanna-be smarty-pants should be taken down a few pegs with the dumbest and meanest work. Perhaps supervised by someone you really despise… like Roger!” she laughed, liking the physical reaction that produced in Penny, who practically recoiled to hear it. “Oh, no, Roger’s actually smart—” and then, inspired with insight into her creature, she whispered: “Isn’t he?”
“I—is he—” suddenly some of Penny’s tension ebbed from her shoulders and hips and she admitted the obvious truth: “Yes, Domina.”
“Yes, what?”
“Roger is smart, Domina.”
“He’s smart, and he’s a natural leader, and he has a big hard cock, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Yes, what? Don’t make me say that again!”
“Roger is smart, Roger is a natural leader, and—and—Roger has a big hard cock, Domina.”
“And how about you?”
“I don’t, Domina.” And then, realizing what was expected of her, she burst out: “I’m a silly ninny cow, I’m a—a natural follower, and—and I have a soft… little… clitty, Domina,” she admitted, each word spoken more softly than the previous one.
“You really do, Puddin’,” she laughed. “But maybe it would be even funnier if I made you work for somebody truly stupider than you. Somebody impulsive and ignorant and weak. How would you like that, Puddin’?”
“I—I—I would do whatever you want, Domina,” she confessed miserably.
“No, I want to know. Answer my question, bitch! Who would you rather work for, someone you hate but still, as much as you hate them, you can’t help respecting? Or someone you have complete contempt for? Like Cutter!” She laughed even harder. “Or Martin,” she could barely get the name out, exaggerating the ‘ar,’ which somehow turned the name into a mockery of the boy’s intellectual capacity. And when Penny didn’t answer immediately, she snapped: “I told you I expected an answer, but I suppose—between your being stupid yourself, and how much you hate Roger—it’s actually a difficult question for you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Domina, it is!” she burst out immediately. “And I’m afraid—” she cut herself off.
Channah pounced on it like a hawk: “What are you afraid of? And don’t you dare lie to me.”
“I’m afraid whatever I answer, there will be consequences.”
“What consequences?”
“I don’t know. I—can’t imagine. You’re more creative than me.”
“Creative? Or do you really mean ‘cruel’?”
After a pause, she burst: “Both, Domina. You’re both. Especially in this area.”
“What area?”
“Boys. Men. Males. Sex. Hierarchy. Control. There’s no game-playing about that. I can’t possibly keep up with you Domina. You really are smarter than me, in every way, about that stuff.”
“Fuck,” she cursed, her pussy and her heart bursting into genuine flame, taking her feet away and putting them back up on the bed. “Look at me, bitch.”
Penny looked up, her big eyes filled with unadulterated submission and adoration, until they reached her shoulders and reacted, sharply and fast, her pupils growing huge as her body fairly stiffened and recoiled with her fight-flight-freeze instinct.
Channah knew she looked good, too, even as she looked terrifying to her little girl. Naked, voluptuous, decadent, sensuous, and rotten as the medlar fruit she had taken as her symbol, reclining on her lounge chair, her breasts large and firm enough to remain prominent even in that position, her strong, fleshy legs crossed at the ankles on the edge of the bed, her face practically alight with sadistic joy and a less-familiar, deeper excitement… and her strong, round arms draped over the opposite ends of Penance’s Bull-Daddy, the heavy, wicked, personalized bat that perhaps more than anything else than her collar and cage, celebrated and emphasized Channah’s power and control over Penance, and Penance’s subservience to Channah. Everything about the Queen’s posture was relaxed and, even more, supremely confident; the threat of the bat all she needed to make Penny want to shrivel and shrink herself to nonexistence at her Goddess’s feet. Channah enjoyed her cowering—and even more, her obedience, if it was that (rather than pure, instinctual paralysis). Frowning slightly, she decided to find out which it was.
2062 07-17 In my fantasy, this valley is PACKED with sinners2063 07-17 If I could, I would fuck this world straight to hell2064 07-17 The Fire that Burns Twice as Bright2065 07-17 Night Rapture
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-17X Channah’s Cold Fury at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests. NOW:
Chastity, still upset, locked herself up in her box as fast as she could, desperate not to further upset her Domina, even as Channah continued to vent her frustration and rage at Chastity: “In Hell, as on Earth, occasionally giving you orders you find repugnant, and you then obeying them willingly, is a vital part of every relationship because it proves—to both of us, and also to everyone else, that our relationship is solid and real, and that we are clear on our respective positions. Remember what I was telling you about communication! Actions always speak louder than mere words. Always. When a subordinate executes an order they find repugnant, it proves both that that specific hierarchy, and that hierarchy itself, is sacrosanct to both the master and the slave. That’s what subordination is! Subordinating your ‘self,’ to someone else—some other ‘self’! Sometimes, to prove their loyalty and commitment, dirty humiliation slaves like Penny have to take pain, and even be stupid for me, as hard as those assignments are for them. And sometimes, for the exact same reason, dumb pain sluts like you need to eat filth.”
The moment Channah heard the distinctive click of the lock shutting on the box, she reseized Chastity’s hair, forcing her to look up again. Then she immediately slapped Chastity’s other cheek, watching her start to open her mouth to breathe without smelling, realize what that would lead to, snap her lips shut again, and struggle uselessly to work out some way to breathe fresh-smelling air. Channah even felt Chastity make ineffectual little efforts towards pulling her face out of Channah’s hands and away.
Glaring down at her, Channah raised an eyebrow and sighed impatiently. “You’re not getting away from me, you little weakling. So stop your wiggling! And in the meantime, I’m waiting: For what you and I have both just agreed you’re going to do eventually. What—are you so desperate for my attention you want another beating? Is that it? Or do you want me to hang you back up on your hook and let you think—”
Sobbing, Chastity opened her mouth, visibly struggling to make her muscles obey her decision, instead of her instincts, to perform her assigned task.
“Good job, darling,” Channah praised Chastity, her voice only slightly curt, her face almost back to normal with just a slight stiffness betraying the fact that she had not fully gotten past Chastity’s misbehavior. She did kiss the top of Chastity’s head—as close to her mouth as Channah was willing to come. “You cleaned really well. I know it was hard for you, darling; and as long as you show me you remember your station, then with the exception of periodically affirming our hierarchical relationship, I will control you and punish you with pain instead of filth.” And then her voice, in a single beat, turned harsh and resentful again: “But don’t you dare lie to me about your feelings, ever again!”
“I didn—” she began, then, catching Channah’s eyes, she stopped, as Channah made clear:
“You told me you were my girl—but you weren’t. Liar!”
Chastity nodded unhappily: “Yes, Domina. I’m so, so, so sorry, Domina. I want to do anything I can to make it up to y—” But Channah raised a hand, her expression hard enough that Chastity wasn’t going to argue with it, and she shut up.
After making sure they had all of the wedding presents, they returned to the bathing pool, where Chastity spent half of her time pouring soap in her mouth, brushing it vigorously with fingers and clean rags and anything else she could find, so hard that she gagged herself, gargling water to rinse her mouth, before beginning the cycle all over again. Channah was quiet and intense, and Chastity just did her best to stay near her yet out of her way.
When Channah was clean, the Eastern sky was just starting to brighten from complete night to twilight. Gloriously naked, she was drying herself off when she finally spoke to Chastity again. By this time, the girl was feeling lonely and anxious, more eager for opportunities to get back into her Domina’s good graces, than she was scared of setting Channah off.
“Before you resisted me, I would have said it would be hard to imagine Penny and I bonding as closely as you and I did today. I was going to ask you to stay down here while I initiated her into our private married life.” Her lips turned down, reflecting her mood and her level of concern. “Now, I’m wondering if I was as wrong about Penny as I was about you.” Chas felt as if a knife had been plunged into her gut, and her eyes burned with the urge to cry again. “Only with Penny it would be worse. You deceived me for a few minutes. Not that difficult to get past. But if Penny deceived me….” Channah gave Chastity a look that made Chastity suddenly afraid for Penny, and she felt her heart rising into her throat as she worried what danger she had put Penny in with her big mouth and her intransigence, and what exactly the danger was, so she could try to figure out a way of protecting her best friend from it. She felt sick to her stomach.
“If Penny deceived me, she’s been doing it for days.” Then her features became even harder. “Maybe even years…” she said to herself, startling Chastity. Chastity covered up her surprise as best and as fast as she could, lest she betray any reaction to Channah that might upset her or set her off. Several times, Chastity opened her mouth, trying desperately to come up with something to say that would protect Penny from whatever Channah’s mad, paranoid speech was leading her to. And every time she slammed it shut again when her mind became crowded with ideas about all the ways her planned speech could go wrong and make things even worse.
“In any event, I need to know. And if Penny is a liar…” the hard glint in Channah’s eyes was not good to see.
2056 07-16 The Agony of Betrayal2057 07-16 The Stone Demon Awakens2058 07-16 Run, Chastity, Run!2059 07-16 “I’m sorry!” Chastity shrinks from Channah’s terrifying rage2060 07-16 What is so hard about cleaning up after yourself?!2061 07-16 If you loved me, I wouldn’t even have to ask!
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, chastity, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-16X The Three Kinds of Slut at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance have finally begun their honeymoon with Channah. Channah and Chastity awoke before dawn and shared an extreme, intense scene together in the garden gazebo where Chastity proclaimed she was totally Channah’s, and would belong to her forever and always. Now Channah has asked her to clean up. NOW:
Chastity made a small face, pulling slightly away, and gestured toward the creek. “Please, let me do it properly for you, the creek water—”
Channah laughed mirthlessly, grabbing her hair tightly and forcing her to look Channah in the eyes, the same strain somehow etched into both of their faces. “There’s only one proper way, jariya, and this is it.”
“Only it will be much cleaner if we—” and she broke off, startled and stung to see Channah’s crestfallen face; and then terrified to see it twisting into rage. “Domina, It’s just—it’s just—you have to see, the best thing for you is what’s most hygienic. The problem—”
“I understand the problem very well.” Channah’s face was overcome with such a look of betrayal it pierced and horrified Chastity with both fear and guilt. “It’s ‘just’ that you think you’re too good to do what I have in mind. You’re my dumb pain slut. Penny’s my dirty humiliation slut. It’s a division of labor that works well, and lets all three of us get closer than we otherwise could have, because we each share something special and strong and even unique with each of the others.” And then, with an agonized, despising look that cut Chastity to the quick, she hurled: “But you’re obviously not my girl. Never was.”
“No, I swear I am—”
“Shut your mouth when I’m speaking to you!” Channah roared, making Chastity blanch and shrink in shock. “Obviously, you don’t belong to me now! Let alone ‘forever and always.’” She turned her head to the side and spit contemptuously at the idea, at Chastity’s mendacity, and at her own stupidity, while Chastity dropped her eyes in shame, the only movement she could make. “Only, Hell is hierarchical, and absolute. Held together by power and place, dominance and submission—not peace or love or respect!” Somehow, she managed to make all three of those latter nouns sound like insults. “Knowing what kind of slut you are, pain-pig or dirt-eater—sure, that’s important. But much more important—the single most important part of what I just said, for everyone to recognize, is that very last word I used to describe both of you.” And with a flick of her hips, she slapped the side of Chastity’s face, her eyes pitilessly blazing into Chastity’s fluttering, tearing-up eyes. “‘Slut.’ Before you’re any particular kind of slut, the fundamental fact is that you’re both my sluts, first and foremost. My slaves. My slavegirl whores. My kennel bitches. Do you know how you can tell if a bitch is one of my sluts?”
Too scared to try and bluff any kind of answer, Chastity just shook her head and wailed: “No, Dom—”
“If you do what I say, then you are mine.” She leaned closer, her face screwing up into an even more frightening visage than it had presented the moment before. And in a low, guttural voice, she demanded: “Tell me, little dunce: in your heart of hearts, do you think you have the courage to defy me? Or do you know—do you know, with certainty—that you will do anything and everything I ask, when all is said and done?”
Chastity hesitated, her eyes burning with shame and fumes, bursting back into tears again as realized she did know that answer. “I… I do know.”
“And?!”
“I—I will!” she looked up, shocked at the realization, at her certainty, her face almost pleading for Channah to contradict her.
But she did not: “Then. You’re. Mine.” A flicker of amusement crossed her face before being drowned back in the rage. “Duh. Now…” she laughed cruelly. “I know you’re ‘a little slow.’ But here’s a really simple way you can tell if you belong to me. Are you ready?” And she started nodding slowly and speaking extra-slowly, like she was trying to persuade a toddler to agree with something. “You signed an infernal indenture to me, in your own blood no less. Does that make sense to you, honeybunch? That you’re probably mine if you did that? Is it too much for you, or can you follow that cause-and-effect, muffin?” Channah growled with intolerable patronization, continuing to nod slowly.
But what could Chastity do, or say? Only nod along like a two-year old finally getting it, and agree in humiliation: “Yes, Domina.”
“But in case you’re still in doubt, here’s a third way you can be sure you’re mine: You’re my morganatic bride, sweetheart. You agreed to love, honor, obey, worship, lick my feet, and kiss my ass as one of my subordinate wives, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”
“Yes, Domina,” she croaked through her streaming tears.
“And fourth, and finally, if you’re still not convinced: Most definitively, if you’ve ever been to the Hell of Lust, then you are mine. Because it is mine, along with everything in it! The succubae—every last one—are mine. The damned—every last one, red and white alike—are mine. The operatives who enter there are mine. The castles are mine. Even the rotting, discarded bones are mine. The very sand and sulphur? MINE!!! If you have been to the Hell of Lust, you are M-I-N-E. Do you finally get it?!”
“Yes, Domina!” Chastity bawled.
“Yet you are apparently so thick, I am still not convinced! ‘Jawari’ and ‘sister-wife’ are more-polite words for what you both are. But maybe I should stop confusing you by using them, because they don’t elevate your station in Hell, or change anything else about it. And no matter what you call them, in my experience, sometimes every slut, even those much brighter than you, my little ding-a-ling, from the most pathetic vagrant up to my own Duchesses of Hell—and you are all sluts to me—has to be reminded of her place. Reminders for her mind—and her body,” Channah pointed her chin down meaningfully, dropping Chastity’s box onto Chastity’s thighs. “Put that on, slut, while you’re soft. Now we both know we can’t rely on pain to make you soft, we must take advantage of this.” And she made her point by bobbing the thing that had already defeated her, right on the opening of Chas’s nose, then released—practically discarded—Chas’s head with a disgusted growl.
