RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE.

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has wagered Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants against Húanglóng in a demonic card game, Perdition Tarot.  The doors have been sealed, the atmosphere is rowdy, and Channah is frustrated after coming out of the first deal badly.  Now it is time to double down on their bets and play again.  NOW:

“You’re the starter again,” Channah snapped, as everyone pushed or threw their cards back in front of Penny. 

“I think I found the missing cards, Mistresses and Masters!” Hong exclaimed in surprise, patting a pocket in Judas’s sleeve and removing six cards.

“Thief!” chuckled Kadidia, then exchanging a glance with Esmeray and Fang.  “I brought plenty of laudanum, and I don’t want to be soft on the little cattle, but… is it practical–?” Kadidia asked, looking at Penny askance.

Esmeray followed her gaze towards Penny, who was shaking her head and appeared to be talking quietly to the six cards Hong had found, calling them naughty; asking them how they’d escaped her; and debating with herself whether she should try to deal them back into the deck or find cards that “worked properly.”  Over Penny’s shoulder she could scarcely avoid seeing Chastity, who was giggling stupidly as she puffed rapidly on a bong supplied to her by Húanglóng, who was laughing at her and pushing her down toward the floor so when she finished the bong she’d be in the perfect position to pleasure his balls and taint from below while Boubacar polished his knob from above.

Esmeray tried to smother a grin at the ludicrousness of the idea of either girl being supplied with more intoxicants as she turned back towards Kadidia.  “Mistress, I—”  But the the moment their eyes met they both burst out laughing.  “Your Grace, I’m afraid if you supply the dealer with any further laudanum, her fingers will be too thick to shuffle the cards!”

“As long as she doesn’t throw up near me, I’ll count it as a win,” Fang agreed, shaking her head ruefully as Penny inadvertently picked up her wine and drank it. Softening her voice as if she were speaking to a confused three-year-old, she growled in an odd combination of frustration and patience:  “Child?  Child!  You’ll have plenty of time to shuffle.”

“I will?” she asked.

“Yes,” Fang assured her.  “So go get us all another round of drinks before you shuffle, there’s a good girl.”

“Yes, Mistress!”  Penny staggered a bit as she made it to her feet, lifting herself straight up to leave Channah’s crossed boots undisturbed, but she was able to keep her balance and walk well enough to serve.

Stake 7—Spankings for Wine-Stealing

Fang suddenly started the formal betting by raising her voice and shouting:  “As stakes for each deal, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that any silly little girls who are caught purloining their fellow revelers’ drinks should be put over the knees of their victims for a thorough spanking!” 

“Girls or boys!”  Kadidia suggested.

“Accepted,” Fang allowed.

Or demons,” Esmeray added quietly but determinedly, her chin set.

After a momentary pause as the other players turned to regard her, Fang laughed and shrugged.  “Fair is fair.  At cards, anyway.  Accepted.”

“Aye!” everyone at the table, including a giggling Esmeray, agreed, without any objection from the otherwise-engaged Penny and Chas.  Followed immediately by:  “Done!”

Stake 8—20 hates ante per deal

“I’m feeling lucky,” Rivqah challenged, dropping the five hates she had won from Judas onto the table before her.  “I offer to anyone in the Lodge that I will best them on the next deal.”

“A good start, but not enough!”  Judas exclaimed, dropping two strings of coins on the table.  “I’m in a mood to get my money back from you!  I’ll match and raise you to a score!”

“And why should the rest of us be left out?”  Húanglóng demanded.  “I propose on behalf of the lodge that for each deal, the ante will be 20 hates!”

“Aye!” came the chorus, predictably, of most of the players.

Clearing her throat nervously, Esmeray interjected:  “I apologize, Your Majesty, but we cannot accept the Dragon King’s laudatory wager.  As all the members of our team are property of the Queen themselves, we have no money of our own to wager.”

“I’ll stake you!” Tifaret immediately countered, adding her own money to the pot.  And when everyone stared at her, she explained:  “What?  I saw this coming inevitably; surely you did, too?  Lovers can propose raising the stakes, just not vote on them.  I don’t want to be the only succubus left out of this game!”

“Well… you can’t actually stake another team, can you?  It’s not your team!”  Miriam reasoned.

“No, but you can bet on the outcome affecting your team,” Fang stroked her chin thoughtfully.

“So how would I word it?”  Judas asked, frowning.

“In this group, instead of the lodge, offer the bet on behalf of all demons,” Fang suggested.

“That they bet… what?”

“That every demon place a bet on behalf of their team, each deal, what team they think will win the pot?”  Kadidia proposed.

“Clever!”  Judas granted.  “On behalf of all the demons in the Lodge, I propose each demon, each deal, wager two score of malice money, on what team they believe will win the next deal, identifying that team when they offer their stake.”

“Done!”  exclaimed the table, everyone quickly, and without needing to be prompted, blurting out their own team except for Tifaret, who named Esmeray’s.

Stake 9—Loser Kisses Winner’s Ass

“I’m disappointed in you, little woman,” Channah frowned provocatively at Penny as she finished serving her masters’ wine and settled back down onto her seat, slipping into the narrow space between Channah’s boots and the back of the chair.  Channah immediately pressed the sole of one boot forward on Penny’s crotch to emphasize her words.

“What have I done wrong, Domina?”  Penny asked, looking anxious and hurt.  With an amused glance at Kadidia and Esmeray, Fang was subtly sliding her wine chalice toward Penny, so it rested between Penny’s chalice and hand.  All three of them tried unsuccessfully to keep their expressions neutral.

“Nothing wrong, just disappointing,” she insisted, continuing to push too hard on Penny for her comfort and enjoying her efforts not to flinch or otherwise escape.  “I practically—no, I literally—challenged you, and in fact encouraged you, to stand up for yourself and prove to us you have some last remaining shred of masculine, or even human, dignity,” she guffawed.  “But you’ve remained quiet as a churchmouse, timid girl!  I want you to admit you’re my obedient little pussywhipped bitch.”

“Domina!”  Penny protested, pinkening, then gasped as Fang put her hand on Penny’s crotch and began playing with her.

Channah shrugged.  “It’s true!  Why not admit it?  In fact, your silence already admits it.  Doesn’t it?  Go ahead.  If you won’t make a challenge worthy of the game to prove you have the tiniest shred of manhood, I’m going to consider taking your feminization to the next—” she separated the toes of her boots “level.”  And with that, she snapped them back together like a pair of scissors closing sharply on Penny’s purse and clit.

“Owwooohh!”  Penny screeched, trying to protect herself.  Finding herself unable to loosen the grip of Channah’s boots on her, she began thrashing and hooting in pain.  “Please Domina!  No!  Just—do whatever you want me to challenge you to, but please don’t take away my—my—”

“You can’t even say it.  You obviously don’t have any use for it.”

“I do I do I do I do please Mistress Domina Queen!  Just punish me but please don’t maim me!”

“‘Maim?!’” she asked incredulously.  “I daresay your little companion would get down on her knees and beg for the privilege of being made a natural girl, if she could!”  And turning her head toward Chas, she raised her voice to make sure she got the blonde girl’s attention:  “Wouldn’t you, Chastity?”

Removing her lips from Húanglóng’s dong, she gulped nervously, turning on her knees towards Channah and bowing subserviently.  “But—but I am not Penance, Domina.  I know regardless of what I feel—she would never feel that way!” Chas managed loyally.

“I don’t think she believes you’ll honor your bets,” Rivqah growled menacingly.

“no!  I-I—” Penny began, only to be cut off.

“It’s an outrage to suggest such a thing!”  Miriam echoed.  “My Queen, you should—”

“All right all right I’m sorry!”  Penny wailed.  “On behalf of the lodge I propose the team with the lowest score in each deal must kiss the bottoms of the winning team!”

A loud roar of shock—but not a condemnatory one—sounded in the room as Channah abruptly withdrew her legs and Penny, trying not to cry, held herself protectively, leaning forward and whining.

“Don’t make me part of this bet!”  Esmeray hissed, pinching Penny’s arm.

“I mean—the player, the lowest-scoring player must kiss the bottom of the winning player!”  Penny hastily amended.

Channah had sat straight up and leaned forward, interested.  “Penance Batonnoir, I do declare you’re a nasty-minded girl!”

“Oh, come on!”  Penny whined, while the table erupted in laughter

“Have a drink,” Kadidia suggested, nudging her.  “It will lessen the pain and make you feel better.”

Penny took the nearest glass and drank from it as Esmeray, stricken with guilt and feeling they were ganging up on the girl too much, tried to warn her:  “No Penny don’—oh, drat.”

“What?” Penny asked worriedly, turning her head.

Esmeray shook her head sympathetically.  “Domina Fang moved her glass in front of yours.”

“Oh fuck,” Penny whimpered, briefly flicking her eyes across Fang’s, ashamed and accusing at once, before dropping her head—then straightening and saying:  “Fuck it!”  Before gulping down the rest of Fang’s glass. 

Fang looked scandalized, tried to look mad, but wound up looking more intrigued and pleased as she leaned over, gently pried Penny’s hands off her penis, and soothingly began stroking her.  When Penny looked up in shock, Fang gave her a quick, chaste kiss on the lips, laughing at the effect she had had.

“The villain’s suggestion is outrageous!”  Judas suggested.

“Hear hear!”  the other demons chorused.

“To suggest that a demon would stoop so low as to—”  Judas blustered.  Then broke out laughing when Channah shot him a dirty look.

“The girl already thinks we’re all word-breakers!”  Channah cried, sounding offended by the idea.  Eyes on Penny, she stood in her seat and leaned forward, causing Penny to gasp, redden, and shrink back a little, uncertainly.  “I won’t have it!”

“Hear hear,” Miriam and Rivqah chorused, rolling their eyes, as Fang, giggling, withdrew her hand from Penny’s semihard penis, even as Kadidia replaced it with her own, drawing a strange sound out of Penny’s throat. 

“I accept the proposal as modified,” Channah clarified, beginning to slowly circle the table, never taking her eyes off Penny, who swallowed nervously. 

“Oh, Aye!”  the other players agreed in turn, Miriam adding:  “I’m sooo going to make you regret that, little girl.”

“Call it, then, girl.  Call your stakes.”

“Done?” She asked uncertainly.

“WITH CONVICTION!”  The demons all howled.

DONE!”  Penny shouted at the top of her lungs, echoed by the demons.  And drained her own glass, leaving Fang with nothing.

Fang hissed with surprise:  “You’re—going to—pay!” she promised, the threat ameliorated somewhat by her accompanying giggle, pinching Penny’s hip without distracting her eyes which were following Channah’s smug expression, and her progress around the table, worriedly.

The Deal

“Shuffle,” Channah mouthed silently but very deliberately.  And then, snapping her finger:  “I mean NOW.”  Even the other demons were watching Channah now, with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, as she took her time circling the table, her target clear.

With a swallow, Penny hastily started shuffling.  After giving her hard little clit a couple more tugs, Kadidia withdrew her own hand.  A second later Penny flinched again as there was a thunk under the table.  Miriam’s and Rivqah’s simultaneous movement, sliding down in their chairs, and their giggle at the noise, clarified for anyone who was still confused that they had both thrust their boots at Penny’s crotch at the same time.  Now they competed for a moment, pushing one another’s feet out of the way snickering like school children, before sharing a glance, and apparently an idea. 

“Spread your legs, dealer,” they commanded as one, each pushing forcefully on one of Penny’s legs to force them apart, making plenty of room to rest both their soles against her crotch.  But to judge from Penny’s face, they were being more gentle than Channah had been.

Penny, flustered, spilled the cards from one of her hands and had to gather them back together again, pressing her lips together as if trying very hard to concentrate, before she could resume shuffling, amusing everyone else.

“Wank yourself,” Esmeray barked, tapping Penny’s shoulder.

“What?!” she asked, already disoriented by everything happening to and around her; now set further off-balance by the sheer surprise of her partner’s order.

“You heard me.  Touch yourself.  Stroke it.”

“But—why—”

“Because I’m certainly not going to be touching it,” Esmeray clarified.  “And Chastity is too far away.  But there’s nothing in the bet to prevent our team from playing with you so we can rearrange our turn, just like the others!”  And when Penny remained frozen, she slapped her upper arm hard enough to sting.  ‘’Do it now!  Before you deal!”

Penny hesitated, then barely touched herself, turning bright red as people around the table laughed at her, then returned to shuffling as Channah barked out loud:  “SHUFFLE, knave!  Aren’t you done yet?!”

And with a final feathering of the cards, Penny squeaked:  “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” Channah purred, stepping over the front of Esmeray’s chair so she stood against the back of Penny’s chair with her buttocks more or less in Esmeray’s face even as Esmeray backed away to give her more room.  Enjoying the way Penny subconsciously hunched down in her chair as she bent over her, Channah rested her hands gently on Penny’s shoulders, then put her right hand on the front of Penny’s collar, pulling it back against Penny’s throat, holding her tight back against Channah’s chest, even as she dropped her other hand down to Penny’s crotch, taking her in hand and pulling Penny and her chair back by Penny’s neck and crotch until Miriam’s and Rivqah’s legs dropped off the front of her chair. 

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, stroking Penny.  And then, provocatively, continued:  “Deal.  While you can still reach the table.”

Making mouing noises, Penny began dealing, as she had been taught, by threes.

“Did you know you’re wearing a choke-collar, puppy?  With just a thought—” the collar shrank around Penny’s neck and Penny started gasping and choking in panic.  Channah explained in her ear, loud enough for everyone around the table to hear:  “I’m no copout, slave-girl.”

“I—” Penny began, but Channah choked her off, tightening the collar—and her hand—around Penny’s neck even further as she shushed the girl.  “And I’m going to prove it to you,” she continued.  “Just as soon as you finish dealing.”

“There!”  Penny squeaked.  “All dealt!” 

As the other players—and for Channah and Penny, as Tifaret and Esmeray—picked up their cards, Channah murmured:  “Good.”  Taking her hand off Penny’s pussy and taking hold of the back of her chair, without releasing her neck, Channah suddenly and swiftly tipped Penny over backwards, eliciting a startled cry from the girl and a surprised sound from the other members of the Lodge.  “As the last player with my hands on my girl before she finished dealing, I’m going to switch with whoever was first after the rest of you choose your turn-order.”

“Second!” Esmeray immediately claimed their spot.

“Third!”  Miriam and Rivqah both claimed, then looked daggers at one another. 

“You’ll go last if you can’t agree now.”

“Alternating tricks?” Rivqah proposed, to break their deadlock before Channah intervened, and Miriam nodded her head in agreement.

“Frickking fifth,” Kadidia grumbled.

“Shitting sixth!” Fang topped her.  “And I was the one who started it!  This is my reward?!”

Setting Penny’s chair on its back, and shaking a finger of her left hand in front of Penny’s face, which was reddening as she struggled to breathe, Channah commanded:  “Stay!  Spread your legs, honey.  As wide as they can go.” And after Penny had obeyed, she encouraged her, even as she dropped to her knees, straddling Penny’s left leg:  “Good girl.  Keep your legs spread and hold the top of your chair-back with your hands.  Go on!” 

“Yes, Domina,” Penny managed nervously, hastening to obey, whimpering as Channah rammed her right knee against Penny’s side and her left knee as deeply as she could between Penny’s buttocks, leaving her right hand clamped tightly around Penny’s throat as she slowly and gently began stroking Penny’s clit with her left hand.  “What are you doing?”  Penny wheezed fearfully, provoking loud laughter all around them.

“Listen to you, huffer.  Calm down.  You can still breathe.  Enough.  You’re still an innocent but even you’re not that innocent anymore, are you, Princess?  You know exactly what I want from you.  I want you to cum for me so I can show you—and any other humans with the temerity to doubt us—that demons don’t renege.”

Penny groaned helplessly, much to the entertainment of everyone watching.  “Please—I trust—I swear—I believe—”  and as Channah sped up her hand, Penny groaned in surrender, puffing “Please—PLEASE, not with everyone watching…”

“Everyone will watch your pathetic little spooge, loser.  I need witnesses so you can never again accuse a demon of being a promise-breaker.  Unless…” she withdrew her hand, leaving Penny panting and whimpering even harder than before.  “You swear you’ll never accuse demons of being backtrackers again.  Then I’ll lock you up to keep you safe and sound from being molested by any nasty Demon Queens.  Maybe…. Permanently.  Yes.  So you’ll remember your lesson.  I think so.”

“No ple—”

“Your choice,” she shrugged.

“Please…” Penny swallowed and rasped, looking desperate.

“Please what?” Channah asked archly.  Smiling cruelly, she asked:  “What’s it going to be—back in your cage, or cum like a whore in a tavern show for me and all my friends and vassals?”

And when Penny made some incoherent noises, and her arms shuddered like she wanted to let go of the chair and play with herself, Channah shook her head.  “Nuh-unh, sorry Princess.”  She ran her finger up and down Penny’s clit ever so slowly, everyone laughing at the way the girl and her girl-penis jumped and thrashed in tandem at the tease.  “You have to say it.  And since you’ve made me wait by trying to defy me—”

“No, Domina, I swear I haven’t—”

“HUSH!” she barked, tightening her grip and her collar on Penny’s neck even further to make her croak, and sharply spanking her pussy one time, making her bark and jump before going back to her slow, maddening, teasing, torturous movements.  “Take her wrists and ankles.  Spread them and hold them down.  Hard.  I want her to feel how helpless she is,” she commanded the nearest humans, who moved instantly to obey her.

“Your face is turning red.  And maybe puffing up a little bit,” she observed casually.  “You’re starting to look a bit like a piggy.  Again.  Do you remember the last time you played piggie?” she shrieked with laughter, joined by Miriam and Rivqah, as Penny turned something like aubergine and tears started leaking out of her eyes.  “We’re going to have to share that story with everyone tonight.  Won’t that be fun, Miss Piggy?”

“No, Domina,” Penny pled.

“Since you’re making yourself look all piggy, you must really miss being a piggy, don’t you?”

“No, Domina!” she burst out crying.

Snorting with amusement, Channah continued:  “I’m going to give you two choices, and I’m going to choke you harder and tease you longer if you do or say anything other than telling me which of my two choices you want.  Do you understand, Miss Piggy?”

Penny nodded desperately.

“I can’t hear you, and you can’t speak…” she jiggled the base of Penny’s shaft for a second before going back to her long, slow stroking motions, drawing a helpless whine from her victim and chortles from her companions.  “Snort once for no and two for yes, Miss Piggy.”

Reddening even further, Penny, miserable, snorted twice.  Channah smiled with savage triumph as the people around them—with a couple of notable exceptions—whooped and applauded.  “Good little piggy.  Here’s option one…” she tickled just under the head of Penny’s hood, watching with something like a clinical interest as the poor girl rasped and thrashed helplessly beneath her. “You say:  ‘I’m so ashamed of the pathetic little piece of rice between my legs.  Please lock up my miniature cockette forever and throw away the key so no one ever has to see it again.’  Did you get that, honey?”  And when Penny nodded miserably, she reminded her:  “I can’t hear you.”

Penny snorted twice.

“Get your mouth back on me,” Húanglóng snapped, yanking down on Chastity’s collar until her face was back in his crotch.  “I may even cum myself.”

“And I want my qahramanah back,” Fang demanded, snapping her fingers.  Hong gave her no reason to complain, instantly disengaging from Judas and dropping to her knees before Fang, moving her tongue as Fang had trained her and immediately drawing a satisfied groan from her Domina.  “You can keep using my trainee,” she offered Judas.

“You know what to do,” Judas growled, and Huifen, despite turning red, promptly demonstrated that she did.  Around the room, the remaining demons maneuvered their servants into the positions that pleased them best.

Tifaret crossed the room and stood over Penny’s head, rubbing herself and looking questioningly at Channah, who shook her head.  “Absolutely not.  I’ll use that mouth after I pay off my bet.  Or maybe, while I pay it off.”

“But I need something,” Tifaret pouted, throwing a speculative gaze at Esmeray, who looked at Channah and shook her head rapidly, imploringly.

Channah rolled her eyes.  “You can use her rear if you grab her cage for me.”

“Fine,” Tifaret shrugged reluctantly, recovering the cage and kneeling between Penny’s legs as she rubbed herself against Penny’s taint, rapidly growing and pressing against her.

Penny groaned, even as Channah held up two fingers.  “Option two.  You can admit the truth and repeat after me—word for word, with real passion, what I tell you to say, to thoroughly entertain our audience with your wetness.  Well?”  She asked, raising her brow as she continued to use her clever, expert hand on Penny, watching the girl and all her parts shudder and shake, even as Channah clambered over her leg and knelt on her chest, making room for Tifaret, who dropped to her knees, set Penny’s cold cage on her tummy, and pushed up her legs onto her shoulders as she began lubricating her member. 

Channah cautioned Penny:  “And honey—if you wait too long and pop before you decide?  There’s no third option for you here.  You’re going to spend the rest of the day being paddled and tortured by every single person here, and the rest of your life with that cage on your clitty.  So you better not cum bef—”

Penny snorted twice, urgently.

“What’s that sugar bear?”  Channah beamed radiantly, enjoying Penny’s capitulation, and the cheers of her near-peers.  

Penny snorted twice again, desperately.

“Then repeat after me, sweetie, and you better be persuasive!” Channah air-kissed her before she began speaking dramatically, pretending to be Penance to entertain her audience and further humiliate her victim:  “‘Oh, Domina, you’re so right about me—you’re always right!”

“Oh, Domina, you’re so right about me—you’re always right!”  Penny wept.

“Try again.  This time, with real feeling!”  Channah moved her hand from Penny’s neck to her cheeks, squeezing them and shaking her head back and forth as her hand sped up on Penny’s penis.

“OH DOMINA YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT ME—YOU’RE ALWAYS RIGHT!!!!”

“What a good girl.  Just like that!  Now, convince us you mean every single word:  ‘I admit it.  I’m a pathetic humiliation whore.  I’m your pathetic humiliation whore, Queen Channah!”

“I ADMIT IT!  I’M A PATHETIC HUMILIATION WHORE!!”  Penny started bawling, even before she felt the first insistent touch of Tifaret against her sphincter.  “N—” she almost began, then looked straight at Channah in terror before moving her mouth silently until she remembered the only thing she was allowed to say:  “I’M YOUR PATHETIC HUMILIATION WHORE, QUEEN CHANNAH!!!”

“Now say, ‘Omigoddess I love me a big demon cock in my pussy-hole!”

“OMIGODDESS I LOVE ME A BIG DEMON COCK IN MY PUSSY-HOLE!!!”  Penny wailed and cried and—as Tifaret began pushing in earnest—grunted in agony, even as the room exploded with cheers and applause, fighting with the laughter for everyone’s breath.

“Say that again!”  “Yes!”  Demons hollered.

“You heard them, pussy.  Say:  ‘There’s nothing like big demon cock for Me, Dominae!  I’m a regular demon-cock whore!”

Penny’s words ran together and blurred into her tears and sobs, but the overall effect was so satisfying Channah simply enjoyed it, laughing and clapping her hands as earnestly as the others:  “THERE’S NOTHING LIKE BIG DEMON COCK FOR ME, DOMINAE!!!  I’M A REGULAR DEMON-COCK WHORE!!!

Extemporizing, between laughing and breathing, Channah managed:  ‘Oh. Mistress Tifaret, please give me more of that giant demon-donkey dick!  It’s what I live for!’”

Penny gave her a desperate, pleading look for half a second before plunging onwards, knowing better than to test her Domina’s patience any further:  “OH!  MISTRESS TIFARET!  PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF THAT GIANT DEMON-DONKEY-DICK!!!!  IT’S WHAT I LIVE FOR!!!”

Shrugging as if she were agreeable, Tifaret laughed:  “If that’s what you want, slut.”

“’Give it to me really hard, Mistress!  I mean it—harder!  Harder!  Punish my ass with your giant clit!  It’s what I need you to demolish me!’”

“GIVE IT TO ME REALLY HARD, MISTRESS TIFARET!  I MEAN IT—HARDER!  HARDER!!  PUNISH MY ASS WITH YOUR GIANT CLIT!!!  I NEED YOU TO DEMOLISH ME!”

“Go on!”  Channah urged her, speeding up her hand further.  “Don’t pretend you need me to tell you what to say anymore!  I want to hear you beg nonstop, nonstop and convincingly, until your orgasm is completely over!”

“YES DOMINA!!!  OH, MISTRESS TIFARET, PLEASE, IT IS WHAT I WANT!  I WANT YOUR BIG DEMON-DONKEY-(what was—oh!) DONKEY-DEMON-DICK!!  OMIGAAAWWWWDDDD GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!  I BEG THIS!  I BEG IT!  I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE MISTRESS, IF YOU’LL JUST LET ME HAVE IT, MISTRESS!  AND DOMINA, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!  PLEASE MAKE ME CUM LIKE THE LITTLE DEMON SLUT I AM!  I WANT IT SO—I WANT—I WANT—UUUUNNNGGHHHAAA!!!!

And Channah darted back off Penance’s chest to kneel beside her even as her hand moved furiously and Penance bucked and thrashed and screamed and came like a banshee.  The laughter and demeaning comments from around them once again transitioned into applause and complements for Channah, and Channah mock-bowed even as she announced, continuing to play with Penny’s little thing, slowing down her hand but squeezing and pressing with greater force as Penny shuddered and shrieked through the aftershocks of her orgasm:   “Now… pay attention!  This is how demons play for real!”  Swooping down on Penny’s belly, she licked and sucked up the heaviest ropes and puddles of Penny’s mess before twisting so her face was over Penny’s.  Penny shook her head and snorted like a pig once, and Channah nearly lost it, barely keeping her lips closed over the smile that threatened to break through them, as she shook her head and slapped Penny’s face, hard, once on one cheek and once on the other, before raising one eyebrow expectantly.  Surrendering, the fight draining out of her before Channah’s insistence, Penance opened her mouth, groaning miserably but with acceptance as Channah kissed her, pushing her own spunk back into her mouth, even as Channah continued to squeeze and rub her penis, swirling her tongue in Penance’s mouth and occasionally pushing her tongue down hard to the back of her throat, reveling in every sign of struggle.

That’s my girl,” Channah praised her like a well-behaved dog, petting her hair and her little clit proprietarily before lifting her leg over Penny’s face and settling down onto it.  “Now shush up and get to work!” she barked.  “Mmmm…. Isn’t it nice to admit the truth?” she demanded between licking Penny’s belly, and proving with her thoroughness and tenacity that indeed, she could never be accused of reneging on her word.  “I’ll bet you think you’ve died and gone to hell,” Channah sniggered.  “Getting to cum like this with such a big, hard, juicy phallus in your bubble-butt, with your Domina’s pussy on your face?  This must be the greatest moment of your entire pathetic existence!”  meeting Tifaret’s eyes, the two succubae laughed and high-fived each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves.  Careful not to let her lips close around any part of her girl’s flesh, by even a fraction of an inch, Channah stuck her tongue out and used her hands to bend and twist Penny’s girl-boy-parts so she could lick off every single drop of moisture from them, before squeezing her scrotum and penis brutally to force them back inside their ring and cage, ignoring Penny’s muffled cries except to share another smile with Tifaret.  The moment she heard the cage click, assuring her it was locked in place, she leaned forward and pulled Tifaret towards her so they could share a sensual kiss, using and ignoring the helpless slave beneath them.

“This is soooo hot.  Ungh!”  Channah groaned.  “Your tongue feels so good, Miss Piggy.  Ohh you’re a fast learner, Zuckerbär.”  And settling deeper onto Penny’s face, even as she relaxed the collar to its normal size, enjoying the way Penny now struggled for breath under the weight and bulk of Channah’s wide, generous body, she mused around Tifaret’s tongue:  “There’s nothing like a well-trained slave, is there?”

“No, Mistress,” Tifaret whispered.

Literature Section “07-39 Sex, Drugs, and Tarot:  Demons Pay Their Debts”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 39 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 5,004 words—Accompanying Images:  2498-2502—Published 2025-10-27—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, stupid choices, evil, harm, danger, death, mythical creatures, idiots, and criminals. Don’t try, believe, or imitate them or any of it.

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PREVIOUSLY:  After using Penny, as she continues to tease the helpless girl, she explains how her Manipura Chain will reveal Penny’s true and desired form when Penny gives herself fully and unconditionally to Channah.  NOW:

Humming, Channah swung her hip off Penny so she was kneeling beside the girl, trapping her right thigh between Channah’s right thigh and calf.  With her left hand, effortlessly, she took and held both of Penny’s wrists, giggling at the way doing so made Penny twitch.  Feigning a round “O” of surprise as her eyes bored into Penny’s, with her right hand, she startled Penny by freeing her, making the weaker girl shudder, her breathing turning into a raspy, panting wheeze as she flowered into her full, if modest, bloom.

 “Don’t you want to be everything you can be?”  Channah asked, fascinated by Penny’s expression of longing, desperation, panic, and total vulnerability, watching how her eyes focused on Channah’s hand, settling over Penny’s lower torso, so close—so close—using her fingers to raise goosebumps on Penny’s skin.  “Don’t you want to be the very best girl for me you can?”  Channah asked, nodding suggestively.  And Penny found herself nodding dumbly in response, her entire body twitching up and down with every single beat of her heart.

With a mock gasp of surprise, Channah swung her hip back across Penny, using her right hand to adjust her skirts, her left hand continuing to secure both of Penny’s wrists.  She barely breathed, almost reverently:  “You were built to obey and to please, darling.  Or I think from now on, is it okay if I call you ‘Pleaser’?  Yeah, that’s a good girl.  There…” she hissed.  “I’m sitting a bit further forward so it’s more comfortable for you.”  Penny groaned raggedly, feeling the soft, reassuring touch of Channah’s warm skin on her hips, electrifying every single nerve-ending as the dominant succubus stifled another smile.  “Don’t you dare ruin this incredible moment with any selfishness, do you understand me, Pleaser?”

Penny nodded frantically, not trusting herself to speak.

“Oh dear,” she made an expression of mock-surprise and -concern, tugging on her lip with her fingertip as if thinking.  “I forgot.  You’re totally pathetic bully-fodder, aren’t you, darling?  By chastising and humiliating you, I don’t cool you down, I just push you closer, don’t I, you little freak?”  And when Penny didn’t answer, she rose up again and frowned her best mean face.  “Answer me!  With the truth!”

And Penny knew what that was.  Especially now, in this moment, she could not doubt it or deny it, who and what she was and had always been.  “Yes Domina, yes!” she confessed shamefully, shivering with the intensity and depth of the reaction Channah was able to elicit from her.

Channah shook her head in wonder that was only half an act, and was half a genuine marvel at how perfectly—for succubaean purposes—human biological males were made.  But she was snickering with unconflicted amusement at Penny’s plight and confusion. 

“You know I’m more perfect for you than any human woman on the planet, don’t you?”  Penny nodded frantically, not sure what, or even sure she cared what, she was agreeing to, because her mind was so jumbled and filled with the noise of her own arousal and the fear of Channah teaching her more about who she might be, what depths she might sink to.  And maybe because it didn’t matter:  after all, Channah was right, of course she was always right, and Penny… Penny belonged to her so deeply and utterly, her succubaean will thoroughly overcame and occupied Penny’s human one.  “The nature of a succubus is to be a perfect companion to human men, just like the nature of an incubus is to be a perfect companion to human women.  Because our purpose is to be your seductive predators, and humans are our sole prey. ” Channah confided sincerely, as if that were an obvious reason for humans to hang out with demons.  All the time, she kept swaying as if she were slow-dancing with Penny, not hard enough to finish, but not too soft to keep Penny’s attention, twitching in time with her pulse.  “By becoming your perfect companions, we ensure we are your perfect predators.  But you’re the lucky ones, Penny.  You, and Chas, and all my jawari… perfect as I am for you, I don’t want to prey on you.”  She shook her head, beaming down in sweet assurance at Penny.  “Because you’re my operatives.  My confidantes.  And you and Chas are even more than that… you’re my wives.  Do you know how special that is?” 

Penny nodded frantically.  She, and then Channah in response, moaned at the intimacy of that and Channah swooped down to plumb and loot Penny’s sweet mouth, even the vibrations of the sound made by their shared moans another chain of love and desire connecting them.  By leaning forward, Channah caused her hips to roll forward, pressing against Penny’s belly, a warm, soothing cataplasm.  A whine crept back into Penny’s panting breath at how touching her higher up took Channah’s body away from her further below.  Keeping her legs raised, Penny pathetically tried to reconnect everywhere.  She knew Channah was right when she laughed throatily, raising her hips higher as she smashed her lips down even harder:  “Hunh-unh baby.  Me first.  Me always.  Me only.  You’re out of your own control now, aren’t you, lovergirl?”  Penny nodded, unwilling to break contact with her mouth or miss a second of her possessing, dominating lips and tongue.  “That’s why you need mine.  Don’t you?”  Penny nodded again, sounding like nothing more than a whining dog overcome with a need only her master could satisfy.  “You’re lucky!  No human woman could be even close to what I am because she has so many conflicting responsibilities and priorities—mmm” Channah put her hand back on Penny’s neck with totally possessory intent, practically devouring Penny, Penny so deep under she welcomed every assault Channah was willing to visit upon her, the harder and more-invasive the better.  “Making new lives.”  Penny was in such an ecstatic, frantic, senseless space Channah could have discussed botany or politics and Penny would remain totally enthralled.  “Raising children.”  She was out of her weak little mind, nothing but a sponge for her Master’s more forceful one.  “Gathering food.”  Biting and pulling on Penny’s lower lip.  “Preparing for winter.”  Her right hand slid up Penny’s cheek to seize her hair possessively.  “Weaving and washing.”  And she wrenched Penny’s hair down, shifting her weight to her left hand to emphasize Penny’s meek submission and imprisonment.  “Keeping her home fire burning.”  She used the leverage on Penny’s hair to force her chin up further whilst keeping her lips against Penny’s mouth.  “And only on top of all that, at the end of such a long day, satisfying her man.”  She jerked Penny’s hair to one side, turning her head as she dragged her lips across Penny’s cheek to whisper in and nibble on her ear, her warm, moist breath electrifying Penny straight down into the center of her captive brain.  “I only have one purpose, one need.  To make men serve my every other.”  She snorted and clarified:  “Men and boys and little girls like you, Pleaser.”

“So here’s the point, missy.”  She rose back up, Penny whining with need and loss as she did so, continuing to hold Penny’s wrists in her left hand and Penny’s hair in her right hand so they could both enjoy their natural positions as captor and captive.  She slowly, gently, carefully rolled her hips back again, knowing how close to the edge they were, even without Penny’s many overt signs of desperation.  “I refuse to take you now, Penny.  If that’s what you’re looking for, playing out some little consensual-nonconsent fantasy of yours, we can just stop, because this isn’t about you.”  She stopped moving and even pushing down on Penny for several beats, shrugging to demonstrate how easy it was for her; how unmoved and in control she could be; how much stronger her will was than Penny’s.  “I let you watch me, and worship me, and I’ve even laid my hands on you before.  The next stage—if and when you’re ready for seriously committing to me and opening yourself to me, the way I’m ready to do both for you—is about consummating our marriage.  Real men, and even most jawari, want that intimacy.  You know, the way weak girls want it and enjoy it most, the way that only a succubus like me can give to you.  Not to mention the closeness that only comes with being my wife.”

“For real intimacy, Penny,” she leaned closer, closing her eyes and softly kissing and rubbing her face all over Penny’s, the sweetness and innocence at direct odds with her grip on Penny’s wrists and hair, laughing as Penny began helplessly trying to reach her again. “For real intimacy, we both have to be there, together, wanting it.  Wanting one another.”  She pulled back slightly, her eyes innocent and wide, batting them.  “So tell me, darling girl, what do you want?”

“You, Domina,” she squealed desperately, making Channah laugh with pleasure.  “Only you.  Totally you.”

Literature Section “06-95[X] Edgeplay:  Channah Teases Penny Toward a Hot Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 95 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1509 words::Explicit 1646 words—Accompanying Images:  1820-1823—Published 2025-05-19—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has been passionately and aggressively dominating and making out with Penny, teasing the girl relentlessly.  Now she wants more than Penny’s consent to take advantage of her.  Oh, and there was something about unexplained magic having to do with the jewelry partially implanted in Penny while she was insensate… NOW:

Channah snorted at Penny’s choice of pronouns.  “I knew you would choose to call it mine,” she shook her head, lips tight and flat in a mixed expression of amused, but exasperated, affirmation.  “Still so hesitant to admit who you are, and how invested in our… entanglement you are.  We’ll continue working on that.  Yes.  It’s my fruit, the medlar.”  Pressing on it, emphasizing Penny’s tenderness for a quick second, she explained.  “It’s the last of my wedding gifts to you.”  She looked up expectantly.

“Thank you, Domina,” Penny managed, knowing she expected it and wanting to please her even while she was in shock about being locked up with yet another chain by her Master.  This one had been not merely locked onto her body—like her collar and cage—or stuffed into her body like the tickler, but had been threaded through her organs and skeleton in a way Penny had only seen meat being sewn up for cooking.

Channah nodded briefly, pleased, and was about to speak further; but Penny’s anxiety about what had happened to her while she was banished from the world—and thus, from her own body—was so great that despite her training in passivity and receptiveness, she couldn’t help herself.  She blurted out:  “What does ‘Manipura’ mean, Domina?!” Her own voice sounded to her like the wail of an imperiled maiden struggling not to panic.

Fortunately, delight in her distress seemed to displace any irritation with Penny’s uppityness and with a surprised look, she observed:  “You’ve never asked before.  I thought perhaps you were familiar with the chakras?”

“No, Domina, please explain them to me?” Penny pleaded.

“In India, Hinduism and Buddhism have a tradition of practicing meditative arts known as tantra.  The chakras are various focal points in the body they concentrate on in a variety of their meditative practices, to help influence energy flows within the body.”  Channah shrugged.  “The actual human connection to the divine…. Isn’t known to us, regardless of which tradition—that is to say, religion—it falls under.  As far as we know, influencing energy flows may be genuinely part of the divine or simply a conceit by superstitious humans.  Or, most likely, it may be a form of magic acting on them internally.  That’s what we use the chakras for—to manipulate the flow of magic through living bodies.”

She noticed Penny’s frown of confusion and frustration, and held up her palm.  “Don’t even bother to ask me about how or whether tantra actually works.  For us, what matters is, the same or similar focal points are useful in directing the flow of magic through the body.”  With a smirk, she placed her hands on Penny’s collar and neck, pressing down and squeezing enough to remind Penny (as if she needed the reminder) of Channah’s strength and control.  “The Vishuddha is where we begin.  It relates to communication and thus to hierarchy and interpersonal relations.  It’s why your collar is so effective at linking us together, practically melding our souls to one another.  As you already know, it also has to do with longevity.”

She twitched her hips:  “Your Svadhishthana… maybe you understand this one already?  Maybe you feel it?” She taunted Penny mercilessly, laughing archly at her wince of pain as Channah caused her to push her literal and unforgiving limits.  “It is all about sex, procreation, and creativity.  Lift your legs,” she commanded, rising up higher on her knees, and when Penny hesitated she prompted him:  “Come on!  Legs up!  Right now!”  And as soon as Penny raised them, confused, she reached back to swat her, hard, on the bottom, then slammed back down on her midsection knocking her legs back down to the ground.  “Your Muladhara is your root.  It goes to basic trust, core emotional state, and foundational energy.  Does my presence there make you feel vulnerable?”  And she twisted Penny, not brutally, but across a range of her insides so broad it took her breath away, making her feel like she was so full everywhere she was about to explode.

“Yes, Domina, yes!” Penny yelped, her frantic expression and wide eyes giving Channah a thrill of pleasure. 

“I’ll bet you do.  I’ll just bet.”  And she relaxed her grip, a vise becoming a warm supporting hand.  “And when we’re united, top and bottom together, as we should be?  A whole?  When you’re good to me and obedient and when I’m pleased with you, so we feel trusting and connected to one another?  How does that make you feel, sweetheart?  Safe and secure?”

“Yes, Master,” Penny sighed, so relieved and submissive she almost sounded strangled. 

“Which brings us to our fourth bond.”  She played with her belly-button, then ran her fingers over Penny’s tummy and chest, causing her to gasp.  “Your new Manipura ring.  It’s about enhancing your wisdom and power.  It will also make you see more clearly and make your feet more sensitive.”  She giggled throatily.  “I’m going to take full advantage of that, believe me!  Today, here, in the hetaraslakos, is all about power.  But I’m sure, becoming more powerful doesn’t worry you.  It’s the acceptance of wisdom.”

“Why—why would wisdom worry me?”  Penny asked fearfully, knowing full well there was something Channah was preparing to drop on her.  Something big, that Penny was going to find upsetting.  Unless she’d just been messing with Penny’s head earlier….

“The ultimate wisdom is knowing and accepting—no.  More than that:  knowing and embracing!  Enthusiastically embracing who you are and the world you live in so you can live the life you were meant to live.  The Manipura ring provides the magic to help you realize the person you truly are, if you’re worthy enough. But you have to be able to admit it to yourself.  If you can’t, our connection will never be complete and we can never have the relationship I want us to have, that I’ve been trying to build with you.  It’s so important, Penny, I hope you can see that.  It’s called a realization spell.  Whoever you are, whatever you are, at your most basic level… the magic senses it, and helps you become the person you want to be.  It relates to morganatic marriage because it helps ensure a good match for the Domina and a loving, unconflicted girl who can focus her energies on her Domina’s problems, instead of selfishly obsessing on herself.  The subordinate, or base—” she pointed down at him “that’s you, precious—proves that she is worthy of the marriage by surrendering herself completely to her top.  And in return, having shown that her true self is devoted to her master, she gets to become that true self.  I mean…” she began, convincingly, as if she felt shy about discussing it, lending a charming vulnerability to her speech.  It seemed she was barely able to meet Penny’s eyes but had to steal up to meet with them until Channah’s clear, innocent eyes were Penny’s whole world.  Somehow, at some point, while Penny was being tied in knots by Channah’s entrancing face, her hips had started to move again down below, talking to Penny’s body behind her back and bringing the pain and the aching, aching deep desire back up to the maximum.  “I keep calling you my ‘wife’ and my ‘bride’ and my ‘housegift.’  Could I spell things out any more clearly?”

“What?”  Penny whispered, her mind whispering that she knew, but unable quite to accept it or to put it all together.

Literature Section “06-93 Penny’s Yoga Lesson”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 93 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1254 words—Accompanying Images:  1814-1815—Published 2025-05-17—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.