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.

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

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.

“One?!” Channah burst out, mockingly.  “That’s it?!

“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 gameDon’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.

“Show me,” Esmeray commanded, leaning forward.  “Carefully!

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.

RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE. [INSERT LINK]

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Literature Section “07-38D R1 (Dealer Penny) WTF—Let the Dirty Games and Tricks Begin”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 38 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—3138 words—Accompanying Images:  2222-2223, 2241-2263—Published 2025-09-29—©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.

PREVIOUSLY:  The second long, perverse, intense day of Channah’s, Chastity’s, and Penance’s honeymoon is over.  They sleep as they feel:  closer to one another than ever before, and more unequal, the internal power dynamics of their relationship further strengthened by Channah’s erotic assertive hunger, Penny’s suffering service, and Chastity’s eagerness to please and belong.  NOW:

They awoke to another perfect morning at the top of the world, a chill in the air perfectly counterbalanced by their tightly-snuggled warm bodies, and the Sun’s indirect light from behind the surrounding mountains a promise of coming warmth.  The flowers in Channah’s garden were as revived as they, blooming to greet the Sun, the air fresh and innocent as Eden, the joyous songs of birds celebrating the world’s rebirth.  All three of the lovers felt invigorated and eager for the day. 

Giggling, the girls carrying their Mistress’s sandals and dress, she led them hand-in-hand to the bath where she watched Penny pick up the jar of soap and stare at it.  Intuiting what Penny was thinking, she asked:  “It tastes awful, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina,” she agreed unhappily, reaching her fingers resignedly towards the jar.

“Here,” Channah interrupted her, “Let’s do this right.  Chastity—” she handed her the jar while reaching into the water to remove Penny’s chastity cage, enjoying the way her wife gasped and her eyes widened.  Then she took Penny’s hair in her hand and yanked her head back and down so Penny collapsed on her knees leaning backward in the water, feeling Channah’s legs pressing into her side.  Smiling sexily, Channah scooped up the soap and and barked:  “Open wide, bitch,” giggling and looking turned on when Penny immediately obeyed, even knowing what was coming.  Humming, she smeared the powerful soap around the inside of Penny’s mouth, scrubbing and semi-choking her.  Their eyes were locked on one another’s the whole time, intimate enough to make Chastity feel a pang of jealousy, and Channah began breathing heavier as she watched her prodding fingers force tears to form around the edges of Penny’s eyes.

When she was finished, she held Penny there, half-choking on soap, reaching under the water to confirm with a wider smile that Penny was fully hard.  “You’re coming along well as a wife.  But I’m afraid there’s not enough soap in the world for a girl as dirty as you,” she whispered, giggling as she pushed Penny’s head forward and down, half-drowning the girl as she finally let her rinse her mouth out.  When Penny finally seemed to have gotten as much of the soap out as she could, Channah kept hold of her hair and dragged her backward to the edge of the spring beside a flat rock where she had directed the girls to set her things.  Penny was again held near surface level gazing up at the beautiful blue sky and the even-more-beautiful demoness towering over her.  Fishing out a Persian hard candy, Channah put it in her own mouth, then leaned forward and down to kiss her girl, pushing the sweet and pleasant mint confection into her mouth as they made out.

Without interrupting what she was doing, she stretched her empty hand out towards Chastity and snapped her fingers impatiently.  Figuring it out, Chastity came closer to them with the jar of soap, at once glad and uncomfortable with the strange feeling of still being outside their bubble no matter how physically proximate they were. 

Channah pulled her lips off Penny long enough to murmur:  “You know how to float?”  And when Penny nodded, she commanded:  “On your back, then, bitch!”  getting more soap and laughing as she began working on Penny’s little nub when it came into view at the surface of the water, pleased with how hard it was.  Sniggering, she released her victim suddenly, making her flail to keep her head above water, and teased her:  “I’d tell you to take care of that but you might misinterpret it as permission.”  Suddenly adopting an innocent expression, she asked:  “Do you want me to hit it until it gets soft?  Or can you think good, pure, decent thoughts while you bathe the rest of your body so you’re ready for your cage before we get out?”

“I’ll try—I’ll think decent thoughts, Domina,” Penny promised hoarsely.

“Good girl.  See you do so.  And if I were you, I’d look out over the valley.  The way you’re looking at me now, your little stubby won’t be getting any better-behaved.  If you won’t fit back in your cage when I’m ready to lock you up, I’ll make it wilt.”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed, embarrassed at her sharp laugh and the even sharper one when Penny turned away sharply to look out over the valley and clean herself, trying to tune that out and the noises of Channah flirting with and washing Chastity.

Eventually, when her companions quieted down, the warm spring water and the paradise around them were too peaceful and powerful to ignore and she floated silently in the water, marveling to be there.

“The birds… don’t come into the house,” Penny observed, when there was silence behind her, watching an eagle soar above the valley in front of them. 

“No, they don’t,” Channah agreed happily.  “Not birds, not insects, not rodents.  Only humans and demons—beings with souls—come into the house.”

“Do demons have souls?”  Penny asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at Channah, and then reddened at Channah’s surprised expression.  “I’m sorry Domina, I wasn’t thinking—”

Looking both amused and slightly challenged, she answered:  “I… think so.  Don’t we?”  And then, embarrassed in her own turn when she saw their surprised expressions, asked pointedly:  “How confident are you about humans?

The girls laughed before realizing she was serious as well as challenging them in turn.  Looking at one another, Penny answered slowly:  “I… think so, too.” 

Meanwhile, Chastity opined:  “Most of us for sure.  I can’t speak to all of us.”  Then Chastity looked at Penny in shock.  “You think so?!  You aren’t sure?!

Now it was Penny’s turn to look embarrassed.  “Probably,” she allowed, turning her gaze back upon the eagle.  “I think… I feel… I see, I experience… I must have a soul, mustn’t I?”

“If that huge heavy burden you carry around everywhere with you isn’t a soul,” Channah suggested, “You might want to figure out what it is.  Or even better, simply let go of it.”  And then, with an evil laugh:  “And maybe let it go even if it is.”

“NO!”  Penny protested, shocked, whirling around and then seeing her lazily gazing back, amused.

Rolling her eyes, she said:  “Are you ready to get back in your cage now, St. Augustine?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny admitted meekly, moving back towards her Mistress in response to her lazily beckoning fingers. 

Only after they were both locked back up did she lead them out of the bath and tease them by making them dry her off and dress her, sighing with pleasure as she felt their need for her returning and could tell they were feeling the tightness of her bejeweled grip below. 

Just as they turned toward the house, Channah paused with a surprised expression.  “Hang on… I think we have guests!”

Striding to the door barring the entrance to the honeycomb, she pointed to the ground behind her and snapped her fingers, not bothering to wait for them to kneel before she approached the door and opened it, revealing Miriam and Rivqah, dressed to the nines in tight sheer white linen kalasiris that only emphasized, rather than concealed, their voluptuous forms; high-heeled gold mules; and exquisite gold jewelry that was as striking as a whole, as the individual pieces were subtle individually.  They encircled or were draped over or dangled from every part of their bodies, from the tiaras on the crowns of their heads, to the rings around their toes.  They were both hanging on the arms of a huge mountain of a man, fully a foot taller than most men, with broad shoulders, heavy musculature covered with softer subcutaneous fat, and a wide fat belly.  But who was most notable for the charismatic force of personality that radiated out from him like a shockwave.  Complementing the two succubae, he was wearing only a tight sheer white linen shendyt, gold sandals, and his own complement of gold jewelry.  All three of them wore clothing the girls associated so narrowly with ancient Egypt that it seemed incongruous on a man whose features and skin were so obviously East Asian, and his air of danger and reckless self-assurance so clearly those of some barbarian kha-khan. 

To the girls’ shock, Channah positively squealed with delight, rushing forward and crying out joyfully:  “Húanglóng my love!” before embracing the man, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him and allowing him to whirl in a circle while she clung to him as if she were a cotton doll. 

“My beloved Channah!” he roared back, before kissing her on the lips, while Miriam and Rivqah watched and applauded, sparing only brief smirks of withering contempt for the two red-faced humiliated girls kneeling nude and caged on the ground behind their Queen.  Clearly not all of her husbands were broken and chastised.  Certainly not her first and primary husband, a demon as powerful and distinguished as Húanglóng, King of the Dragons.

When they were finally done, Húanglóng set Channah back on her feet and she asked excitedly:  “However did Miriam and Rivqah pry you away from your Palace of Indolence?  It’s been…”

“Years,” he shrugged casually.  “Possibly decades.  I’m not sure.  But in truth, I see little reason to stir from my own paradise.  No reason, in fact—besides you, of course, my dear.  I’ve hardly even noticed much difference being banished to hell.  Human vice and weakness still bring legions of the vermin to us seeking dragons, gold, and glory….  and we dragons like the dry heat.  And since we, literally, breathe brimstone, we don’t even notice the smell.  Lilith and Cain, it’s been… centuries since I’ve smelled the air of Earth,” he marveled, looking at the beauty around him and drawing in deep breaths of fresh air.  “Maybe I ought to be a little less of a homebody… but finding the right body for a man such as me?  One even fractionally worthy of my presence?  Fortunately, your extraordinary and devoted handmaids found me this body, which even has a…” he shrugged, “somewhat adequate approximation of a cock, to wear to the mortal world.  A rare find indeed!  Miriam and Rivqah, my dears, you have outdone yourselves,” he beamed at them.

“Honestly, happening upon the fellow in Central Asia is what persuaded us to crash your honeymoon!”  Miriam admitted.

“It seemed almost like a sign,” Rivqah interjected.  “Especially knowing how much progress you want to make with your girls!  It occurred to us you could use your husband’s… unique powers.”

Channah considered for a moment and conceded:  “You have a point.  I have every confidence in my little ceshi.  But I’m sure my poor dears don’t stand a chance against the mighty mighty Húanglóng—either in competing for my attention, or resisting him.”  Penny and Chas exchanged a nervous, worried look, but didn’t dare interrupt.

“And I admit, when they told me you had locked yourself away for a week with only a pair of eunuchs for company, well, I… I don’t know,” Húanglóng admitted, looking embarrassed.  “I did feel rather like I’d let the side down with you.  I mean… next you’ll be joining a nunnery!”  The demons collapsed in laughter at the idea, but Channah looked worried and anxious enough, the girls could immediately sense how little she liked the image her honeymoon apparently being painted of her by the wags of hell.  “I had to come and jolly you out of your funk before the other demons started gossiping that your rebellion had already failed!”

“Nonsense!” Channah stamped her foot with outrage at the idea, trying not to show how shaken she was by the suggestion, with thoughtfulness outliving the outrage and lingering behind.  “But you’re right, it is too dangerous to risk making them even start to believe a pair of lowly jawari matter a whit to me.  Let alone speculating why.”

“Of course, it’s nonsense!” Húanglóng agreed, waving his hands dismissively, “but locked up in hell, in their own miserable little realms—nothing like my beautiful pleasure palace—all the rest of them can do is gossip jealously!”

“Well, it’s ridiculous.  I’ve been returning to exploring of my own, remembering my masculine side for the first time in… years, certainly,” she conceded, before acknowledging again:  “But anything that attracts notice to my affairs… especially my wives… is unwanted.”  Frowning, she continued:  “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

“Certainly, my dear!”  And they had another long, languorous kiss before separating, Húanglóng almost stepping back onto Chastity by accident.  Looking down, he frowned.  “Are these your little cucks?  I’ll look forward to seeing what you’ve trained them to do!”

“Oh, it’s early days yet,” Channah admitted, looking slightly embarrassed for some reason.  “That was one of the reasons I planned the honeymoon, to catch them up on their training before I put them to work!  Without imagining I might be with you!  Rivqah and Miriam, my sisters, what a perfect gift this is for me.”  Then, her voice becoming harsh, she barked over her shoulder:  “Girls, fall on your bellies and suck the toes of your Master and Brother-Husband.”  They looked up at her with shock, and then immediately fear to see the intense insistence in her voice and eyes, before blushing, forcing themselves to the ground, and pushing their tongues under his toes to lift them enough to suck.  Above them, they could hear Miriam and Rivqah sniggering and clapping with delight as Channah hissed:  “That’s the way.  You know he’s your better in every way that would matter to a male, don’t you?”

“A little slow for my taste,” Húanglóng opined judgmentally at the girls.  “I can see why you don’t think they’re ready yet.  But I expect we can help you discipline and train them better while we’re here, if you don’t want to keep all the fun to yourself.”

“So…” Channah smiled mischievously.  “Did you have a plan for your visit?  Or are we simply winging it?”

“Planned?!  Oh, have we ever!”  Miriam burst.  “But you have no need to worry about it.   Why don’t the two of you celebrate your reunion and let us take care of everything else?”

“Awww….” Channah gazed at them fondly.  “You two are my heart,” she exclaimed, hugging them both tightly before stripping off her robe and kicking off her shoes, an action Húanglóng immediately copied.  “Do you remember where the bedroom is?” she asked her husband.

“It doesn’t matter… I want to follow and watch your sinuous and spellbinding walk, my goddess,” Húanglóng confessed.  “Please, lead my way so I can follow!”  And giggling, she sprinted for the house, with Húanglóng eagerly—and her wives’ eyes despairingly—following her wide buttocks and long legs propelling her towards their marital bed.

The girls’ view was interrupted before the happy couple disappeared around the corner of the garden path by Rivqah’s high-heeled sandals, as she stepped forward and then bent down, smirking into their eyes as they sheepishly looked up to meet hers.  “You two must really feel like emasculated sissies now, mustn’t you?” 

And when they didn’t speak, her brows knitted together and her face darkened until the two girls nodded frantically.  “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, Domina, what?!

“Yes—yes, we feel like emasculated sissies, Domina.”

“Too slow again, but better!  How much she must be coddling you!  I’m so relieved we intervened before you two completely unlearned all your manners and skills.  Why do you suppose you feel that way?” She then asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly while they exchanged a worried look, uncertain of their lines, before Penny figured it out and whispered, turning scarlet:

“Because we are emasculated sissies, Domina.”

“Quite!” she announced triumphantly.  “Pathetic!  Now gather up your Masters’ clothing and follow us to the house!”

The girls had been aware there were other figures in the honeycomb behind the three demons, but had neither the time nor the permission to pay them much attention before.  Now they—seven people, loaded with boxes and crates and equipment—emerged to follow Miriam and Rivqah without so much as a glance behind them, all their senses focused on not tripping in their haste to keep up with Rivqah and Miriam.  Four of them were male, three of them female.  Three of them were very pale—too pale to be human—and four of them were of human pallor and appearance, although the girls had learned not to make too many assumptions about what they might expect or find.  Two of those with a human appearance—Penny was sure—looked familiar. 

The girls scrambled to their feet to obey Rivqah’s command.

In fact, when they set down their burdens, the girls could confirm two of the recruits brought here by Channah’s Ladies’ Maids were known to them.  The first was none other than their qahramanah, Esmeray, who appeared to be about as discombobulated and anxious about being here instead of training her other jawari as the girls were to have her.  The other was, even more surprisingly, Big George, the carpenter of Fensmere. If anything, George was even more surprised to see them than they were to see him.  “You—you’re beautiful women now!” he managed, staring waay to long and not quite as delighted as Roger, Cutter, and Martin had been.  “What’s going on?”

“Channah has helped them realize their innermost desires, and become the things they have always yearned to be,” Miriam explained.

“Hallelujah!”  George proclaimed, immediately and automatically followed by Penny’s and Chas’s responses.

Taken aback, Esmeray asked:  “What was that?!” 

They looked embarrassed, but George answered:  “I don’t know, it just seemed to fit.  It sounded like she was praying or—”

“Like a benediction,” Penny offered, when George couldn’t find the right word.

“Yeah, like that.” 

The couple they did not recognize had swarthy skin and dark hair, perhaps Turkish like Esmeray, or Persian, or Arab.  The woman, distinguished from her colleagues by the fact she was not staggering under her burdens, carried only a long narrow bag in one hand and an elaborately inlaid lacquered case in the other.  She carried both of them protectively, it being obvious they were prized possessions she would not have wanted anyone else to carry for her, and seemed interested in everything around her as if she were having the experience of a lifetime.  The last was an intense, slim but well-muscled young man, who somehow managed to look amused, bemused, eager, and resentful as hell, all at the same time.  Both of them were dressed much as Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam had been, the young man’s sheer loincloth leaving no doubt as to why he had been invited to this particular party, or that he would be a popular guest.

The other three were gwailou, pale demons:  a beautiful woman, a beautiful young man, and a fussy old man, all of them, as the girls would learn, Japanese; and all of them appearing…. ‘Pale’ wasn’t really the right word.  But it fit insofar as it made sense to everyone who set eyes on one, and there was certainly no better way the girls could think to describe them.  ‘Washed-out’ would have been too harsh.  ‘Insubstantial’ would have been inaccurate.  And ‘white’ would have been outright misleading.  Yet there was something about them that gave them the hint of death or absence, and not being quite full-dimensioned creatures of the mortal world.  All of them seemed resentful of the pitiful girls they had first found kneeling caged, nearly-naked, and largely ignored on the ground; a mystery that was slowly solved as it emerged they had been brought here to do the tedious domestic chores Channah had planned for her girls, so the girls could be impressed to serve Miriam’s and Rivqah’s wicked, and presumably less boring, purposes instead.

The woman, who they would learn was actually a succubus named Tiferet, followed the happy couple up the stairs, still carrying her bag and case.

Miriam instructed the humans and gwailou while Rivqah disappeared into the supply room.  After they had put the kitchen supplies in the kitchen, and the other supplies in the storeroom, Miriam commanded:  “Asuka, clean the house!  And stay away from the succubae.  None of us want to be bothered with servants today.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the old man bowed, something unpleasant and resistant shimmering across his face but almost immediately suppressed, before he half-slunk out of sight, half-winked out of their awareness.

“Sakura, tend to the garden and also stay away from the guests—make it perfect!” 

“Yes, Mistress,” the beautiful young man bowed, his jaw set, disappearing with much the same strange combination of normal movement and magic as Asuka.

“Esmeray, the girls are already in their leathers but we want them leashed, with their wrists bound in front of them and their legs hobbled, before you bring them up.  But first, you girls, help and obey Haruka prepare drinks and food for us.  Unquestioningly and immediately.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the beautiful pale woman and her crew of helpers curtsied before their Domina, having nowhere to go from the kitchen they were already standing in.

“When Haruka has given you everything to bring up to us and tells you you’re done in the kitchen, Esmeray, lead your jawari up to us and kneel with them, watching and learning in respectful silence until and unless you’re called on.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina!”  The three of them responded.

“Excellent!” 

“And, needless to say, Haruka, nobody wants to see you, either,” Rivqah added as she breezed back into the kitchen, carrying the two lacquered boxes from among Fang’s wedding presents to Channah and smirking significantly at the girls.  George, sounding confused, asked:  “What would you like me to do, Mistresses?”

The two succubae exchanged an excited glance and broke out laughing as they took his huge hands in theirs.  “You’re coming with Jacob and us to join the adults!  We’ve heard some rumors about you that we’re most eager to confirm!”  And they began leading him up the stairs, followed by the other young man, it taking a minute for George to work out what they were talking about and start grinning.  Behind them, Esmeray looked relieved to have been left behind; while Penny and Chastity looked crushed.

Until Haruka, already crabby with the two girls for what was—from her point of view—their privileged status, walked between them, grabbing and holding their ears in unecessarily tight pinches that made them whine, and led them to the stove.

Literature Section “07-34 An Intervention to Rescue Channah from Accepting Sexual Mediocrity”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 34 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—3764 words—Accompanying Images:  2168-2175—Published 2025-08-25—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, stupid choices, evil, harm, danger, death, mythical creatures, idiots, and criminals. Don’t try, believe, or imitate them or any of it.

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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 tested Penny by pushing her limits for pain and, satisfied and elated to feel vindicated, has just topped the hell out of her.  NOW:

Even as Channah’s ecstasy slowly ebbed, her laughter and her emotional high were such she kept shaking and shuddering.  She giddily turned her head perpendicular to Penny’s and covering her mouth with her own again, laughing into Penny’s mouth even as Penny was crying into hers, their seal so perfect the only air that escaped from either female’s mouth made a raspberry sound that just made Channah laugh harder.

“Oh, Penny…” she managed when she finally disengaged, tickled immediately by the pitiful noise somewhere between actual sobbing, gasping for breath, and simple pouting coming out of Penny’s listless mouth; and the way she had her eyes closed and her neck relaxed, her head lolling backward.  Combined with the helplessness of her bound arms and legs, abandoning any effort to control the only parts of her body she could control, represented a total and unconditional surrender that turned Channah on so much she had a secondary spasm right then, closer to an instinctual movement than a deliberate one.  “OH!  Penny honey I own your pretty little body and your hungry little soul, don’t I?”

“Body and soul, Domina,” Penny mourned, completely passive and exhausted.  “You’ve taken everything…” she whimpered, feeling spent and consumed and used hard.

“I’m sorry, but not quite, sugarbear,” she kind-of-commiserated with the girl.

“There’s nothing left, I swear it, Domina.  You have conquered me completely.”

Fuck are you trying to get me started again?!  You’re a shameless and limitless hussy, aren’t you?”  Lying back on the black pillow, stretching her arms and groaning with satisfaction, she then propped herself up on her elbows and began rubbing her feet over Penny’s soaked-wet belly.  “You forgot about clean-up,” she reminded Penny in a singsong voice.  “You first!”  She shoved her toes into Penny’s passive mouth.  “No, no, lazybones—you start licking and sucking or I’ll—” she crammed that foot down Penny’s throat as hard as she could while she used the toes of her other foot to seize and brutally pinch Penny, eliciting an immediate and satisfying shriek, and an energetic and submissive working of her lips and tongue all over Channah’s feet.  “Ohhhhh…. such a diligent little sugar bear!  I’ll bet you just love your treat, don’t you?”

“Yes, Domina,” she repeated, obediently and brokenly.  “I do love my treat.”

“Which part do you like, sweetie?”

“I like both parts, Domina.  Very much.  Thank you for feeding me.”  Her shame and tears were intoxicating and mesmerizing to Channah.

Gooood gurl!” she complimented Penny, her voice vibrating with her strong emotion.  “That’s the way, sweetie.  You just keep licking up that nasty mixture and when you’re done, I have a special reward for you!” she giggled.

“Yes, Domina,” Penny sounded utterly demoralized.

“And because you like it so much, I’m going to make a special effort to serve you your favorite loser cocktail whenever I allow you your release.  What do you say to that, puddin’?”

“Thank you for serving me my favorite loser cocktail, Domina.”

“I’m not convinced, you sound a bit lackluster and insincere.  Are you lying to me?”

“No, Domina!” Penny cried out, activated by her fear response, the intensity of her response making her sound extra pathetic.  “I’m so grateful Domina, for introducing me to loser juice—I mean, loser cocktail—”

“Actually, I think ‘loser juice’ is even better, because it makes it clear how immature you are!  Try again, and really put your heart into it!”

“Yes, Domina.  I’m so so so so grateful for your training me on loser juice and letting me drink it more often!”

“What do you want me to do when you’re given a treat in the future, sweetie?”

“I—I—” and then she figured it out.  “I want you to feed me my loser juice, Domina.  Please!”

“Well… if you want to.  Most people—men—would never do that.  But you’re obviously not a man, are you?”

“No, Domina, I’m not a man.”

“Are you a little boy?”

“No, Domina, I’m not a little boy.”

“Then what kind of loser-juice drinker are you?” she asked, pretending to be confused.

“A little girl.  A little sissy-gurl!” she amended, realizing it would be what Channah expected before she even had to correct her.

“Ohhh… she remembers!  You’re such a vacuous little sissy-gurl, too!  And don’t forget, you’re a chastised little bimbo.  You’re pledged to remaining pure and locked up in chastity for me forever, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“So that you can always remain my sweet, pure little virgin slut slave, too?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“And what do you like most?”

“I—I love you, Domina…” she answered pitifully.

“No, dummy!  What part of my body turns you on the very most?  What part of me do you crave and need that you’re going to beg for in the future?”

“Your feet, Domina—” she began, her confidence faltering as she saw her Domina shake her head in disappointment, her lips pressing together in a tight line.  “I’m sorry!” she bawled, tearing up again.  “I’m sorry, Domina, for being so stupid!  Please tell me what I like the most?”

“No, sissy, even you aren’t that stupid.  Think about it, ninny.  What part of my body do you respond to, helplessly, getting so excited you can’t even contain yourself, even though you’re afraid of—”

And she saw the understanding—and the horror—of it flood into her girl’s face as she practically crumpled in on herself.  She yowled, devastated most of all to find she couldn’t deny it because the answer was demonstrably, physically clear.

Finally!” Channah rolled her eyes in frustration.  “Finally, my little moron figures out what has been obvious to everyone else from the first.”

“Okay, so put it all together for me, you pathetic pansy-weed.  And don’t forget any part of it, or so help me, I’ll make you regret it!”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny answered miserably, taking a breath and concentrating hard to get it right because she couldn’t take any more punishment just now.  “I’m—I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl… uh… slut-slave, Domina!”

“Lillith and Cane, after all that work, I’ll expect you to remember that!  I don’t want to have to remind you of it—not any little part of it—again.  And I am going to test you, at the most-unexpected, most-embarrassing possible times—” she loved to see the flinch in her girl’s eyes— “so if I were you, I’d practice it.  A lot.  Especially at first.  Like, every time you get an extra minute, almost like a mantra or a Hail Mary, all right, slut?”

“Yes, Domina, she howled hopelessly.

 “I’ll expect to see you practicing it without having to remind you, do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, Domina, I’ll—”

“Then begin!” she snapped her fingers impatiently.  “Right now!  Show me!

“Yes, Domina, you won’t have to punish me, I promise!  I’m—I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!”

“Again!”

“I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!  I’m your stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!” And then as she broke down crying she repeated:  “I’m your stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!”

“Fine, that’s enough, I don’t want to be reminded what a pitiful loser you are—I want you to remember.  When any of your superiors—succubae or other operatives—ask you who or what you are, I expect you to remember that, and to answer any questions they may naturally have about what such kind of a person such a fucked-up double-damaged little jariya is.  Got it?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good girl.  I know you’ve been doing your best and being sincere?”

“Of course, Domina!  I want to—”

“Then I suppose you’ve earned your reward.” And she shifted her hips suggestively, drawing Penny’s eyes to it.  Penny swallowed.  “Well?” she demanded sharply.

“Yes, Domina, I understand,” she said sadly.  And then, noticing Channah’s face, she added:  “Thank you, Domina.”

“Mmm… that was a little weak.  If you don’t want your dessert, just tell me, and we’ll use the extra time for a little extra discipline.  What do you think, 1 or 2 more paddle strikes?”

“No Domina, no, please Domina!”  Penny begged, genuinely afraid.  “Please not that, Domina!  I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear!  Thank you so much for giving me dessert time, Domina!”

“Are you sure you want the dessert we’ve prepared?”

“Of course, Domina!”  Penny agreed emphatically.  “Yes, please, of course, please let me have my dessert, Domina!  Please, I want it very much!”

She shrugged.  “Well, if that’s really what you want, cuck.  Convince me you’re eager for it if you want to have dessert next time.”  And stepping forward so her feet were beside Penny’s buttocks on the stone surface, and her shins were pressed against the backs of Penny’s thighs, and her thighs were pressed against Penny’s calves, she tested Penny’s open and willing mouth, shutting her up and cutting off her long string of complimentary pathetic loser-boy blither.  “That’s much better,” Channah opined.  “Cucks choking instead of talking!  Go on, cow, enjoy your dessert.  Demean yourself for me, girl!  Really humble yourself and show me you’re sincere!  Awww… what a sweet precious girl.  That’s a good girl.”

When she was finally satisfied, she turned around and slid down Penny’s breasts and belly to sit on the stone bench, right between Penny’s legs, forcing them out to the widest angle she could.  Resting her butt cheeks on Penny’s chastity and her lower back on Penny’s belly and her upper back on Penny’s breasts, she let her head rest on Penny’s shoulder and hooked her hands between Penny’s arms, sighing and relaxing.  “Now that was so nice, Penny.  Wasn’t it, baby?  But turn your head away from me before answering.”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed, sounding like her mouth was full of soap.

Literature Section “07-29[X] Penny Learns Her Lesson”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 29 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1642 words::Explicit 1821 words—Accompanying Images:  2135, 2136A-C, 2137, 2138A-B—Published 2025-07-29—©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.

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

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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. 

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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-EDo 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.

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07-10 Training Her Service Pets

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited.  NOW:

“Of course we need you!”  “We need you so badly!”  The girls rushed to reassure her.  “We love you!”  “You’re our Domina!”  Their praises and entreaties spilled out of them, tumbling over one another even as they fell all over themselves to apologize and make promises.

She interrupted them with a raised hand, shaking her head slowly.  “There are words, and there are actions.  And your girls’ actions have been crystal clear.  Your sweet reassuring words aren’t going to be able to do anything to change them.  That will require actions—proof—by good behavior.  Get on your backs, legs facing me.  Go on!”  And as they scrambled to obey, she explained:  “Obviously, I will have to wash you girls and supervise you both carefully until you’re back in your cages.  And even more obviously, now that you’re of age and feminized, you girls are going to need to remain caged because you can no longer be trusted.”  She shrugged.  “Which is fine, normally, but I admit, I did have a little fantasy of having easy access to you girls all week long…”  she clucked regretfully.

“Domina, no, we’re sorry!  We—” they attempted, but she cut them off with a disgusted sound and a raised hand, silencing them. 

“Did you not hear me?  Don’t tell me you’re sorry.  If you’re really sorry, if you mean it, then show it with your actions this week.  Focus on me and my needs and how you feel about me, not what you want to feel on your little girl parts!  Now be quiet and still while I deal with you.”

Starting with Chastity, she washed the girls’ privates carefully, pleased to find them tender and vulnerable after so much use.  Then, she looked each girl straight in the eye, a hard and warning look, as she locked them each up.  When she had finished with both girls, she grabbed their exposed, vulnerable purses and squeezed them enough to make them hold their breath in dread.  Giving a shudder of pleasure at their reaction, she began lecturing them.

“You girls were very bad.  I don’t want to hear either of you whining or asking about your ‘needs,’ do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“So far, this honeymoon has been all about you two and your so-called ‘needs,’ quite obviously; without any self-control or caring for mine.  That will change.  I want you to think about me.  Me, me, ME.  All the time.  Not about you.  If I hear either one of you being selfish and greedy about this, at any time on our honeymoon, in any way whatsoever, I will punish you very severely.  I will make you regret it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” they both promised, heads bobbing, looking scared.

“If you ask about taking them off, if you even hint to me that you’re desperate or struggling or were hoping I might want to remember to show you a special kind of affection, it’ll be doomsday before I take them off.  Doomsday!  Because you’re obviously too selfish to ever make a good wife for me.  So I’ll ask you one last time, to give you every chance in the world to get it right:  Do.  You.  Understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” they chorused, nodding fervently.

“‘Chastity’—I can hardly even speak your name out loud without laughing right now—” and, actually, she did snort, unable to prevent herself from doing so.  And she looked at her, deep and straight in the eye:  “Do—you—understand?”

Chas looked embarrassed at how badly she had failed the name her Domina had given her.  “Yes, Domina.  I understand, Domina.  I’ll focus only on you, Domina.  I swear it!”

“Good.  And Penance—your name was better-chosen, at least.  I should have given it to both of you, if I wanted to describe what your nature tends towards and needs.  Do YOU understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded furiously, clearly miserable that she had disappointed her Domina.  “I will devote myself to you and try to think only about your feelings and needs.”

“Very good.  As you ought.  Be encouraging girls.  Let me know how hot you are for me and how much you want to please me.  Really demonstrate your devotion and love with your actions, your expressions, your tones of voice, and yes, even your words.  Let me know how much you’re loving every second of our honeymoon, even though it’s not about you anymore.  Is it clear what I expect, girls?”

“Yes, Mistress Domina,” they answered, utterly obsequious, which gave her a pleasant little thrill.

“Now, I’ve washed both of you once already, from head to toe, and to what end?  Only to have you get yourselves all messy again.  I want each of you to wash the rest of your bodies all over again—over there—” (she pointed to a particularly shallow part of the bathing pool) “and have a little think about your mindsets, while I relax here.  And as soon as you’re done, come to me with your thoughts, actions, and attitudes focused entirely on service.  Serving me.  Got it?”

“Yes, Domina!” they each assured her.  “We get it!”

Queen Channah decided it was still too early and cool to sunbathe on her rock, and so she swam instead, enjoying her holiday, the feeling of the water swishing over her skin, and the peace of having nothing to think about or do.  When her abashed girls approached her, heads down, she taught them how she liked to be bathed:  how to wash her hair so it was clean and untangled without pulling it too much, how to wash her face and neck and every other part of her body.  She let each of them wash all of her body, so they could learn; and she made it clear she expected them to remember everything she’d taught them.

She made it difficult for them when they were washing her breasts and her pussy and ass—of course—embarrassing them and throwing them off-balance even more than when they worked on the rest of her body.  Then, around midday, deciding the sun was high enough and she was invigorated enough, to enjoy lying on the rock, she lay down in the middle of it and taught her girls exactly how she liked to be massaged when she wanted to relax and unwind.  She emphasized this wasn’t sexual for her, and they needed to be fully attentive to easing her muscles and her soul; and all three of them pretended like they didn’t notice when the girls began to get excited by her body and their proximity to it.  The girls pretended like nothing was happening because they were mindful that they were to be focused on her, and she didn’t want to hear about their little willies.  She ignored the girls precisely because they obeyed her, and she wanted to relax.

Literature Section “07-10 Training Her Service Pets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 10 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1149 words—Accompanying Images:  2022-2024, 2029-2031—Published 2025-07-10—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance while Kadidia is holding Chastity from behind working her over.  NOW:

“I asked you a question, Pleaser!  How about Chas?” she grinned evilly, her eyes boring into Penny’s, as inescapable as sunlight in a desert

“Domina?”

“Don’t play dumb, Penny.  You make a very!  Bad!  Bimbo!”  She emphasized with three outsized thrusts.  “The worst part about this position is I can’t correct you the way I want to!”  She complained, but then swatted where she could reach, a tight mean grin on her face as Penny tried to dodge her.  “Now, do you want to finish your business or do you want me to leave you hanging out there while Chas and I go spend our first day of honeymoon by ourselves?”

“Please don’t stop, Domina!”

“Try again.”

“I want to finish my business, Domina!  Please, please let me—make me—Domina!”  Penny whined.

“Then you better be honest!”  The cruel smile widening, her eyes drilled into Penny’s as she demanded:  “Do.  You.  Think.  Chastity.  Will.  Have.  To.  Be. Trained. To. Like. Boys?”

“No, Domina,” Penny sobbed, admitting what she knew.  “Chastity likes boys and girls.”

“How much?”

“Chastity—likes boys a lot.”

“Any in particular?” She smirked, driving the nail home.

“Please, no,” Chastity begged, and Penny, wrestling with it, conflicted between loyalty to Chas, and simultaneous fear and the desire to please Channah, gaped like a fish without any sound coming from her mouth, her eyes trapped by the gravity of Channah’s even as she pulled her head back and turned it down as if she were trying to look away.

Channah began punishing Penny again, eliciting a useless whine from Penny.

Channah shrugged, her lips wrenching back in a savage smile-that-was-no-smile that particularly terrified Penny.  Deciding if she was going to quail like a baby bitch, she should act like one, Channah compressed her again, making Penny leak.  But it was enough, enough to embarrass Penny, demonstrate Channah’s power, and illustrate her point:  “You’re not as brave as you like to pretend, Penny darling.  I hope you’re comfortable at least.  Do you think Chas will even feel guilty while the two of us are hugging and kissing and cuddling one another in my safe warm bed, and you’re still hanging out here like a rotting netful of old medlars?” she asked, beginning to pull out of Penny.  “Will she even think of—”

TELL HER PENNY!”  Chastity screamed.  “I’M SORRY FOR BEING WEAK!  PLEASE TELL HER!  I LO—

Kadidia clamped her huge hand over Chastity’s mouth and most of her face, silencing her utterly, as the two succubae laughed.

“One last Chance, girlie,” Channah offered.  “Any particular girls Chastity’s got the hots for?  Maybe, had a crush on since… oh I don’t know… you first met?”

After sputtering for half a second, Penny broke down in the face of overwhelming force and an even greater obviousness that everyone already knew what she was going to say anyway, whether they were eager to hear it or loath to say it, sobbing:  “Yes, Domina.”

“Oh, my, this is sooooo juicy!  Tell us, Penny—do you know who Chas’s secret crush is?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny croaked.

“Well?  Who is it?”

“It’s me, Domina.  It’s me,” Penny wept.

“Does she LOOOVEEE you, Penny?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Then come on and say it!  You know better than that!” And she encouraged her again.

“Yes, Domina!  Chastity has a crush on me—Loves me!”  Penny clarified.  He sobbed:  “Chastity loves me.”

“You know that?  For certain?”  Channah asked coyly, returning to using her hand for showing Penny how much she loved her.

“Yes Domina,” she admitted, scarlet for herself and hurting for Chastity’s humiliation, but also desperately, pathetically grateful in her need to please Channah, feeling both worse and better at the same time by her confusing mix of feelings.

“You’ve known that for a loooong time, ever since you two were still boys together, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Domina.  I’ve known.  I knew it before I even realized what it meant.”

“All those times before your priest gave that speech that sounded like it was God talking through the priest directly to you boys and Penny almost died inside… just like she’s feeling now…”. Channah hammered another nail, more like a spike, right through both girls, relishing how Penny’s eyes filled with horror and confusion over how she knew these things.  The same expression that was on Chas’s face when Kadidia dropped her hand and set it back to what it had been doing, tightening her other hand around Chastity’s wrists just to remind her how helpless and easily-handled she was. 

Channah wrapped her sweaty left arm around Chas’s neck at the same time and gave her a wet, messy, sloppy deep tongue kiss, then used her arm to pull the humiliated girl closer to Penny, stretching her between Channah’s arm hooked around her neck and Kadidia’s unyielding hand yanking back on her wrists, as Channah pulled her physically into the dance even more intimately, and whispered to both of them: 

“I know fucking EVERYTHING there is to know about you boys.”  She snorted, as if it were obvious.  “About all boys.  When are you going to get it?  We were made to get inside you… so to speak!” she snickered, physically emphasizing the point.  “Body and soul!  We’re dream-walkers and mind-readers from hell, my innocent little girls!  I am the Queen of Lust!  I personally harvest a dozen souls every day before I even wake up!  Whatever you hope most desperately I don’t know yet—oh!  There, I know it!  That was easy!  You two are pathetic!” she and all the Succubae were howling with laughter by this point.  “Sugar bears, you’re darling little sweeties and I adore you both more than I can say, but nature has made us unequal.  You were made to serve me in all ways, and I was made to top you and all the other little boys in the world!”

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah and Penny are locked in an intense and passionate dance, Channah desperate for an intimacy she never imagined existed and Penny whipsawed by her deep responses to her alternating affection and abuse, all of it magnified by the larger powers unleashed by the darkest rituals of the succubae in this unholiest of places.  NOW:

Channah drove Penny like a charioteer driving her mare into a frantic lather at the colosseum, heedless of—no, reveling in—the damage and chaos she caused as chariots crashed and competing animals and drivers were destroyed all around her, a price she was willing to pay for her victory, and indeed enjoyed as a benefit of it.

Faster and faster, her hips powered her tattoo against Penny’s soft buttocks and thighs, sending the girl bouncing everywhere her position, hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles like a human swing over the fiery pit, allowed her to rock.  Channah gripped the railing above her, making hers a full-body workout, barely aware someone else was substituting in for Kadidia behind her,. 

One of the greatest benefits of the twister, Channah thought, not for the first time, was how it worked on both a succubus and her boy under the nearly-second-nature instinct of the succubus.  It was powered largely by her subconscious, becoming just another muscle flexing automatically, in conjunction with all her other muscles, to effectuate her desires.  It also allowed her to focus even more-selfishly upon her own pleasure and satisfaction, while it coiled and shifted and mustered itself to put just the right pressures, in just the right places, at just the right pace, to tease and torment her girls the way Channah liked to do, without Channah having to think too much about aiming or aligning herself with any particular part of a partner’s body. The twister did that for her.  Channah’s grunting became more and more primal as she warmed up again, so hot and high she almost imagined she could turn off the firehose of her seductive magic and still take this mood further by just riding it.  But maybe she was less confident of that than she ought to be.  What she told herself, was that she couldn’t risk letting up because for the sake of the ritual, she needed Penny to have conflicting experiences of pleasure and torment at once, while she experienced perfect bliss.

Channah’s eyes started fluttering as she threw her head back and roared like a lioness, hearing Penny’s strangled cries complementing her.  Oh!  She was so responsive, deeply and instinctively:  a perfect lover and plaything for a selfish bitch of a succubus.

Channah whispered another string of filthy curses, these all of human origin but from half a dozen different languages.  “I’m—soo proud of you, pretty girl!  You’re—almost done, baby!”  she assured her submissive lover.

“Yes, Domina!” she screamed agreement, misunderstanding.

“No—I mean—afterwards, when you’re really drained and at your lowest ebb—if I give you a turn, I’m going to need you to do something for me.  Really give it your all.”

“IF?!”  Penny wailed, uncomprehending.  “IF?!”  She wept.  “I don’t think I even want this!  Not—not this way, ooh, aah!  I don’t think I even should be able to—it’s not right—BUT I DON’T THINK STOPPING IS AN OPTION DOMINA!!!” she half-hollered, half-whined.  “I can’t—I can’t imagine—I can’t even think—oh, god, Domina!  What you do to meeeeee!

“Yes, ‘if’ baby,” she insisted, hardly able to imagine it herself, and determined to make Penny say ‘yes’ because if she said ‘no’… Channah had no idea what she would do.  Stop herself?  Really?  Oh Penny you have to say yes…. But out loud, she managed:  “It isn’t a right for jawari slave-girls, is it?”

“No Domina,” Penny had to agree, shaking her head, almost looking as if it were beyond her ability to imagine but she knew she had to obey.

“No, sweetie, it’s a privilege.  A—gift.  A—a—fucking blessing, bitch!”

“Yes, Domina!  I know, Domina,” Penny whined and wept.

“So, yes, IF you—you want it, baby, and it’s totally up to you, but I’m—I’m going to need you to—show me you mean it when you promise you want to make me happy.  Show me, once and for all, tonight, before you leave this platform.”

Penny looked genuinely surprised, although it was a little difficult to be sure under the submissive, helpless, completely placative and adoring posture she displayed to show respect for her Domina.  Eyes rolling and voice rising plaintively, she wailed in shock:  “You mean there’s more?  What else—what else IS there, Domina?”

“Taking this from another boy, bitch, instead of from a girl with bonus features.  You’ve known it was coming, don’t pretend you didn’t!”

“I—I know, I didn’t understand—I know I agreed Domina!  I won’t go back on my pledge, Domina, I promise!  I’ll give you everything.  I want to give you everything!  I know that now!  I just—I didn’t know what you wanted!”  She sobbed.  “I promise, Master, I’ll do as you command!  I know what you expect from me, Domina!  I’ll be good!  I’ll be good!  I swear I’ll be good, Domina, anything you want, whoever you want, I love you!

“Oh, dumpling,” she purred, “I know you want to be my good girl.  And I want you to be passionate, so sexy baby.  That’s why I’ve arranged an extra-special treat your first time, so maybe even you’ll learn -um, well,  it’s not exactly your first time, I guess, is it?  I mean, the first time you put out for me, darling.”  Keeping her eyes feasting on Penny’s desperate, pathetic, needy form dangling out in space, absolutely nothing but a bit of air between her and the crazed armies of devils below, Channah called over her shoulder:  “Kadidia, is our other little girl ready to come back to us?”

“At your command, Majesty,” the woman answered, smoothly and calmly, her sweet bakhūr presence close by her side. 

“Then try to bring her back, Kadidia.  Penny, you can do your part to help by trying your best to lure her back to this world.  Show as much need and love as you can muster for your sister-wife!  Callher back to us!”

Penny’s eyes shifted just to Channah’s right, where Kadidia had casually propped up Chastity, nude except her cage, her twister, her ring, her collar, and the tight leather harness she had been strapped into, sexy elaborate straps crisscrossing over her body like threads of a spider’s web from her collar to her thighs.  Like a puppeteer storing a puppet, Kadidia had effortlessly set Chastity on her knees, holding her upright by one hand on one of her shoulders.  Chastity’s hands seemed to be tied behind her back, not that she was aware.  At the moment, her body was an empty meat suit, muscles slack, head dropping, an inanimate dead weight of flesh utterly disconnected from her friend, whose soul had been taken and secured somewhere far, far away from her body by the magic of the succubae.

Still reeling from her own experience there, the moment she caught sight of Chas, she screamed in horror and recognition, at the appalling absence of life writ large across her friend, something she knew she had done (had been?) only a few minutes before.  Her shock at the sight was compounded because she had had no perception of anything in this world when she was in the same state; and therefore, her conscious mind had not been presented before with the icewater spectacle of her friend’s body looking way more dead than alive. 

The mind and the body knew when they were looking at a dead thing.  They knew, and were shocked to the core.

Literature Section “06-109[X] The Last Seduction”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 109 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1246 words::Explicit 1353 words—Accompanying Images:  1881-1883—Published 2025-06-07—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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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.