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The hothouse flowers who did not show themselves suitable, by aptitude or preference, for roles as mamluks, became something else. Those obviously unfit as mamluks, like Chas and Penny, were groomed for something else from the beginning. Those who had been offered, but failed, their test as mamluks, like Frances, were given the opportunity to accept this alternative station, although few of them could bring themselves to accept such a disgraceful alternative.
For six days and nights after Penny’s eighteenth birthday, years of careful preparation and planning were brought to fruition as Penny and Chas were guilted, punished, trained, seduced, subjugated, intimidated, cajoled, drugged, teased, confused, gaslit, sleep-deprived, tormented, and broken to the ultimate will of the succubae. If not perfected—every soul on Earth remained a work in progress as long as it lived, such was the meaning of Earth—the girls were reincarnated, or evolved, into the advanced form the succubae desired them to assume.
In human languages—which were all the succubae had—there were no names for precisely what they were being broken to. And certainly, the girls’ succubus and human minders had avoided suggesting any. Had they been biological females, in England, “second-class wives with a bit of indentured servant thrown in” would not have been too far off the mark. (And some particularly-cynical women might have been heard to respond: “oh, an ordinary wife, then.”) But the truth was, if they behaved themselves after their hazing was complete, Penny and Chas had every chance of being treated better than many wives in England; and would certainly continue to enjoy a higher material standard of living. Indeed, the Countess fully expected and intended to preserve their loyalty without the help of the human secular and religious authorities and traditions that supported husbands and buttressed the institution of marriage against unhappy wives of humans.
In Channah’s most-ancient palace in Cairo, and her primary Western palace in Constantinople, two cities where Channah had spent a plurality of her long life, the hucows had a word for female sex slaves of males that in the time of the Abbasids, correctly described the female operatives in this group: jawari (in the singular, jariya)—slaves for entertainments and pleasures. The succubae, being intrinsically female masters, with overwhelmingly male slaves, extended the term to describe all sex-and-pleasure slaves of all masters. As with the mamluks, her operatives sometimes used local words, especially in cultures outside or resistant to the Muslim world, to label themselves—kunoichi in Japan, vishkanya in India, hetaira, in Greece, with varying degrees of accuracy.
Queen Channah and three of her Ladies of Court—Duchess Miryam (posing in human form as her Lady’s Maid Mary), Duchess Rivqah (her Lady’s Maid Rebecca), and Sultana Mayaam (adopting incubus form as necessary to play the role of Obedience, a model sisterwife to Chas and Penny) took turns and cooperated, with the assistance of all of their retainers at Fensmere Manor, to maintain the unrelenting pressure on Penny and Chas for 144 straight hours. Because the succubae could reach the girls even in their dreams, their only independence in that time was for those few, minimal hours of dreamless sleep they needed to stay alive.
The succubae had been training and enslaving humans—and Queen Channah had been married to her primary (“Di,” or “Great Royal”) husband, Húanglóng—for millennia. He had taken countless humans as his secondary (“Shu,” or “Royal”) sisterwives during his limited time on Earth. Yet in all her time here, more than 250 generations, training tens or even hundreds of thousands of jawari, Channah had taken only 34. Partly because there were few enough reasons to want them besides pregnancy, which held little enough appeal for her. Channah had tried unsuccessfully to conceive with two of her wives, borne 9 children by 9 of the others, and gleefully kept the other 23 of her wives in chastity for the rest of their mortal lives while using and teasing them mercilessly.
As the culmination of their 144-hour hazing, she had taken both of these girls as her wives—Chas as her 35th, and Penny moments later as her 36th—in a relationship as thoroughly unequal as its human counterparts, if more explicitly so, and with the biological sexes reversed. By the wedding rites of the succubae, she had yoked them to her will, spiritually and magically, becoming their Domina (head of household), while making them her sisterwives (housegifts). She’d actually never had two sisterwives at the same time before; but the term was used, whether they had sisters or not, to reinforce her greater importance and superiority while diminishing them, suggesting they were fungible, and implying they would be expected to cooperate or bond in any manner she preferred, rather than acting as if they had personal agency or were in competition with one another. Let alone with her husband.
They were married in what had been the Defalaises’ private chapel at Fensmere, now desecrated into a satanikoklus, the hellish analog to a church or temple. In the satanikoklus, the shroud between Earth and Hell was thin and porous. From the moment Penny had been brought there, she had seen, heard, smelled, and felt the hot, humid air and burning red sandscape of the Hell of Lust all around her, recognizing it for what it was, and the succubae and incubi and damned there, for exactly what they were. It was a thing not many living humans could see, her clearer sight a reflection of both her intelligence and her sensitivity.
The succubaean ceremony itself was ancient, its eight elements familiar or at least recognizable to most humans, comprising indenture (betrothal), veiling, invocation, exchange, cursing (blessing), indignity (affirmation), breaking (celebration), and seclusion (honeymoon). Of course, it was the sisterwife who was veiled, and then tested. The vows and rings they had exchanged were unequal, befitting their new positions: Pledging to take her sisterwives in hand and dominate them, Channah had used her deceptively cute fingers and wicked-long fingernails to chastise them with her Svadhishthana Cages, Persian Gate for Chas, Byzantine Mural for Penny.
And as she did so, she had explained, condescendingly and embarrassingly, that as a succubus, she lived primarily off the virility and vitality of men, by drawing it from them and devouring it. Whereas she had chosen them as ideal consorts precisely because they were not virile or manly to start with, and by chastising them she had rendered them as harmless and impotent as empty bladders. “As long as you wear my cage, your virtue is safe.” As she had explained more precisely to their mamluk foster brothers and longtime bullies when they celebrated with her, penetration was the real risk. If they penetrated any part of a succubus’s body, it sapped the man’s vitality. The body had a certain resiliency, of course; and could largely recover from limited contact with a succubus, although even a single encounter could result in feelings of lethargy for hours or even days. But burn the candle any faster than that, and their life would drain away, swiftly and unrecoverably, even as the succubus’s victim thanked his lucky stars for her, one moment of bliss at a time. “Which is why your Svadhishthana Cages will likely never, ever come off during your lifetimes.” She mock-pouted at them: “I have to protect you, my sweet darlings!”
Laughing at how uncomfortable and scared they already looked, she twisted the knife even harder. She had done this to so many biological males, in so many conservative, judgmental societies, they had no chance to avoid her manipulations. Their cages, she noted, would also perform one of the succubae’s favorite tricks, showing their partners whatever sex they expected the girls to have—and helping their partners act in a manner that confirmed and reinforced their expectations into convictions. Giggling at their expressions, now of terror and horror, she explained how important that made it for her to choose pretty, slight, effeminate, and convincing girls like Chas and Penny to train as her jawari in the first place.
“The Mural is a crown of walls, and the Gate is a mountain pass. This ring,” she lied evilly, “is a clever design of my own that destroys the testes slowly. And until they’re completely gone, my victim lives in an agony of arousal.” She chortled, loving their fear and sorrow as her broken males, and let them know in a sing-songy voice ending in a cackle, that that was as much as she was prepared to tell them about the metal devices she had locked around their most-vulnerable and -important boy parts. They would simply have to wait and see what other effects they might have.
Poor Penny had already discovered one power her Byzantine Mural had, that Chas’s Persian Gate apparently did not. It had happened the first time Penny had been used and teased and ignored until she was out of her mind, and every time thereafter she had been brought to that state. The succubae had been doing everything possible to simultaneously shame and excite her while locked. At the crucial moment, it had whisked her joy away and transferred it to Channah and her other partners, multiplying their pleasures and leaving Penny in a state of desperation, longing, sorrow, and misery. As long as the ring was on, her partners—no matter who they were—would enjoy the force of her pleasure on top of their own, while Penny would feel only the bitter disappointment and the eventual ache of losing out on one of the most pleasant experiences in this world. She had cried out and wept, bitter-astringent tears, every time the Mural had taken her joy during the ceremony.
PART 5 OF STORY RECAP
Literature Section “06-42 Grimm Transformations VI: Broken Sissies”—Accompanying Images: 1519, 1521, 1523, 1525, 1527, 1529. Abridged 1619 words::Explicit 1697 words—©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.