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.

(a few German expletives and other words mentioned, are defined after the text)

PREVIOUSLY:  As a honeymoon gift, Queen Channah’s husband, friends, lovers, and wives have just pleasured her, and are now cuddling around her—or in Penny’s case, under her—sharing the afterglow.  NOW:

No one spoke, or even moved, except Chastity and Penny, who had not been told they could stop soothing and honoring their Domina.

“Mmm… you girls’ lips are so soft, your kisses so tender…” Channah murmured.  “You can sooth me with your hands as well,” she allowed, shivering as the girls’ gentle fingers joined their mouths, trailing tenderly over Channah’s legs and hips and waist as best they could in shackles.  “Mmmm…. Gentler, silly girl,” she drawled, petting Chastity’s hair.  “Softer… don’t even brush against me, just roll your face and tongue back and forth, changing the pressure without any friction….  What a lovely way to rest… although generally, I don’t allow girls with mouths as dirty as yours on me.”

“You allow your girls to be dirty?!”  Húanglóng protested, trying unconvincingly to sound outraged, but it coming out closer to a luxuriant yawn.

“Oh, Lillith and Cain!”  Rivqah hooted.

Sooo dirty!”  Miriam agreed.

“The filithiest foxes in the land!” Rivqah clarified.

We are?!”  Penny asked, sounding so genuinely and innocently shocked and scandalized by the notion everyone around her erupted in laughter.

“Of course not, darling,” Channah purred, snaking her other hand down to stroke Penny’s hair as well as she could from her position, as soothingly as she was Chastity’s.  “I just meant I watched both of you shamelessly letting our First Husband step all over your tongues and faces with his big dirty feet.  You girls are still my little sugar bears.”  Then she giggled teasingly:  “Now hush your sweet, dirty mouth and keep sucking the scum out of my bum.”

The demons and cambions erupted in laughter while Penny’s forehead—the only part of her face anyone could see—managed to turn bright red, and she tried to move as she protested, sounding badly hurt:  “I didn’t—Domina!  I—”

“And don’t you dare stop!” Channah quickly amended, tugging a fistful of Penny’s hair for emphasis, then moving her hands up to run along the outside of Penny’s thighs and hips.  “We can’t have you getting distracted.”

“The poor girl probably can’t even breathe,” Húanglóng opined. 

“What are you suggesting?!”  Channah demanded lazily, trying to sound upset, and failing.

“Just that she’s a little slip of a thing, lovergirl,” Miriam assured her, giggling and touching her arm. 

Húanglóng roared:  “That, and you’re a gorgeous, spectacular prize cow, my voluptuous love!”

“Fucker!” Channah feigned outrage, laughing deep in her throat but not moving an inch.  “You’re lucky she’s taking such sweet care of me, you bastard, and I can’t be bothered with you right now.  But I’ll make you regret it.”

“How?” he scoffed, challengingly, leaning forward resting a hand on Chastity’s back to support himself, to kiss Channah’s knee.

“Oh, I’ll think of a way,” she vowed languorously, before addressing Penny:  “Darling Pleaser, I think we may have identified another little specialty of yours.”

“68?  Or analingus?”  Rivqah asked, exchanging an amused glance with Miriam.

Both.  And she’s so much softer now,” Channah giggled.  “They’re both just perfect now!  I’m afraid my little vacuum mattress is going to have to get used to breathing with my voluptuous… generous…” (the three demons laughed uproariously, while their cambions and cattle remained carefully neutral) “body covering her like a blanket.”

“I don’t know what either of those is,” George admitted, embarrassed.

“What, a vacuum or a mattress?”  Rivqah asked snarkily.

“No, Mistress,” George looked stricken.  “The other—68 and… what?!

“Oh, Channah my love,” Húanglóng scoffed, lifting her leg and kissing his way down her calf.  “You’ve obviously been neglecting the education of my wyrmling!”

“He didn’t even manifest as a cambion until a few days ago!” Channah pointed out.

“We thought he was just a dumb carpenter!”  Rivqah interjected, drawing a pinch and a glare from Húanglóng:

Bad succubus!”

Oh yes,” she assured him.

“You should let me take him to Lytos, and show him a bit of his Dragon heritage!” 

Channah laughed caustically:  “You’re kidding!  He’s my carpenter!  And he’s actually reasonably diligent!  The last thing I want him to learn about is his ‘heritage’ of apathy and idleness!” 

Rivqah, Miriam, and Jacob all roared with genuine, slightly-surprised laughter.

“Chastity, honey, you’re doing marvelously, but what I really need right now is a pillow for my head and Penny’s legs are starting to shake from supporting me.  Come up here, face down, and slide back until your little cage klinks against Penny’s to be my little double pillow.  Perfect!”

Jacob rolled over onto his stomach as well, and backed up toward Chastity.  Seeing Miriam’s and Rivqah’s inquiring look, he grumbled defensively:  “What?!  I outrank them, at least!  No need for her mouth to go to waste!”

“You’re lucky you’re so big,” Miriam allowed, letting it go with an amused glance at Rivqah.

“I’m serious!”  Húanglóng complained.  “I have great affection for all my little spawn.  And he’s yours—no question about it, I can’t even visit him on Earth, let alone train him.  I’m glad he’s in your care!  But you brought him to hell; why not let him see what he’s made of?!”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!” Channah responded, provoking another round of laughter from the succubae.

“I mean this!” he insisted.  “And, honestly, I could use a good carpenter…”

“I’m sure you could use anyone capable of an honest day’s labor around your broke-down, lotus-eating—” the succubae were all laughing so hard she couldn’t even finish her sentence, ignoring his continuing protests.  “Besides, I’m still trying to get pissed off at you for calling me fat!” she groaned torpidly, amusing her sisters further.  “The last thing I’m in the mood for, is doing you any favors!”

“But darling that’s perfect,” he paused in his attentions and sat up, raising his hands in exasperation.  “I’d be the one doing you a favor!  Let me take this one, and the two sows, back to Lytos with me for a few days, actually, or a week or two would be even better—for your benefit, I mean—and I’ll have them as docile and eager to please as a handmaiden’s lapdog!”

“Are you kidding?!”  Channah cried, scrambling up to a sitting position to face a surprised Húanglóng and pretending not to notice Penny making muffled noises and struggling for breath under her, and pretending not to notice her handmaidens’ amusement.  “Do you think I don’t notice how obsessed you, and all the ambassadors and visitors from the other Courts are, with our operatives?  Especially my jawari?!  Most of them haven’t had a chance to play, physically, with a live human for—centuries!  Don’t try to pretend you’d be doing me a favor!”

“Come now!” Húanglóng raised his hands, whether in protest or self-defense was not entirely clear, slipping into a mixture of English and German without intending to:  “Part of your ladies’ entreaties to get me here was their concern about your little arschkriecher there being too big for her panties and too good for pederasty!  I’ll overcome her little quibbles.”

Finally relenting towards her slave-wife, Channah rose up on her knees long enough for Penny to scramble out from under her, dizzy and panting like a winded puppy.  Channah rolled her eyes and tried not to smirk too obviously at her little bunny’s distress as she shook her head.  “You idle girls can make yourselves useful by refilling everyone’s’ glasses.”  Then she returned her attention to her husband.  “Unfortunately, I knew I would need expertise in canon law and she was the obvious choice.  So I let the priests keep her too long.  Hell, technically they still have her.”

Húanglóng looked skeptical.  “Wait.  Priests?  I’d have thought they’d lay the groundwork for you—”

She waved a hand dismissively, knowing immediately where he was going.  “Unfortunately, out of all the parish schools and colleges in England, she managed to find her way to the few devout ones.  Besides—your ‘rationale’ is also obviously defective because it fails to explain what you can offer me for sweet Chastity here,” she observed, fondly pulling both her girls into her sides and petting their heads.  Without letting their mouths anywhere near her face.

“She’s an idiot!” Húanglóng shrugged, as if it were obvious.

“Your magical powers can fix stupid?!” Channah demanded skeptically.  Both of them ignored the expressions of betrayal and hurt on the girls’ faces as they discussed them.

“Not directly,” Húanglóng admitted, showing only a minimal amount of discomfiture.  “But I expect Georgie and I can smooth over both their edges—”

“Ha!”  Channah exclaimed, trying to look more indignant than she felt.  Revealing her demonic spirit or essence, of whatever nature it was, by omission of any plea to his affections, she simply protested:  “You can do everything you’re suggesting by staying here with me for a couple of weeks.  And it would do you good, besides!  To be surrounded by a more-vigorous environment.”  Gently teasing him, she followed his unintentional lead in mixing languages:  “You could even send a few of your Runde, Pumpel Drachenherzöge along for us to help invigorate.”

“Hear hear!  We like that idea!” Miriam laughed. 

“Actually,” Rivqah clarified, also following suit, “as long as they bring their Drachenpenisse, they can leave their herzöge behind in the Hell of Sloth!”

Looking mildly irritated, he retorted:  “If the two of you graced us with your presence there again and made the invitation yourselves, I feel certain you could persuade any number of my valiant vassals to come assist you!”

“You will not be taking my Sukkubus-Prinzessinnen to Drachenland as if they were your—your… common drabs, Herr Drachenführer!“  She pounded her fist on the cushion beside her to pretend and emphasize her pretended seriousness.  Despite her valiant efforts, she was ultimately unsuccessful in concealing her amusement. “Get me a fresh glass, sweetie,” she nodded toward Penny before turning her attention back to her husband, who was continuing:

“That would be all well and good except for one thing, my Queen!” The Dragon King looked at her significantly.

“What?!” she asked with exaggerated exasperation, looking only slightly uncertain since she didn’t know what he was referring to.  Even as minor as it was, it was unusual enough for her to be attention-getting.

“You married me first, mein Drachenführerin!” He raised his finger so everyone would realize his was an important point, and more importantly that he was now consciously playing the bilingual game they had started.  Like Channah before him, he completely failed to hide his amusement, and thus to persuade anyone of his righteous anger.  “Which makes you the Sukkubus-Drachenkönigin of Lust and Sloth.  Which makes them the Sukkubus-Drachenprinzessinnen of Sloth and Lust!”

Scheiss die Wand an!” She cursed, slapping both her hands emphatically down on the cushions to her sides and just giving up, bursting out laughing and shaking her head as her husband, unnecessarily at this point, spelled it out:

“Which means I have every bit as much right to order them around as you do!  And which, by the way, makes Lytus their homes, just as much as Sodom!” 

“Sademtsaowah these days, my darling gelbe Zuckerschlange,” she cooed sweetly, leaning forward, unable to resist kissing her husband as they laughed and hugged one another.

Rivqah looked at Miriam and deadpanned:  “I feel sick.  I’m going to have to Die Wand anschreien.”  Then she noticed Penny standing stock-still beside her, her face white, hands frozen on the verge of refilling Rivqah’s wine-glass.  “What are you stopping for, mein Schätzchen?” she challenged, slapping her bottom to get her attention.

Penny shook her head to clear it and returned Rivqah’s gaze, saying—or perhaps asking:  “I’m a… what?  A succubus-dragon-princess of Hell?!”  And then, still ashen-faced, she shook her head again.  “That’ can’t be.  I’m a priest!”

“Not.  Any.  More,  I think it’s safe to say,” Miriam suggested, as the room dissolved in laughter.

Chastity, the only other person in the room not showing any amusement, managed:  “I thought ‘princess’ was just a nickname, like—‘prissy.’”

“Oh, it was, darling,” Channah assured her.  “And it still is.”  She shrugged.  “But it also happens to be true.”

“I thought I was a slave,” Penny frowned.

“Of course you are, Zuckerbär, don’t get all excited,” Channah confirmed patronizingly, making a dismissive gesture.  “And—” she glared at her husband.  “Even more importantly—You’re my slave and mine alone.  Demon-human marriages are always left-handed.”

“As it turns out,” Rivqah raised her eyebrows, staring with pleasure into Penny’s lost eyes even as she dug her fingernails into Penny’s soft bottom to ensure she had the girl’s full attention.  “Selling your soul isn’t as glamorous as devils try to make it sound.”

“But it does sound better, doesn’t it darling?  Now keep pouring, slave-princess!”  Channah rejoined, rubbing it in, before returning her lips and her hands and her attention back to her husband, managing to pout as she nibbled on his lower lip and stroked his manhood.  “Mm… I really could use your help here a few days, honey… surely now that you’re already here, it’s just as easy for you to stay, as it would be for you to go back home?”

“Witch,” he replied, admitting—as his body already had:  “You’re quite persuasive, darling.  But then… so am I,” he observed, touching her back and watching her instantly relax, humming with contentment.

“You are, baby….  I don’t know which of us is going to win this argument…. But I wager we’re going to enjoy having it!”

“Now I want to argue!” Miriam announced, apropos of nothing.

“Me too,” Jacob admitted.

Suddenly Channah gasped, pulling back from her husband and looking into his eyes with excitement and definite calculation.  “Daaarrrliiinnnggg…. Because, I’m concerned you’re going to persist in suggesting our marital status creates some kind of question about my chattel….”

“Uh-oh.”  Húanglóng swallowed.

“I have the best idea.”  She snatched her new glass of wine from Penny and took an excited sip, while Chastity was serving Húanglóng.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” he allowed, looking at her with an expression that was both intrigued and calculating.

“Sweet darling little Chastity was just begging me to play some games earlier….  Why don’t we make it a bet?

“Oh!  I’m listening!” Húanglóng was suddenly entirely interested in whatever she was going to say.

“Let’s play tarot for it!  We’ve got everything we need… cards in the parlor” she pointed one perfectly-manicured long fingernail toward the parlor, and then managed to indicate both girls at once without setting down her glass “and pets right here.”  Penny and Chastity exchanged a nervous glance, but apparently didn’t think this was the right occasion to ask what she meant.  “We can make a side-bet,” she proposed, returning her free hand to the yellow dragon while she took another sip of the spiked wine.

“If I win,” the Dragon King began, “what do I get?  I want your jawari, their qahramanah, and my dragonling for a week—a fortnight!” he amended hastily.

“Oh-ho!  You greedy greedy serpent!”  Clearly she was being emphatic deliberately, but there was no indication she wasn’t as surprised and affronted as she acted.  “Greedy yellow dragon…” she crooned, then made a mock hissing sound and flickered her tongue at him.  “First off, if we make this bet in the first place, you agree you have absolutely no claim to any part of them, or anyone else I marry, ever, and you won’t make any claims or suggestions to anyone, most importantly me, about it.  Obviously, you’ll be first-husband and they’ll have to show you the respect my lord deserves…. Everything about our marital relations—and theirs—will be as we already agreed in our marital contract.  But you’ll agree with me that nothing about the marital interest will disturb my property interest in them, or limit the property provisions of our marriage contract in any way in relation to marital objects.  That’s not part of the bet, that’s a condition for my agreeing to make the bet in the first place!  And by the way, I hope you don’t think I’m listening to your big, aggressive fingers down there in connection with our negotiation.  My reaction to them is totally separate!”

“And I hope you don’t imagine your skilled, elegant… er… gently rounded fingers down there are negotiating with me, either!  But I understand your condition on making the bet—and if you sweeten the bet itself enough, I can live with that so far as it goes.”

“Before we talk about my sweet hotpot,” she purred:  “If you win more tricks than me—you get the services of these two jawari only, and this one qahramanah only, and my English carpenter George Manning, for exactly one week,” she bargained.  “No… Jacob is an arrogant little prick and he practically begged me to be mean to him, so I’ll throw in Jacob too, on the same conditions.  But with no one and nothing else.  Not even a snail from my garden or a stich of my clothing or jewelry!  Not even a Persian rock candy to freshen their breath or a bag of dates to sweeten your coffee with!”  She paused for a second, staring intently into her husband’s eyes, almost as if she were done, before continuing:  “And you have to keep them chained in your palace at—”

“Ah ah!”  The dragon interrupted his wife, shaking his head and responding to her without either of them paying any mind or attention to what was going on among the others. 

Miriam and Rivqah were exchanging another merry-eyed smirk, enjoying watching the reactions of the human (and cambion) bargaining chips as they stood around—or in the case of the girls, served drinks—listening to themselves being haggled over like a horse ride on an old nag.  “This one’s not turned on,” Rivqah observed, checking Penny’s condition and reporting her findings in a stage-whisper.  “I think her wittle feelings are hurt!”

“Same with this one!” Miriam agreed after tugging Chastity closer to her and checking.  “She may even be pouting a wittle!” Miriam made a mock-sad-face, rocking with her silent amusement.  “And the qahramanah and the stud both, er… what’s the phrase?  Im Kreis kotzen.”

Rivqah covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud: “Der große Drachenarschgeige just looks baffled.”

Miriam bit her own knuckle to keep silent, while the two royals continued to ignore their exchange completely.

Húanglóng was shaking his head firmly.  “No ma’am.  No way.  Do it right.  If I get to play with your toys, it’s with no restrictions, no strings whatsoever on my use of any of them.  If I win—or, at least, win more tricks than you—then I get them with title for a week and no restrictions of any kind.”

“No, sir,” she shook her head firmly.  “There’s one very important condition I won’t compromise on:  You have to return them in good condition.  At least as good as the condition you received them!”

Subject to normal wear and tear,” the King qualified.  “I’m not going to baby them or handle them with kid gloves!”

“Fine!” she snapped.  “Is that all?!

“Well, that depends on what you want?”

Looking happier to be discussing this subject, Channah answered immediately, as if she’d known what she had in mind all along:  “I want you, and two of your best vassals—their selection being subject to my veto—to spend exactly one week at Sademtsaowah using every ounce of your persuasive powers training every single jariya I can spare from their duties and lay my hands on!”

“OH no… you want three dragons?  Three full dragons?  For the same length of time you’re offering a handful of cambions and livestock?!  That’s a grossly unfair proposal!  You can have me for five days, or the three of us for three days!”

“I agree with you,” Channah nodded surprisingly, making a placating gesture.  “Obviously, darling, you’re my number-one love-bunny, husband, and king!  Your time is more precious to me than anyone else’s, even my darling shu-wives.  But I also know the prospect of having all my available, living, juicy, human—uh, did I mention alive?!—jawari at your disposal for a full week is so appealing, you’ll have to keep your own vassals from murdering one another for the privilege.  And,” she concluded, triumphantly:  “I’ll bet you’re actually terrified I’ll relent and agree to the shorter period you just demanded—aren’t you?”  And when she found what she expected in his eyes, she clapped excitedly and laughed.  “I knew it!  All men are whores!”

“Of every species!” Miriam and Rivqah agreed simultaneously, saluting one another, taking a deep draught, and laughing.

“Of every species,” Channah agreed, following their lead down to taking adrink.  “Even our dear, sweet incubi.”

Especially your damned incubi!” the King charged, making the succubae whoop and agree.

“Also, my dear,” Channah continued, “you and I both know that in the exceedingly-unlikely event you win, I’m going to be absolutely furious!  Whereas you—” she spread her hands as if it were self-evident.

“What?!” he challenged.

She crossed her arms and raised her chin defiantly.  “You’re standing in front of me right now wondering whether you want to win this bet or if you’re better off losing it.  Aren’t you?”

The mighty dragon king puffed up his chest and stretched to his full height, as if to intimidate his wife… and then threw up his hands in surrender, deflating like a punctured bladder.  “Ohne Scheiss!  Fine.  You have a deal!  Done!”

“Done!”  Channah immediately responded, laughing as they shook hands, the gesture just formal and stylized enough even Penny and Chastity could tell it was a binding commitment they both took seriously.  Notwithstanding the fact Channah leaned forward over their still-clasped hands for another kiss and giggle.

Turning away, Channah’s eyes fell on Penny’s angry red face and she came up short, laughing in genuine surprise:  “What is wrong with you, my little lapdog?!”

“You—you—”

“Domina!” she reminded her sharply, a pleased smirk creeping into the corners of her mouth when Penny started over:

“Domina, you—you just—bargained us away like—like—”

“Chattel?” she suggested, quite consciously and deliberately returning Penny’s reckless, impulsive, unintended stare.  And she burst out laughing again when Penny looked flummoxed and even more furious.

Hellooo!  Welcome to the club, Arschkriecher!” Jacob sneered caustically.  “Where have you been?  Maybe this one’s the bimbo!”

“But Domina—” emotions chased one another across Penny’s face, none of them easing her tense—and intense—stance.  Then, softly, but if anything, with greater intensity than before:  “I love you!”

“Awww…. That’s so sweet.  I want to kiss you.”  She sat down on the edge of the bench cushions.  “But not just yet.”  Seizing Penny’s hair and wrapping it around her fist, she commanded:  “Open wide and  lean back!”  As she did so, she held out one hand toward Miriam and used the other to pull Penny gently but steadily back by the hair until she fell to her knees with her head face up on Channah’s thigh, her mouth obediently open.  Miriam handed Channah a rag and a bottle of clear spirits and Channah raised these a few inches above Penny’s lips to keep the bottle clean before tipping it over.  “I think by now, you know what this is going to feel like, so I don’t want any histrionics.  I expect you to be a big girl and swish it around for at least one minute before you swallow it!”  And with that, she poured about half a jigger’s worth into Penny’s mouth, pausing when Penny’s eyes shot open and started watering and Penny snapped her mouth shut.  “Pathetic, baby, but just barely adequate as long as you do not swallow.  Yet.  Swish.  Swish!” she repeated, as she let go of Penny’s hair and poured more clear spirits onto the rag, then began scrubbing Penny’s face vigorously, with special attention around her lips.  “That-a-girl!  Open wide again as soon as you swallow and I’m going to give you more since that first sip was so tiny—good girl!” she cooed, pouring again as Penny, hesitantly, with a tense expression, forced her lips slightly apart, smiling with a cruel satisfaction as she saw how hard Penny had had to struggle to do as she was told instead of spitting the harsh liquid out or choking it down.  “Aaand a third…. If I taste the slightest hint of filth in your mouth I’m going to let Jacob or my hubby beat you tonight.  Or maybe both of them.”  This time, she could tell, Penny made a Herculean effort to accept as much liquor as she could stand, and to swish it as hard and as long as she could bear, before choking it down with a sad sound.

“Oooooh… baby…. That’s my sweet, brave girl!” she cooed, finally leaning forward to kiss her wife, licking around the inside of her mouth.  “Mmm… those spirits are rough and tough, aren’t they?   But here.”  She set the spirits down, picked up her own wine glass, filled her mouth with a generous drink, and then returned her lips to Penny’s, holding her chin in place while she forced the wine into Penny’s mouth, with her big tongue following it in to both aggressively-occupy, and gently-tease, her wife’s mouth.  Miriam, Rivqah, and even Húanglóng whooped and clapped in approval as Channah demonstrated how thoroughly Penny was in her power and under her spell, making a mess on Penny’s face and her own leg under Penny’s head by slowly and steadily pouring more wine into her mouth without completely disengaging their kiss.  Penny swallowed frantically, gasping and struggling to show her obedience, minimize spilling, and breathe all at once.

Pausing a moment to look down with a smugly satisfied expression upon her pliant, gasping jariya (who was staring back up at her with something that looked like adoration and acceptance), Channah licked the excess wine off her own lips and whispered:  “This is your night, baby.  Yours, too, Chastity,” she spared a glance up at her other wife, before looking back down to enjoy the sight of her handiwork a moment longer.  “Tonight—so to speak—all bets are off.  You’re still mine, of course.  But games aren’t any fun if your opponents aren’t trying their best!  Jacob, you’ve gamed with me before, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Domina, at one of—”

But she cut him off without ever even breaking eye contact with Penny.  “And you think I’m a hateful bitch, don’t you?”

Jacob hesitated.

“I know you want to agree…”. Channah smirked with pleasure.

“I—no one likes being treated—you know—”

“You’re wrong about that, but I take your point.  You don’t like it, do you?”

“I hate it,” he blurted, venom spraying out of his mouth that—if it were chemical rather than emotional—would have burned every surface it touched, surprising even himself.

For her part, Channah gasped, looking up with an intense, aroused expression.  “You really know how to get my attention, don’t you?  Either that, or you’re so bunged- and bottled-up you can’t help yourself.”  She shrugged carelessly.  “Either way, it’s fine for me.  As much as you hate me—you can’t say I cheated at anything as important at Tarot, can you?”

“No, Your Majesty,” he subsided back into formal servility, perhaps regretting the possible consequences of his earlier outbursts.  “That’s true.”

Looking back down at Penny, she asked:  “Did you hear that?”

“Yes, Domina.”

And with an ugly, sexy, mean, hot, taunting tone and expression, she challenged Penny:  “If you actually have a problem with me being a total bitch who relishes humiliating and ignoring chattel like you, tonight’s the night to show it.  It’s like the ancient Greek festival of Anthesteria.  I’ll bet your priests didn’t teach you about that, did you?  No?  Of course not.  I’m sure they skipped over all the really interesting festivals.  At the Anthesteria, slaves were allowed to participate and party with the free citizens and even their masters, as equals.  For that one night, any servant or slave with the guts to do so, could treat their lords and masters as equals, and their lords and masters had to accord them equal respect.”  Breaking the intense gaze she and Penny were sharing, she looked up at Jacob, her lip curling in contempt, an unmistakable challenge.  “I wonder if you would have stepped up, or slunk away?”  Then she looked back down at Penny with the same challenging, insulting disrespect.  “And you?  Ha!  This is your chance, pussy.  If you really have any ounce of fire or masculinity in your tiny little purse, show it tonight.  Raise the stakes, high enough to make me care.  If you dare, dumpling.  And then beat me at cards and force me to renegotiate with my husband.” She snorted with laughter.  “Our husband!” she corrected herself, leaning forward and kissing Penny forcefully on the lips, driving her tongue hard into Penny’s mouth again to seal the challenge and making her gag before half-releasing her, half-throwing her aside.  Looking aggressively around the room, meeting every other eye as if seeing what she might provoke, she drank more wine and barked:  “We’ll play here.  Do you girls even know what playing cards are?” she asked harshly.

“Yes, Domina!”  Chastity responded glad to be able to claim her attention for a moment.

“Go to the adjacent parlor and bring back all the cards you can find.  You—” she jabbed a finger down at Penny.  “Pull the tallest of the benches into the middle of the room, without a cushion, so we can use it as a table.  And then pull lower benches, with the best cushions on them, around it for us to play.”  Then, humming, she walked over to the lacquered wooden boxes containing the wedding gifts for each of her wives and picked through them, while the Dragon King and her Duchesses exchanged an amused, excited glance.

A few German words and expressions you may come across

Arschgeige—ass-violin Arschkriecher—ass-kisser Die Wand anschreien—scream at the wall (vomit) Drachen—dragon Führer, Führerin—leader Gelbe—yellow Große—big Herzöge—dukes Im Kreis kotzen—vomiting in circles (feeling annoyed) König—kingKönigin—queen Ohne Scheiss—without shit Penisse—penis Prinzessinnen—princesses Pumpel—loud fart Runde—round Schätzchen—sweetie Scheiss die Wand an—shit on the wall (what the hell) Sukkubus—succubus Zuckerbär—sugar-bear Zuckerschlange—sugar-snake

Literature Section “07-37 Dirty, Unholy Bets and Bargains”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 37 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—4997 words—Accompanying Images:  2208-2221—Published 2025-09-02—©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.

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

Explicit version containing bullying, goldenshowers, punishment, analpenetration, and cleanup themes at 07-24X Cleaning Channah’s Feet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits.  NOW:

Penny was panting, faster and faster, as Channah tested her bladder, before with a desperate last shake of resistance, Penny squeaked and groaned with an unmistakably defeated sound. 

Channah couldn’t help herself, she laughed while she stood up, stepping back and trying to sound outraged:  “Naughty-little-girl embarrassed herself, didn’t she?”  And this time she didn’t wait for her girl to start talking; didn’t even give her a chance to, hauling back and walloping Penny’s bottom:  Crack!  “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” followed by a lot of caterwauling and gibberish she couldn’t even have made sense of if she was listening, which she wasn’t because she was doubled over so hard watching Penny completely lose control. 

“Oh, Penny!  You dirty bitch!”  she howled, laying Penance’s Bull-Daddy down well out of the way.  “I ought to spank you for that!”  She stepped toward her throne, unable to avoid the little lake, laughing as hard as Penny was crying.  “What are you doing with your head still under my throne?  Silly girl!  Back up!  Back up!”  she commanded, as Penny did back up, her arms moving right into the pool as Channah slid her throne forward and sat down on it, over Penny’s head, grabbing her by the hair, then leaned back in her throne, lifting Penny’s tear-soaked red face so she could see it and putting the soles of her feet right on it.  “Dirty girl!  I told you what the consequence would be, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Then start doing your duty, bitch.  Back on your heels.”  And when she hesitated, Channah put her feet on Penny’s shoulders, kicking her backwards so her extremely sensitive butt slammed into her own heels, producing another pleasing, squealing sound as Channah pushed her soles into Penny’s face to keep her from rising back.  “Unh-uh!  STAY!”  She snapped, as if she were talking to a dog.  “Bad puppy!  Go on, puppy!  Lick!  Lick!”  And she moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny obey her Domina, even as she continued to wriggle her hips to alleviate the pain from her bottom.  “Good girl,” Channah cooed.  “Good.  Girl.”  Knowing she would be unable to leave her throne until the floor was cleaner, she dropped her right foot to the ground while Penny worshipped her left , and then she dipped her left foot while Penny was sucking on her right.  “Thaaat’s the way, goooood gurl.  Oh… look how devoted you are, baby!  Yess…. Stick that tongue between my big and second toes.  It’s sooo wet in there.  Now lick the bottoms.  Oh, other foot.  What a mess!  But you must be thirsty, the way you’re going to town.  We’re going to explore that, darling!” 

After a pause to listen to Penny lick, she continued, almost lazily:  “Use your hands to hold my ankles—gently! While you clean the bottoms of my feet.  Why should I do all the work to hold my legs up?  You’re the offender!  I’ve given—at a guess—tens of thousands of whoopings in my life, including to boys much younger and smaller than you, and I can assure you, you are the single most pathetic little worm I’ve ever dealt with.  The good news for you, little marshmallow, is that you’ve always been soooo sweet and submissive you don’t give me much cause to beat you.”  She giggled:  “Well… except the way you keep turning me on with what a submissive, disgraceful, dirty slut you really are… practically begging for more torment when you do that in front of a demon, aren’t you, horny girl?  But other than the times you seduce me into it, you shameless girl, there will be occasional days, like today, when I need to prove to you, or to myself, or perhaps even to a third party, how totally submissive you are.  But if you keep up your good work, striving really hard to show me how much you love and respect me, after your pathetic display of weakness today, I’m pretty sure beatings will be rare for you, and I will never get close to hitting you as many times as… well, even wimpy little Chastity.  But certainly never treating you the way any real men could expect:  ten, twenty… I’ve hit boys, you know, real boys, as many as fifty times before.”  Penny made a defeated, overwhelmed sound.  “Oh hush and keep cleaning my feet, bitch!  We’ve already seen how weak and pathetic you are; that’s what I’m trying to tell you!  Don’t you get it, dummy?”  She used her heel to cuff Penny across the cheek, emphasizing her dominance further.  “I’m talking here!

She continued, teasing her and taunting her and praising her and insulting her by turns, serving her sole after sole, occasionally allowing herself a detour to test Penny’s cage while she kept licking, until finally Channah giggled in triumph, prodding and testing with her foot to confirm her suspicion as Penny groaned with her humiliation.  “Theeeere it is, my perverted little mushroom.  I knew talking dirty to you while disgracing you would bring back your little man sometime!  And it’s so hard now, almost like a real twelve-year-old boy, isn’t it?  Isn’t it?!

“Yes, Domina!”

Goood girl!  What a good girl!  Admitting what a naughty little girl you are is the first step to giving into your nature.  You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”

Literature Section “07-24[X] Cleaning Channah’s Feet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 24 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 891 words::Explicit 1113 words—Accompanying Images:  2092-2095—Published 2025-07-24—©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.