Image Set 07-42 B—Images: 3462-3478—to accompany Literature Section “07-42 Revelations in the Church of the Poisoned Souls”— Published 2025-12-24—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. Horse tack is only for use with horses by trained equestrians. And imaginary horse tack is only for use with imaginary horses.
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy degradation and filth some readers may find disturbing.
RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE.
PREVIOUSLY: Playing the demonic card game, Perdition Tarot, Channah has wagered Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants against Húanglóng; and everyone has wagered some combination of money, dares, and sacrifices on every trick and deal. The doors have been sealed, the atmosphere is rowdy, the stakes are high, and everyone in the Lodge is intoxicated. Queen Channah is descending into a dark mood for reasons other than, but somehow bound up with, the game. After the other bets have been settled, Channah inserts marbles into Penny and Chas that she mysteriously promises—or threatens—will make them cleaner than they have ever been. Now she leads them away from the rest of the gamers to prepare them for the frightening events to come. NOW:
“Clothes off!” Channah paused at the stairway, waiting while the girls stripped. Taking their dresses, she almost led Penny and Chas further upstairs, but then shook her head, setting their dresses down on the upward flight and murmuring “better safe than sorry” as she led them downstairs instead, down the garden path, past the hot springs, where she commanded them to pick up soap and towels, and through a thick grove of ancient forest to a narrow defile, half-hidden behind an old āhuēhuētl tree, that cut down through the rocks to a small ledge five or ten feet below the cliff face where water from one or all of the springs spilled over the cliffs, forming a small and shallow pool in a bowl perhaps carved from the rocks by the water itself, before brimming over the lip of the small ledge to plunge down the face of the high cliff.
From the floor of the valley, perhaps the water revealed itself as a gorgeous and dramatic waterfall. But from the dizzying height of the narrow ledge, it seemed to disappear down an infinite chasm, likely dissolving into spray and mist long before it reached the bottom. If it ever did. Chas gasped for breath, pressing herself back against the face of the cliff, the second the side of the defile slipped away to reveal the terrifying fall.
Channah laughed harshly. “Not even the birds build nests here. Only two reasons to come here,” she opined. “To contemplate death, or do what you’re about to do.”
“What is that, Domina?” Chas asked.
She just laughed in reply, enjoying keeping them wondering as long as possible, pushing Penny so she was pressed up against the cliff face with Chas, commanded them “Sit!” and then squatted before them, unfastening their cages, washing them in the water beside her before setting them on the rock to dry as she began to speak, her eyes flicking up to meet theirs firmly between concentrating on what she was doing:
“As you have no doubt already gathered, I’m off my game today.”
“I’m sorry, Domina,” Penny quavered, nervously but honestly. “I can see you are upset. Is everything all right?”
“No, I’m not,” she answered, surprising them with her candor. “And I’m not sure. I’m obviously going to lose every bet I place today. Including, most importantly, my ill-advised—or possibly fated—bet with Húanglóng. I do regret the consequences of placing it, although Penny, if you were more open to the pleasure that awaits you from surrendering, it would not have been necessary.”
“I’m sorry, Domina.”
“Hush. You’re not. Some, I know, but not sorry enough, anyway, despite my best efforts to make you so without spoiling your sweet disposition. So many years’ training, and now I’m backed into a corner. It was a reckless bet, but I’m not sure what else I could have done. And again, I feel the hand of the fates at work here. Revealed…” she hesitated.
“In your cards,” Penny whispered.
Nodding, she agreed: “Especially so. But not just in my divination hand—the entire deck. You have to be ready in less than a month to serve a man eagerly, no matter what he looks or smells like.”
“Domina!” Penny sounded as shocked as she was horrified.
“Try not to sound so surprised, sweetie,” Channah giggled despite herself. “It’s charming, but it does make you seem a bit stupid at this point. I mean…” she looked straight into Penny’s eyes, bursting out laughing when she looked away, reddening with shame. “Really! You’ve known I bought and bred you to be my whore for at least a week… and as clever as you are, perhaps a part of you has seen and feared it for years.”
“No. No—” Penny shook her head.
“Oh, dear,” she laughed, looking piercingly into Penny’s eyes and delighting with the shame she saw blossoming in her girl’s countenance. “Your denial was just a little too emphatic, sugar bear. An unmistakable tell. That’s a direct hit, isn’t it, Princess? Your cheeks, so red. And you can’t even hold my gaze!” she thrilled. “I love it so much I want to lick and eat you up. That delicious shame…. I think it’s your very-most attractive quality, Pleaser. It makes me hot and wet like a volcano every time.”
“Domina!” Penny gasped, shocked by the intensity of her reaction and how much it revealed about the deep, intimate connection between them.
“You know it’s true. I see that,” she sniggered gleefully. “Suspected so long, and still stayed with us and tried so hard to please us….” She reached forward, taking Penny’s chin in her hand, to force the girl to look at her. “Oh, you must despise yourself! Don’t you, darling? Fuck yesss….” She used her other hand to stroke herself. “I can’t believe I’m about to lose you two for a week! You better hope you don’t fall into my hands in the final deal of the game. I want you two filthy-innocent sluts so badly….” And then, in a sing-songy teasing voice, she chanted: “Penny loves the Queen of Hell enough to be her eager whore….”
“Domina!” Penny squealed in protest, squirming.
Channah threw her head back and laughed. “Oh I wish there were a bit more time right now. But I fear there’s not.” Shaking her head and becoming businesslike once again, her tone became instructive: “That’s your problem, darling. Denial. And your charm: The innocence persisting and longing for a past so long-gone, it won’t accept the reality of corruption. Perhaps the next week will help cure you of that. After you’ve lusted so desperately for things you never imagined you could, it’s much harder to pretend it wasn’t you.” She shrugged. “Húanglóng has that effect. All dragons do, Húanglóng more than any of them, of course. And you’ll enjoy it, I promise. If I had considered it acceptable for even a second to risk trusting you to the custody of another court I would have sent you to him years ago.” And then, almost deliberately to cut off the question she could see forming on Penny’s lips, she preempted: “How do you feel?”
“A little queasy, Mistress,” she conceded. Then whispered under her breath, almost too quietly to be heard: “From the disgusting conversation….”
Channah whooped with laughter. “Oh, you wouldn’t dare sass me if you didn’t know I was in a rush, would you? Let’s get you ready but don’t think you’ve gotten away with anything. Now, dear, breathe deeply, this is both going to feel strange and it’s going to hurt, but I don’t have time to put you under this morning.”
“Put me—”
“BREATHE DEEPLY!” she reminded her girl, carefully positioning her right hand around Penny’s belly button and grasping her piercing firmly in her left hand as she closed her eyes, calming and composing herself and whispering something in a language neither girl understood as she pressed forward, a warm feeling emanating from her right hand seeming to loosen and relax Penny’s muscles so much she almost doubled over with the intensity and weirdness of the sudden loss of muscle control and sensation over a part of her body.
And then Channah ripped it out.
Really: ripped.
It felt like a bandage being torn off a wound to which it had stuck, taking scab and healthy flesh alike with it; and sounded the same, not unlike tearing cloth.
Penny squealed, provoking Channah to smirk and shake her head, interrupting her chant. “Please. It’s not that bad. Not a tenth as dramatic as putting it in in the first place, you big baby. You won’t even have a scar to remember your piercing by. If you let me get on with my spell.” Then Penny’s squeal turned to a shout of shock and surprise—and Channah’s smirk to laughter as she tried to resume her chant—as Chas suddenly yelled, too. As she pulled on the piercing, it came out…
And came out…
And came out.
Several feet of copper wire with small charms affixed to it at intervals, like a very long charm bracelet, but with the shapes molded into the same piece of copper as the wire itself rather than hanging free from it. The charms were too small and bloody for the girls to tell what they were, but each one had a different, irregular, and quite deliberate-seeming form making it clear they were neither identical nor accidental.
“THAT was inside me, Mistress?!” Penny screeched.
“Yes, dear, and you didn’t even know it, did you? You never would have known it if this card game hadn’t gone so badly. Or… if it was not necessary…” she mused as the last of it finally came out and she set it on the rocks in a shallow part of the pool beside her. Channah kept her hand on Penny another good minute and a half, whispering, until she was satisfied; and with a quick nod, shifted to face Chas. “I hadn’t planned this game. But the sudden desire to play it was… overwhelming. And I wasn’t expecting it, so… it’s even harder to avoid being manipulated when you don’t realize it’s happening.”
“Manipulated, Domina? By… the fates?” Penny breathed.
“Yes. Destiny. Prophecy. Necessity, perhaps. Call it what you like.”
“The cards,” Penny repeated her previous guess, nodding with conviction now. And guessed: “Death and The Devil!”
“Very good, smartypants,” she nodded. “Or should I say, ‘smartyskirts’. But not the only ones. What made you notice those two?” She asked, as she relaxed a second time, her right hand on Chas’s belly now, her left hand on Chas’s piercing. Then she began whispering as Chas made a startled sound.
“I’m not exactly certain, Domina,” Penny admitted, shuddering sympathetically as she watched Chastity, stunned to see what was coming out of her body despite the fact she obviously had known what to expect. “Instinct? There were a series of cards in your first hand that you played strangely, almost like you were performing a ritual instead of playing a card game. And…. Oh! The Huángdì of Wands! You played it around the same time in the first hand. Then in the second hand, you played the Pharaoh of Wands first—even when you shouldn’t have. Death and the Devil—they—they’re very memorable cards so I remember seeing them when you played them.”
“Me too,” Chas agreed, although it was unclear if she simply meant she remembered the cards, or if she remembered anything about how they had been played.
Penny resumed: “In both cases, you were terribly… intense. Almost obsessed. But… why are you removing—our chakra ornaments?”
After she had set Chas’s piercing in the same shallow puddle and finished chanting, she opened her eyes again and answered: “Did you notice anything about the cards I played? What was on them?” And then she clarified: “Who was on them?”
“We were!” Penny exclaimed in shock. “Or—or at least, a blonde and a redhead.” And then she whispered, either from amazement or shyness: “Serving a powerful Succubus. I—I thought I was… fantasizing it.” Channah laughed, a sharp laugh of surprised, genuine pleasure as Penny turned bright red, realizing what she had said. “Imagining,” Penny clarified. “You know what I mean.”
“Perhaps better than you, Pleaser. ‘Fantasizing.’ Not ‘imagining.’ I have your number fully now, what a horny little slut you are,” laughing even harder as Penny covered her eyes with her hands. “And I love it that you’re still shy about it. After the things we’ve done,” she shook her head, feigning shock. As she rinsed the two piercings in the water, she continued, answering Penny’s most-recent question: “Because you’re starting to figure some of this out, I’m going to tell you a bit more. Not because I want you to know it, but because I want you to know how important it is to your own interests not to share a whisper of your speculations with anyone other than me. Listen carefully, and take this seriously. And keep it to yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Domina,” they answered, swallowing and looking at one another, impressed with how serious she was.
“I’m going to tell you just enough, so you can be on your guard, before you say anything in front of others. So you can protect yourselves and me.”
“From what?” Chas asked. The fact Penny had not asked the same question should have suggested to Chas that Penny already knew the answer; but even if this had occurred to Chas, she would not have put together that Penny and Channah had previously had a previous discussion about this subject. She would have assumed clever Penny had figured it out on her own.
“Am I dangerous?” Channah asked unexpectedly.
“Oh, yes, Domina!” They both answered unhesitatingly, without anything other than total sincerity.
“So if I have enemies—and I do—that I have been battling for centuries without vanquishing, they must be dangerous as well, mustn’t they?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“And if any of them realized how important the two of you were to my ambitions… what do you think? Would you be safer? Or…”
“In terrible danger,” Chas answered, nodding slowly to herself.
“Yes. That’s why we’re having this conversation away from even my most-trusted lieutenants; because even they lack the powerful incentives to keep quiet about this that only the two of you share with me. If my rivals come to even suspect two humans as weak and insignificant as you may have an important role to play in my fate… they would see you as my most vulnerable point, and exploit that. Perhaps by killing you; perhaps by trying to turn you with magic or torture or blackmail; perhaps….” She shrugged, unable or feeling it unnecessary to offer further alternatives. “Do you understand?” She hardly need have paused for their response; they were both, immediately, nodding earnestly.
“Good. Then listen well. The two autumn leaves—I called them that because they appeared for the first time on the Death card, on All Hallows’ Eve, in 1517. Just—long before—I met you.” The girls exchanged an uneasy look. That didn’t sound good.
“The cards are slippery. Their destiny is to reveal the future, but they seem to fight that destiny as vigorously as I tried to fight mine today. Or, perhaps, they are simply serving their own purpose in causing the events they are to tell by making us their pawns. They do all they can to conceal what they reveal, and leave us all in confusion, looking the wrong way, so they can laugh at us afterwards and tell us ‘we told you so, fool (allusion to the Tarot fully intended, even required), and you should have listened!’ Only in hindsight are their messages clear. There’s always a chance you two are…” she shrugged again, emphasizing her uncertainty and the powerlessness of every soul, “Nothing. Nothing at all. Or perhaps, originally, you were nothing—until, suspecting I might have recognized you in the cards, I plucked you up and made you a part of my story by reading, and then pulling, you into a prophecy that had nothing to do with you. That’s Fate’s second-favorite trick.”
“What is its favorite?” Penny asked.
She laughed bitterly. “To persuade you to engineer the very situation the cards are warning you to avoid. They love to do that.”
“That’s… cruel,” Penny opined, as Channah reached forward to unfasten Penny’s collar, shooting her an intense, commanding, silent glare in response to her look of surprise. Apparently, this was a secret within a secret, to be kept even from Chas. And not for the first time, Penny wondered how many secrets of Channah’s surrounded her, woven by Channah through the people around her, cautioning them not to share with Penny, even as she was warning Penny not to share her secrets with them.
“Ironic, at least,” Channah proposed, even as the collar came off—something deeply unsettling to Penny because of its significance, and of how much she had come to expect it as a permanent fixture of her life.
Rubbing her neck while Channah washed the collar, Penny said, strangely: “I—I feel… something. Nauseated. Empty. Terribly—” her eyes met Channah’s. “Lonely.”
Channah smiled, abandoning Chas for a moment to take Penny’s cheeks in her hands and pull her forward for a deep soul kiss. “Yesss….” She hissed. “I knew it. I knew you were feeling what I was feeling. Our—” she spared a glance at Chas, before composing herself and returning to remove the third girl’s collar “Our three souls, are fusing into one another, I as your Domina, you as my slaves.” And she laughed ruefully: “Either confirming the cards, or proving how very slippery they are. “Do not doubt for a second my collars will return to your necks. Or rather, that they will return you to your rightful places under my gorgeous infernal feet—when Húanglóng brings you back for the next heteraslakos next week. These accouterments, and more.”
“More?”
“You have six chakras, ginger. Two more to go, sealing our union completely, after these first four. But you don’t even need them anymore to feel the basic connection between us, do you? It will never leave us; it is already a part of who we are. That, and the craving your soul has to cleave to mine ever-closer, emphasized by the loss of the even deeper connection lent by the collars, is the loneliness you are feeling.” As as she washed Chas’s collar, she explained: “The connection between us, longing for the intimacy and amplification brought about by the chakra accouterments. Even I feel it. Now—” she stood up, and pointed to the platform on the other side of the stream. “Go stand over on that platform.”
“Why, Domina?” Penny asked.
“Get—over there—now!” she barked, stamping her foot, swatting their hips—and then their bottoms as they instinctively turned away from the blows—pointing insistently, staring down the girls until they obeyed her and cautiously made their way to the far ledge, hugging the cliff every step of the way despite the fact they had a good five or six feet insulating them from the precipice. The platform was roughly a square, six feet on a side, defined on one side by the rushing water, a second by the cliff wall which provided the only sense of security, and on the other two sides by the abyss.
Only after they were obeying did she explain: “The loneliness you’re feeling is all about separation from me. Magical separation, emphasizing—or more precisely, failing to compensate for—the physical separation that feels increasingly at odds with the spiritual connection between us. But the nausea you feel is only partly at the isolation.” She smirked a moment before becoming serious again: “And Penny’s yummy shame. Right now, the magico-chemical suppositories I placed inside you are finishing their work of dissolving everything inside your intestines and stomach.” The girls looked at one another, worried. “Well, except for the twister and the trigger, which will jell all by themselves when I command them. And believe me, you want me to command them to do so, which I will do as soon as you’re in position. Right now, they’re what are holding in your filth; but as your intestines churn more intensively…. They are ultimately tasked with not harming you, so they’ll allow you to vacate before anything more extreme happens. But they will hurt like hell exiting your body if they’re forced out, without any further help from me.”
“Why?” Penny asked. And Chas, simultaneously: “How?”
“Now step to the very back of the ledge, furthest away from the edge, and squat down with your hands on the cliff wall.”
“Mistress!” The girls whined with alarm and fear. “Please! Mercy!”
“Obey me and I will be merciful and jell your toys. It’s hard not to experience what’s about to happen to you as unpleasant—” Then, nodding her head thoughtfully, she qualified: “Well, unless circumstances or spiritual darkness compel you to experience it a few times. Then, I’m told, it can become quite addictive.”
“What?!”
She laughed. “I know! Humans are disgusting. Point for today being, it’s unpleasant but not harmful or excruciating. It won’t hurt a tenth as much as Fang’s paddling this morning. It’s mostly the bad associations that make it unpleasant. It’s hard for your mind not to experience it as the worst case of the flux you can imagine.”
“Mistress!” The girls were almost crying.
“Good girls,” she laughed, enjoying their plight but pretending it was routine. “The most important thing is to keep your mess there at the base of the cliff wall so the trigger and the twister aren’t swept over the ledge. If they drop down there, you’ll spend the next week and a half after your return from Lytos searching for them.”
She shook her head, smiling, and sat down on a rock watching the girls shivering and whining and casting looks of fear at one another, then at her. Bursting out laughing, she dried her hands on her dress while she cautioned them: “Remember. Do not let anything solid go over that cliff.”
“MISTRESS!” They squealed in alarm, looking terrified, just before she smirked at them and relaxed something inside herself.
Immediately, their expressions melted into extreme discomfort. “Oh no!” Chas yelped, as she became sick at both ends at once.
“Please look away, Domina!” Penny begged, her face becoming agonized as she tried to resist what Chas had accepted. “Privacy please—”
Channah sneered. “Absolutely not! It’s physically revolting, of course, and you should be disgusted and disgraced with what vile creatures you are. So wallow in it, you dirty, despicable girls! Go on! Look at me while you void yourselves or I’ll whip you until I can see your bones!” And when they obeyed her, she shuddered, her eyelids fluttering with the intensity of her arousal as she began rubbing herself, completely overcome with passion. “Oh fuck I wasn’t planning to do this but occasionally I disgust even myself!” She was laughing with the same intensity of their bitter tears, even as her body shook and jerked with one of the strongest orgasms they had ever seen her experience, a rolling orgasm that surged and subsided and surged again like waves on the ocean at high tide. She could barely speak, half-grunting, and disturbingly, even shimmering back and forth between her human and demonic forms. Most unsettling, in her intense state, the human and demonic forms, while similar to one another and all recognizable to the girls as their Domina Channah, were not the same. As a demon she would have U-shaped horns, then curled rams’ horns, no tail that they could see, then a long one; and her human forms would vary between her usual obscene plushness and a grotesque, almost inflated fatness; then between olive and almond skin tones. “Your shame is like opium honey to me,” she grunted, as she burst out laughing, unusually cruelly, which was saying something for her, as Penny, like Chas, started crying, shitting, and vomiting all at once.
Channah applauded and mocked them, their indignity, and their misery, when she could gather enough breath to do so between bouts of laughter so strong her efforts to breathe became a form of sobbing similar to her girls. “This is horrific! You’re the most disgusting, nasty, filthy mud-fountain whores I’ve seen in—years! Lilith and Cain, I LOVE BEING SUCH AN EVIL NASTY BITCH! OH FUCK!”
By the time it—orgasm for her, flux for them—was more or less over, Channah was slumped back against her rock, staring off into space with glassy eyes, while the girls were quietly sobbing with their misery and humiliation. It was several minutes before Channah finally took a deep, relieved breath and, apparently too fatigued to stand, practically crawled forward to wash her hands once again in the stream, before drying them again on her dress. “Ohhh… thank you, girls. Your mortification was so hot. I love to see you suffering, emotionally and physically at once. If you can train yourselves to get aroused while you’re suffering that way—” she ignored the girls’ noises of shocked protest—“You’d really learn to endear yourselves to me. Now, set your triggers and twisters in that little pool there for safekeeping, but stay over there, well back from me and the stream, until you’re done. Well—more precisely, until I’m satisfied you’re done.”
“We’re not done yet?!” Chas asked incredulously, amusing her again.
“In the main, my darling bimbette. But to be safe, I’m going to give your tummies and bowels a few minutes to settle and finish whatever activity they may have remaining in them, while you attend to what I’m explaining. We must be absolutely sure that you’re both done and pure.”
“Mistress….” Penny whined. “I can’t stand myself! Let alone—”
“Good!” she snorted. “You can’t imagine how much that pleases me. Do you disgust yourselves?”
“Yes, Domina, “they admitted miserably.
“Tell me. Tell me!”
“The smell—it’s terrible. And my skin—even the rocks around us—this is worse than Sodom!” Penny bawled.
“I’m certain I’m going to be sick all over again—every minute I have to kneel here!” Chas wailed, proving her words with a dry-retching sound that momentarily cut off her ability to speak.
Channah whooped. “That’s perfect! You girls are a delight to me. Although clearly I’ve been treating you too well. But have a thought for your betters, Miriam and Rivqah. Stop thinking about yourselves, and start thinking about them! They’re going to have to kiss your nasty bottoms when we get back to the game, aren’t they?”
“Yes, Domina,” the girls admitted, surprised to remember it, or perhaps even to start to suspect it might be an actual possibility.
“And they deserve the very best, don’t they?”
“Yes, Domina!”
“Certainly, better than you two. Just as I do. So show us all the proper respect for our relative stations and have the patience to make certain you are clean as a whistle before we have to touch your nasty bodies.”
“Yes, Domina,” they mumbled in shame.
“Turn and face me, and get down on your knees and elbows in a proper posture of respect.”
“But the surface of the rock—” Penny began, gesturing unnecessarily at the spray of liquid filth polluting every inch of the stone around them, almost to the edge of the pool and stream. Meeting the unexpectedly implacable and dark fury in Channah’s eyes, she started, even before Channah growled:
“One more bit of sass or resistance of any kind out of you and I’ll make you lick that entire side of the ledge clean with your tongue before I allow you to wash yourself. If I sense anything other than gratitude and unqualified respect from you, you’ll have nightmares for a year from the things I force you to do in the next two hours. Do you understand me, Penance Batonnoir?!”
“Yes, Domina!” Penny corrected herself, and her attitude, with an alacrity that clearly pleased Channah, an ugly smile blossoming on her face at how genuinely cowed Penny was as she watched Penny scramble to assume the specified positon.
And after pausing and staring her slave down, she hissed: “Lower. Spready your knees and your elbows so your hips—and especially your nose—are half as far from your stinking corruption as they are now.”
“I’m so sorry, Domina, I swear it, I’ll be better!” Penny fell over herself to show how contrite she was, and how bereft of the hubris that often made her try to act better than the chattel slave she was. “I’ll be a good girl, Mistress! Thank you for this chance to apologize and do better! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Domina, I’ll be your good girl!”
“Of course!” She crowed with satisfaction. “You’re such a prissy, affected little snoot I should have guessed it! Now I have another way to control you when I really want to. Or how to punish you.” She laughed meanly when Penny moaned fearfully, continuing to revel in her own power, and rub Penny’s nose in her own helplessness and lowliness, so to speak. “Thank you for being so thoughtless and stupid as to reveal another profound vulnerability to me! Now I have two: Pain… and filth. One day, perhaps we’ll have a test to see which one breaks you faster. Unless you can continually impress me with your devotion and submission.”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny whispered fearfully, her voice shocked with horror. “That won’t be necessary, I swear it!”
“You should be grateful I’m consigning you to my husband’s control. I advise you to sink completely into your desire to surrender to him, and learn how to embrace the benefit and blessing of willing surrender, before I waste another minute on you. Otherwise, you will find it very emotionally stressful to serve me with the level of meanness and humility I will require.”
“Yes, Domina, I’ll try, Domina, I promise!” Penny babbled. “Thank you, Domina!”
“And your lowly position is thoroughly appropriate. You should be humble. I am about to reveal to you my destiny, and yours. Your place in this world. Your significance, such as it is, here; and the meaning and purpose of your existence.”
Channah felt inordinately pleased with herself. As the girls knelt, shivering and miserable, their guts still cramping and their nostrils and eyes assaulted and assailed by the evidence of their lowest form—and how easily she could reduce them to it—she, their master, relaxed easily on a clean rock in a fresh warm breeze, overlooking a beautiful deep valley on a fresh morning, pulling a piece of cloth and a lacquered box from the folds of her robes.
Literature Section “07-41 Filth and (Mis)Fortune—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 41 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—4994 words—Accompanying Images: 2510-2521—Published 2025-11-18—©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: Playing the demonic card game, Perdition Tarot, Channah has wagered Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants against Húanglóng; and everyone has wagered some combination of money, dares, and sacrifices on every trick and deal. The doors have been sealed, the atmosphere is rowdy, the stakes are high, and everyone in the Lodge is intoxicated. Queen Channah, well-known for and quite intent on maintaining her reputation as a good sport who pays her debts, is descending into a dark mood for reasons other than, but somehow bound up with, the game. After impulsively commanding their servants to satisfy them sexually, the second round of play is about to begin. NOW:
The eight demons resembled lizards in the sun, lying motionless and relaxed with their eyes barely open. Beneath and before them—or in Esmeray’s case, near them and with more determination than anyone else—their human and cambion servants waited, carefully still, determined not to disturb their masters or be the first to draw attention in the slowly-stretching stillness and silence. By the time the succubae, incubus, and dragon began stirring, the open-air design of the house was working its magic, clearing and re-energizing the stale atmosphere around them.
Channah and Húanglóng, whether from superior constitution or the call of duty, came back to life first, Channah immediately glancing to her part of the table, looking for her hand of cards. “Do you have our cards, Tifaret?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Tifaret stretched as she answered, fishing their hand from a pocket sewn into her dress.
“Very good.” Channah stood up, rearranging her own dress and speaking to Penny: “Once Tifaret releases your legs, bring us more wine and water. And maybe a sna—” stepping away from the nonresponsive Penny, she looked down and realized she was unconscious, passed out in the stillness that had followed their lovemaking, her mouth open and her eyes closed, snoring quietly. Drawing her foot back to prod her, she thought further on it and turned to Esmeray. “You owe me. You owe us all.”
“Yes, Domina,” Esmeray agreed hastily, scrambling to her feet, acknowledging her debt. “Wine and water for everyone, immediately!”
Channah continued to stare down at Penance, hands on hips, considering what to do with her.
“Perhaps best to leave her alone, Your Majesty,” Fang offered. “Frankly, I think we’re lucky she hasn’t gotten sick.” She giggled. “The stakes are higher than her constitution is prepared to tolerate. I was sure illness was where she was headed. Perhaps we can wake her up for the next deal, and spank her after everyone has their cards?”
“Spank–? Oh, yes,” Channah chuckled quietly. “Or earlier, when it’s time for her to kiss my ass.” Suddenly she looked back at the table, then shrugged in resignation to see someone—most likely Esmeray—had beaten her to the humans’ hand, forestalling any possibility of securing her victory now.
After a moment’s consideration, she nudged Penny awake with her boot in her groin; and when that didn’t work, she reached down and twisted her hair, yanking her head up, slapping her cheeks, and finally pinching her nostrils shut until the girl’s confused eyes opened and she gasped for breath. She staggered back up into her seat, urged by Channah’s insistent hands, blinking and moving like one entranced and sitting quietly where Channah put her. Not disinterested—her eyes followed the activity around her—but subdued. Fang reminded her she had an empty chamber pot under her seat if she felt sick.
When everyone was back in their places, they played the second deal. Everyone sensed the dark mood gathering in Channah from the moment she saw her cards on the first deal, getting even stronger as she played. And she played terribly, making egregious errors. Those who had gambled with her before knew something was amiss—something other than losing at cards—guessing by simple process of elimination what the nature of the problem was, if not its exact form or portent. Cards only served two purposes, after all. Nor did she seem frustrated or angry, as a bad loser might be expected to seem; but deeply pensive instead. Still, it meant she wasn’t in the easy, approachable mood she usually maintained at cards; and now everyone at the table except Húanglóng found themselves second-guessing how their sovereign would react to unwelcome news. And in Húanglóng’s case, the similarly tricky task of second-guessing his wife’s reactions.
“Are you… throwing the deal?!” Húanglóng finally blurted out, astonished.
“Never!” Rivqah and Miryam blurted out, angrily, as Channah opened her mouth with a sour—but shocked—expression, ready to answer.
“Wait! Don’t answer that at risk of cheapening the stakes!” Húanglóng prevented her from answering by raising his hand sharply, glaring at her until she closed her mouth firmly, her irritation plain in her expression. “This is a chance I’ve been waiting for ever since I heard the stories about the orgy with Claudius—”
Channah cracked a smile despite herself, shaking her head “No. No!” While Miryam and Rivqah both giggled.
“Wait, let me finish! If you’re not throwing the deal, I’ll cover your bet. But if you are throwing the deal, you’ll give him the Claudian Forked Tongue.” The entire table gasped, shocked and titillated at once.
Hearing the intensity of the table’s reaction, Chastity dropped what she was doing and looked sharply around the table.
Meanwhile, Miryam was shouting: “Slanderer!” genuinely upset at Húanglóng’s suggestion.
“Our Mistress would never throw a game!” Rivqah amplified.
“You must be higher than my little redhead,” Channah laughed at Húanglóng. “How am I supposed to respond to that without cheapening the stakes, revealing the answer by my own, before you say ‘done’?!”
“Fuck. Maybe Kadidia’s remarkable laudanum is stronger than I had realized,” Húanglóng conceded.
“He probably would have agreed anyway!” Judas snickered. “You missed an opportunity there.”
“I’ll take the bet!” Miryam and Rivqah both slammed their fists down on the table loyally, looking at one another with surprise.
Miryam blurted: “But you’re covering for my—our—bet, not the original bet!”
“Second!” Rivqah insisted.
“Fine! Done!” Húanglóng brought his own palm down, followed in rapid order by Channah’s devoted ladies.
“WAIT! Foul! Or—spoiled bet—or—” Channah looked frustrated with her inability to identify the correct phrase. “Whatever. Point being, this is a bet that cannot be made without my consent!”
“‘Missing party,’” Fang supplied the correct objection quietly.
“What she said!” Channah snapped her fingers for emphasis, glaring at Húanglóng with a faint twinkle in her eyes.
“NO! No harm, no foul!” Húanglóng insisted. “You can’t complain about a bet merely because you benefit from it!”
“I—I—” Channah scrambled for words.
“HA!” Húanglóng pounced, as if he’d just completed a brilliant mathematical proof.
“I will be harmed!” Channah insisted. “My reputation is on the line here! Was I too subtle in assuring Princess I’m no sellout that you don’t see my credibility is what’s truly at stake here?!”
“Oh, bother! But I’m sure we can find a solution to buy you off,” Húanglóng suggested.
“Your Majesty, with respect, that’s not enough—Penny is also a missing party!” Chastity blurted, stoutly and bravely, everyone at the table looking first at her, then at the dazed Penny.
“The blonde bimbo lacks standing to object!” Judas shouted.
Húanglóng blinked. “Exactly! She’s not a part of this bet!”
“Then I—I object,” Penny added, frowning as if she were trying to figure out what she was objecting to.
Fang’s eyes glittered. “You’re standing up for your teammate, is that what you’re saying?” she asked, quietly and calmly, with a confidence that would have given Chastity pause if she were closer to sober.
“Yes, Your Grace!” Chastity swallowed, looking nervous. And then, when the entire table whooped with delight, and even Channah looked intrigued out of her foul mood, Chastity looked terrified. “What?”
“I’d say it’s a pity that by my calculation, just as Her Majesty says, her consent is required here,” Fang shrugged.
“Well… as reluctant as I am to consent, the stakes have been raised through the roof, now I kind of feel torn…” Channah mused.
“Consent!” Judas urged her immediately, chanting: “CONSENT! CONSENT! CONSENT!” Looking around the table and making encouraging gestures until almost everyone who wasn’t human, was clapping or pounding on the furniture and chanting with him.
Trying ineffectively to smother her smile, Channah raised her hands for silence. “QUIET!” And once she had it, she chortled. “I’ll consent on two conditions: I get to defend my honor by warming them up first, and they be purged and purified first.”
“Ohh…. Fuck,” Miryam cursed, the look of confusion and hurt on her face mirrored by Rivqah’s, even as almost everyone else in the room slammed their fists down with an enthusiastic “DONE!”
“You said you were standing up for your teammate!” Húanglóng took Chas by her long blond hair and shook her head. “Say ‘done!’”
“Your Majesty, I—I—” Chastity looked terrified.
“Her point was that Penance is incapable of agreement,” Esmeray interjected, calmly but not entirely happily. “She agreed to stand up in Penny’s place, but it was to assert her incapacity, Mistresses and Masters.”
“Ah-ha!” Judas thundered, nodding confidently, as if he’d just come up with a definitive explanation of the motions of the heavens. “But she did agree to stand up for her! And she IS capable of consent!”
“Regrettably,” Kadidia growled, “Much as I hate to admit it, I’m certain that doesn’t make any sense, Judas. You’re as addled as the rest of us.”
“Fuck,” Húanglóng grimaced, turning Chas’s terrified face so he could glower at her at extremely close range.
“But Esmeray can agree on behalf of her team,” Fang suggested quietly, the same glitter in her eye as when she had trapped Chastity a few minutes earlier.
And instantly, the demonic and cambionic eyes in the room all swiveled to focus on Esmeray.
“No, I’m sorry,” Esmeray shook her head firmly. “They’re my teammates. And I’m their qahramanah. And I don’t know… what this—‘forked tongue’ is.” And, faced with the stony, unflinching gazes and silence of the rest of the room, she shrugged and spread her hands. “It sounds bad!”
“That’s fine,” Channah agreed quietly. “You’re standing on the rules of the game. And you’re entitled to do so.” And after a momentary pause for emphasis, she continued: “As are we. Henceforth, we all shall expect your strict compliance with the rules. No more special consideration.”
“Hear hear!” the other succubae applauded, with an undercurrent of special enthusiasm.
“This game is getting better and better,” Kadidia murmured, expressing the sentiment of the crowd.
“Yes. It. Is,” Húanglóng agreed decisively.
Esmeray looked physically ill. “Please—Mistress—Mistresses—I—”
“Please, Mistress, don’t force her! I’ll consent,” Penny interjected, glancing back and forth between Channah and Esmeray.
Channah shook her head. “Your and Chastity’s ability to give consent have been challenged. So it must be Esmeray.” And lied vindictively: “This is, after all, a matter of honor.” Glaring into Esmeray’s terrified eyes, she continued: “Fang, why don’t you go first. Assuming Húanglóng’s consent to cheapen the stakes, spank her teammate as savagely as you like,”
“I consent,” Húanglóng agreed quietly.
“And then I’ll deliver on my promise. I think the Claudian Forked Tongue is easily within the parameters of the bet already made. I expect I can remember what I did in Rome.” Her gaze remained, unblinking, on Esmeray.
“Oh, all right, Mistress!” Esmeray burst out, looking miserable and ashamed. “I agree! We agree! I’m sorry, Mistresses and Masters—please! Please, we agree! Done! Done! Done!” she pounded her palm on the table three times.
Channah smiled at her, a terrible and cold smile showing she was not ready yet to forget, let alone forgive, and hinting at the possibility of retribution to come, as the rest of the room whooped in delight. “Then let’s finish the hand,” she suggested, her quiet voice dripping with malice.
At the end of the deal, Esmeray and Penny had won the hand again; and Channah had come in dead last, despite a notable improvement in her playing after the side-bet. Her mood was pushing the atmosphere of anxiety to even greater heights. Tifaret did her best not to whoop and crow as she raked in the other players’ antes, all too aware what a mood Channah had been in even before Esmeray’s brief flare of defiance had pushed her into worse. Players and lovers alike shifted uncomfortably, hesitant to predict what Channah would do next.
Blinking and realizing the hand was over, Channah shook her head and snorted. “It’s time to perform, isn’t it?” Sighing, she confessed what several at the table had figured out when she gave her conditional assent to the bet: “I wasn’t throwing the game per se. Not on purpose. Rivqah, Miryam, I am ever-grateful for your unswerving loyalty. I would never have meant to throw a game And all of you—I apologize for letting the side down. I suppose—I was trying to resist the Wheel of Fortune.”
Several demons gasped at the confirmation, even though it was of something they had suspected. The humans all seemed, to different degrees, confused, fearful, curious, or—in Esmeray’s case—guilty. “With predictably poor results,” Channah amended. “I suspect—no, I’m sure—the fates were forcing my hand. And I was momentarily focused on trying to resist them, not playing to win.” Shaking her head as if to clear it, she snapped: “Let’s satisfy honor first, and continue this discussion before the next deal, when our dealer is fully conscious again.” Heading toward the door, she snapped: “Jacob, Oliver, Hong, and Huifen—with me. Fang, would you like to wake her up, while I find the girls’ kits?”
“Very much so,” Fang smiled evilly, crooking her finger at Chas, who gasped and raised her hand to her breasts questioningly.
“You and your little companion can both drape yourselves face-down over that divan,” Fang pointed. “Tight against one another, like you’re two peas in a pod.”
“But—Mistress—” Chas sputtered, as Penny managed to look indignant through her frustration at the injustice of what was happening around her.
“But what?” Fang asked distinctly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Chas blushed, hurrying to obey her to cheers and applause. Esmeray, unbidden, her head down refusing to meet anyone’s eyes, helped the girls reposition the divan; before scurrying to take the chamber pot and set it directly under Penny’s face in case she got sick. Although she made a couple of incoherent noises, she appeared to remain asleep even after she had been moved into position.
“Go on, tight up against Penny,” Fang sang, with a suggestive push on Chas’s ribcage. Humming merrily after asking Boubacar to fetch her another glass of wine, Fang carefully pulled up each girl’s dress, leaving their bottoms and even their backs bare, before raising her own dress and settling daintily onto their backs, skin to skin, centered between them with her legs spread to the outside of both girls’ hips. Still humming, she rubbed her hands lasciviously over both girls’ buttocks, thighs, taints, and purses, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with her audience and giggling at the way the girls shivered and sighed from Fang’s gently teasing fingers.
Channah returned to the room, alone, as Fang began swatting her victims’ backsides, slapping her palms against their buttocks, left, right, left, right. First striking the girls’ inner cheeks, then their outer ones; third using her right hand against Chastity, under her right leg, then her left hand against Penance, under her left leg; fifth using her right hand on Penance and her left on Chastity. She varied her blows unpredictably, hard smack then soft pepper, fast-drumming in sequence then slow-falling and brushing against their flesh in leisurely fashion. The only consistency was the average intensity over the course of her overall arc, beginning mildly and growing steadily heavier, like a gathering thunderstorm.
Beneath her, Chastity remained stoic and still for a long time; while Penance quickly began to respond to her punishment with twitches and moues, rapidly escalating to jerks and whines, then outright struggles and cries. “I’m sorry, Chas,” Penny whispered, embarrassed.
“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Chas assured her back, also whispering. “You didn’t do anything.” It wasn’t that either of them believed they could keep their exchange private; but simply that it was private, directed to one another, not wanting or inviting input from anyone else in the room.
Their audience seemed torn, between staying where they were to enjoy the slow, steady pinkening of the sacrifices and the irregular, unpredictable dance of Penny’s hips and legs as she tried unsuccessfully to remain still; and shifting their chairs or simply standing behind Fang to watch the girls’ faces turn red and their expressions grow increasingly stressed.
“I offer anyone a Hate the redhead starts crying first!” Judas called out.
“That’s a sucker’s bet, if I’ve ever heard one!” Kadidia replied, over a chorus of guffaws. “No one’s going to accept that. But I will bet you Fang can make blondie cry, too!”
“Fine. Done!” Judas responded as they slammed their hands down.
Fang laughed, and without pausing or showing any disruption to her assault, bantered: “I’m insulted! I should object on the grounds of nonconsent, but I’d much rather insist on my right to take Kadidia’s bet. And triple it!”
“Yes!” “Outstanding!” the crowd applauded gleefully.
“Fine! It will be worth it to see you win!” Judas conceded.
“May I at least gamble on how long it takes Penny to cry?” Kadidia began. But barely before she finished her sentence, Penny started crying, provoking a round of laughter and mockery. “Never mind!”
“I think that slave is defective!” Tifaret shook her head.
“In so many ways,” Rivqah snorted.
“You have no idea,” Channah concurred.
“She’s defined by her shortcomings,” Miryam elaborated, chortling.
“I can see that!” Tifaret agreed.
“We can all see that!” Húanglóng laughed, applauding.
“Esmeray, be a dear and hand me my shoes,” Fang commanded as she reached down to wrap her finger and thumb around the base of Penny’s scrotum, squeezing hard and stretching it backwards out from the protective globes of Penny’s buttocks to where she could reach it.
“Yes, Domina,” Esmeray obeyed her, kneeling before her and gently removing her high heeled sandals, waiting patiently until Fang, holding Penny’s scrotum stretched back hard between her finger and thumb, used her free hand to take the shoes and set them on the table in front of her.
“It is a tiny little thing, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically, swatting hard and then—with a predatory, triumphant expression—using her long fingernails to jab Penny’s balls and delighting to hear Penny’s cries grow louder and more urgent. “And getting smaller.”
Choosing one, she held it by the heel and used the flat, hard sole to slap Penny’s scrotum, over and over until she was bawling up a storm, before jamming the heel into the soft, spongy flesh for good measure. “You do know that, don’t you, missy?” Fang asked. “Long-term chastity makes your little penis even littler. And softer. Some girls lose their ability to get hard at all,” she smirked, making eye contact with her audience as Penny whimpered between screeches. Finally, when her sack was as red as her bottom, Fang reached back around her to look down at Penny “Open up!” she commanded, shoving the heel into Penny’s mouth and warning: “Hold it gently with your lips. Don’t you dare scratch my beautiful shoe with your nasty teeth!”
Penny made a sound of obedience as best she could manage as Fang took her other shoe and repeated the same process on Chastity’s scrotum, only harder and longer to win her bet—elevating the level of intensity, and thus pain, until she was satisfied with the agony expressed by Chastity’s crying mouth and flailing limbs.
When Esmeray, still seeming guilty, finally said: “I see tears, Domina!” the room cheered. Fang visibly relaxed, making the weeping Chastity hold her other shoe as she resumed her more-conventional spanking.
“I suppose I’m holding up the game,” Fang offered.
“It’s quite all right, dear, we’re all terribly amused,” Kadidia responded.
“Only—I feel—I need to finish their discipline properly!” And then, addressing her charges, she cautioned them with a series of particularly-heavy slaps: “And—never—ever!—drink from my glass without permission AGAIN! Do. You. Understand?!” She demanded. At the same time, she accelerated her attack into a frenzy of blows, until they were whining and moaning urgently and emphatically around the shoes in their mouths.
“Good! I think they’re sufficiently contrite and awake for—whatever it is—you have planned, Your Majesty,” Fang offered. “And Penny didn’t even get sick. Yet.”
“Thank you my dear,” Channah replied, standing, picking up the two wooden boxes she had collected and starting around the table towards them. “I hate to disrupt you—” she began.
“Your slavegirls are most comfortable, Majesty,” she conceded, rolling her hips sensuously as if testing them. “And their skin is soft as lambs’ wool. I will miss their backs warming my bottom.”
“Please, keep them there in position for me another moment.”
“Happily. Although I’m not sure if they’ll miss my hands warming theirs quite as much!”
“Not yet!” Channah suggested. “But given enough time and conflicting messages….”
“It’s quite common,” Fang agreed; “If you’ll give me that much time with them. I have the impression you plan on keeping them busy….” and cooing, she stopped slapping and started stroking them, quite gently and entirely skillfully, right up and down their cracks, taints, and scrotums, causing them both to bloom with goosebumps and moan from the unexpected and undeniable pleasure. “Any animal can be domesticated,” Fang finished her thought.
“Especially the weak and pliant,” Channah added, approaching them, setting the boxes down, setting Fang’s shoes down on the floor below their heads, and holding two marbles in front of their mouths, one copper and one gold. “Speaking of which… open up, girls. Go on. Unless you don’t want the lubrication?” The room laughed as the girls swiftly popped the balls in their mouths, hanging their heads in shame. “You’re right of course, Fang. I do have work for them, starting with the King’s upcoming visit. I expect these girls to be the toast of the court. Several courts. And the heteraslakos. I demand it, really, after all the training and pampering they’ve received.” And then, frowning, she spoke to them again: “Time’s up. Drop it, doggies!” She sneered as the balls fell into her hands. “Yuck. Bad puppies, drooling so much.” Stepping around Fang, she expertly popped the two balls into the girls’ bottoms, goosing each of them for good measure as she wiped her hands across their red, inflamed backsides. “Pound those in for me, will you Fang?”
“Certainly, Mistress,” Fang replied, half-slapping and half-punching the girls right on their vulnerable cracks, even as Channah moved around them again and snapped her fingers, before shoving them in their mouths. “Clean!”
Patting their bottoms proprietarily, and promising: “I look forward to doing this again with you girls for real on the heteraslakos!” Fang stood, commanding the girls: “My shoes.”
“And thank your Mistress for spending her valuable time correcting you!” Channah reminded them, watching approvingly as they kissed her toes murmuring their thanks, slipping her high heels back on in turn.
Fang petted each of them on the head, as if they were pets who had performed a trick successfully, before releasing them to Channah, who turned on her own heel and headed toward the door, breezily commanding them: “This way, girls!” without pausing, leaving them to scamper after her. And with a throaty, unsettling laugh, she promised: “We’re going to make you cleaner than you’ve ever been in your life.”
Literature Section “07-40 Dangerous Games: Wrecked and Reckless”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 40 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—3873 words—Accompanying Images: 2503-2509—Published 2025-11-11—©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 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.
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!”
“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.
“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.
“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.
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Húanglóng have agreed to resolve a disagreement between them by betting on a game of Perdition: Demonic Tarot. When Penny is upset to find her services anted up into the pot, Channah dares her to raise the stakes and fight for herself. The game is beginning with the serious business of betting enhanced by shameless teasing and cheating on the side. NOW:
“As the hostess, it falls to me to call for the stakes. With the House whole,” Channah began, batting her eyelashes at her husband: “Sweetie dear, since you are offering a condition…”
Húanglóng responded, rolling his eyes: “Yes, dear. Channah, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of myself and two of my best vassals—their selection being subject to your veto—to spend exactly one week at Sademtsaowah using every ounce of our persuasive powers in good faith training every jariya you deliver to us there during the week we are committed to staying. And as a condition for inducing you to make a counter-stake, I renounce any claim that under our marriage contract, marrying chattel would change their status or their treatment.”
“Thank you, my love,” Channah smiled and reciprocated: “Húanglóng, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of my servants George, Jacob, Esmeray, Chastity, and Penance, with Fang’s consent Huifen—”
Fang quietly but audibly intoned “Consent.”
“and with Kadidia’s consent Boubacar—”
Kadidia likewise murmured “Consent.”
“In their present condition less any losses they incur during this esteemed game, for a period of exactly one week, with title and no restrictions of any kind except that you must return them in at least as good as the condition you received them, subject to normal wear and tear. I will deliver them to you without anything else, not so much as a stitch of clothing or a sip of water, if you can win more tricks than me before the House is unsealed.”
“Your counter is acceptable, and my offer is firm.”
“I accept it.”
“DONE!” they both cried, slamming their fists on the table.
“Well-met and well-bet!” came several approving cries from around the table.
Practically before the cheers were finished, Judas impatiently barked:
“As stakes for every trick of this game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that every member of the team losing the highest-ranked card, take a deep draught. And as a condition for inducing the members of each team to agree, I propose every member of the Lodge finish a tankard or a bong before each deal and certify their compliance by pronouncing themselves ‘Staked and Baked’!”
“Seconded!” Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Kadidia all roared at once. “Vote!”
“Aye!” every demon at the table announced, and then immediately stared at Penny, whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and had to close her mouth before she gulped.
“Excuse me, Mistresses and Masters.” Turning to her teammates she asked “What do you think?”
While behind her came a chorus of loud boos and razz noises. Penny glanced back, looking indignant, and burst: “What?! Mistresses.”
“This isn’t a democracy!”
“Who do you think you’re playing with?!”
“I was told the rules—” more catcalls immediately drowned out Penny’s ability to speak, and almost, she capitulated, but noticing several players were laughing, Jacob looked pissed, Tiferet looked curious, and the human lovers looked resigned (and ignoring George’s confused expression), Penny frowned thoughtfully, turning back towards her teammates.
Before she could even articulate her question, Chas, with a gesture for her to hurry, said: “Yes! Yes! Of course!”
“Fine,” Esmeray agreed, unphased.
“Ah—Aye?” Penny said back to the table
“DONE!” Judas led a chorus comprised of everyone at the table except Penny, likewise leading the Lodge by slamming his fist down into the table.
“PRINCESS!” Channah bellowed.
“Done,” Startled, she rapped the table unconvincingly, earning another round of complaints.
“Is this one as soft as she seems?” Judas demanded.
“She is!” Kadidia, Rivqah, and Miriam all chorused with various degrees of disparagement while Penny’s shoulders stiffened and Channah choked with laughter on the bong she was inhaling from.
Judas shook his head while Húanglóng barked, “I think I see where this is going! Doing—as you have asked—by applying my ingenuity to their training, I think we need to play by dragon rules. I propose we add the Dragon King rule for the duration of the game!” From their reactions, Channah and her handmaidens knew this rule, and would be likely to approve.
“I am not familiar with that,” Judas admitted, while several other players shook their heads to indicate the same.
“Point of order—” Penny raised her hand, being completely ignored by Húanglóng, who bellowed over her:
“I propose, starting immediately, that the starter of each deal be able to unilaterally change and add rules at the beginning of each deal!”
“I love it!” “Second!” “Vote!” various demons cried.
Penny seized a momentary silence to blurt out at high speed: “point-of-order-you-can’t-add-rules-the-first-round!” And then when the demons came up short, staring at her, she swallowed again. “Can you?”
Kadidia and Fang exchanged an amused, but intent look over Penny’s head that the girls would soon understand meant they were communicating through their minds. With a decisive nod, they both surprised Penny by sliding right up against her from either side, hooking their near arms under hers to push them behind their shoulders where they would be useless and locking them in place with their own arms, their near hands each reaching around Penny’s head to play with her hair and ears and giggling at her reaction.
“Hey!” Penny protested ineffectually. “Wha—you can’t—can you?!”
“Actually, we can, chattel,” Fang assured her. “As long as we don’t interfere with your game play—and since we haven’t even chosen the starter or the dealer yet, there’s no game to play—we can do—” she leaned in, brushing her lips over Kadidia’s hand and Penny’s ear to whisper: “whatever we want.”
“And make you do whatever we want,” Kadidia added, reminding her: “You’re still property of our Queen, and thus chattel to all the succubae. Chattel.” And then, seeing how Penny gasped, she reached her far hand around, nodding at Fang who followed her lead. Both of them placed their hands on Penny’s knees, and when she tried instinctively to snap them together, both succubae laughed, slipping their hands partway up Penny’s thighs and seizing them by their insides, pulling them insistently. “Are you… resisting, chattel?” her soft, pseudo-intimate suggestion hinting at closeness while being pitched loudly enough for the whole table to hear, provoking a round of expressions of surprise and mock-concern.
“No, Mistress,” Penny whined, deflating and yielding as the two succubae prised her knees apart and then gasping again in shock, amusing the other teams, as they deftly lifted them over their own knees.
Before their hands snuck back towards Penny’s crotch, almost making the poor girl hyperventilate.
“Don’t move them back unless we tell you to,” Fang whispered.
“No, Mistress!”
“Do you know what your Domina gave us?”
“No, Mistress?” Penny sounded uncertain and nervous.
“Access… privileges…” Fang hissed sensually, as her hand closed on Penny’s cage, squeezing it to command it to open and pulling it from her body, eliciting a deep, shocked breath that turned into a querulous squeal.
“She sounds scared!” Judas laughed. “Certainly not the reaction you’d expect from a girl lucky enough to have kept her cock. So far.”
“Oh, she doesn’t have a cock—look at it,” Fang simpered, leaning back so by leaning forward Judas could see it.
With a surprised sound, he laughed: “Point taken!”
“But her clitty is very. Hard,” Fang purred.
“And it is cute,” Kadidia teased.
“I’d warn you she hasn’t been allowed any cummies in some time and she’s close to popping but…” Channah shrugged.
“Oh, it’s obvious,” Kadidia laughed.
“Open your mouth,” Fang commanded her quietly; and then: “Wider.” And when Penny obeyed, she pushed the cage, and the hem of Penny’s dress, between her teeth, commanding her to “Hold those fast!” This, and the way they were holding her arms behind them and her legs on top of theirs, had two salutary effects: The first, of putting Penny completely on display for the very salacious attentions of her admirers, and the second, of shutting Penny up.
Fang held up a single finger, her index finger, so close to Penny’s face her eyes crossed, and then slowly and dramatically, dropped it between Penny’s legs, tickle-stroking her clit from one end to the other, eliciting a forceful, helpless squeak and a helpless shudder that caused the entire crowd to erupt in delight. Her face turned red and she writhed and shuddered helplessly under the intensity of Fang’s one, delicate, carefully-applied fingertip, entertaining the Lodge even as it embarrassed her. Most of all, it embarrassed her she couldn’t help her body’s (and if she could admit it to herself, her soul’s) responses to the things that were done to her, no matter how much she tried. It made her feel like a scandalous, sinful little hussy, and she was afraid it revealed her to be exactly that.
“What do you think… shouldn’t your team vote to play Dragon King Perdition? Hmm baby?”
“You know we’d think up ever such sensual and obscene pleasures a scandalous, sinful little hussy like you would adore!”
Penny made a sharp, screeching sound of protest as the room erupted in cruel laughter, mortified and dismayed to have her own thoughts—thoughts she wished she could stop herself hearing, or better yet even having—broadcast to the roomful of people around her.
“And I think we could add rules in the first round,” Kadidia managed to make it sound like something she’d just decided this moment, as her finger began brushing over Penny’s taint, slipping insidiously between the rising globes of her buttocks to explore and tease where they had not been invited. But Penny’s face and labored breath and glowing skin made it obvious to everyone in the room that she was incapable of offering resistance to any violation, however outrageous, if only her expert handlers were the ones to demand it of her. Her hips were starting to shift and roll, and the sounds she made when she breathed were becoming higher-pitched and harder. “Don’t you, ‘zuckerbär’?”
“Maybe—” Penny almost seemed to have forgotten her mouth was supposed to be holding her cage and hem; the dress didn’t fall far, but her cage would have fallen to the floor and rolled under the table if Fang hadn’t caught it and tossed it on the table before setting her hand back to work. “Domina Esmeray please—”
“Nooo,” her qahramanah promptly said, firmly and lyrically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world but she was trying to explain it to a child. Pushing her knuckles into Penny’s back, she urged her: “Say ‘no’ or say nothing!”
“Yes Mistress—I mean, no! OHOWOWOWW!” her voice jumped an octave and several decibels as Kadidia’s teasing finger curled with her other fingers into a vise she clamped around Penny’s purse, twisting and pinching it brutally enough that Penny instinctively started bringing her legs together and trying to struggle out of their arms. But they just laughed, Kadidia wrenching all the harder and Fang turning her own gentle fingertip into a raking claw.
“Legs spread!” they both commanded at once, and with a whimper, and then sobbing, Penny made herself yield, her knees shaking with the effort to fight her own instincts while Kadidia continued to hurt her, confused further as Fang kissed her sweetly… and then Kadidia, aggressively.
Around them, the assault on Penny was bad news for everyone else of lower status. The wisdom of Tifaret’s proactive attentions to her Queen became more obvious—by anticipating her liege’s pleasure, she at least had some measure of agency over how she served it. Whether Channah was kinder to her than her handmaidens had been to the cambions because of her demonic purity, or because of her cleverness, was not entirely clear. But their particular cruelty to Jacob seemed confirmed by how Rivqah, almost idly, was turning and twisting the nipple clamps she had just affixed to him. Oliver’s fate, meanwhile, was somewhere in the middle: Standing rigidly, facing away from the table, to form a seat-back for Miriam.
Húanglóng, sitting on the other side of Fang, snarled, making a mildly disgusted gesture towards Penny, its mildness expressing more about his laid-back personality than his opinion of people: “You’re rewarding her! She’s clearly a nervous Nellie, a sour-faced Puritan, and even worse—a pedantic pseudo-intellectual! All at once!”
“Pseudo-intellectual,” Channah crowed. “Ouch! I’ll have you know I’ve invested in years of education for these three!”
“They’re shitting cattle! Swine before whom you’ve cast your pearls. ‘Pseudo’ at best, I’d say. And I can assure you, little Ms. Twit—” Húanglóng shook his finger at Penny accusingly “—if you so much as open your entitled little mouth while you’re reporting to me, I’ll fill it immediately with something that needs servicing! Speaking of which….”
Everyone who was a full-blooded demon was laughing, as Húanglóng leaned behind Fang to grab Huifen around her waist and Hong by her arm, pulling them both over to him and sitting them on opposite knees as they squealed and purred perfectly for him. “Seeing as how you’re not using these…”
Fang’s face revealed little or nothing, but it can be said she didn’t look enthusiastic, or necessarily even pleased, by the King’s—not even her King’s—helping himself to her property.
Húanglóng would not have noticed if she had been more expressive; he was already locking lips with Hong, who was giggling and moving her hand between his legs, while Huifen followed her Mistress’s lead, leaning over to kiss his neck and running her hand over his chest.
On the other side of Esmeray, Judas, complaining: “I’m not going to be the only one left out! You two!” he snapped his finger at Chastity and Boubacar. “Come get on my knees!”
Chastity felt her heart flutter; she just couldn’t tell why. She felt fear, primarily of the unknown, but she also felt excitement, from that, and the way Judas looked; which was normal enough—not like the Dragon King with his nearly divine charisma and size—but fit and well-maintained. And not the tiniest part of her was glad someone had at least picked her! A minute later, despite her embarrassment at being ordered around and used as a prostitute, and by a male no less, she also felt herself hardening , provoking a pleased chuckle from Judas when he felt it. It was a vile, nasty, dirty, delicious, daring excitement she’d become trained to without ever intending to; a shameful, wicked, thrilling feeling just on the cusp between craving and nausea, that she hadn’t felt with such force since her fagmaster had graduated a year ahead of her. It was a kind of a sick, conditioned thrill serving the succubae hadn’t juiced her with. Chastity didn’t know why, exactly; only that her reaction to being dominated by Judas was stronger and more confusing than serving Mayaan, or Channah and her Duchesses.
She blushed a brilliant tomato red. And she kinda liked it.
Obviously, she was not alone in her helpless and conflicted reactions to her treatment. Fang was whispering, with mock-disgust: “She’s leaking!” just as—miraculously from Penny’s point of view—Kadidia released her brutal hold on Penny, moving her hand to yank Penny forward by her leg until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the divan and only her legs and arms were holding her aloft. Fang giggled, blowing on Penny’s ear. “I’m not sure if I did this by exciting her, or you made her pee in fear! A little bit of both, I think.”
“Either way, it will have to do,” Kadidia rumbled, collecting it on her fingertip and immediately pushing her long, powerful middle finger against, and then inside, Penny’s bottom as she cooed helplessly. Her cry degenerated rapidly into a strange, delighted, strangled, gurgling sigh of a kind. She concluded, with a satisfied smirk: “How’s it feel to be packed and jacked, sweetie?” The question was taken as rhetorical by the other demons, who laughed and applauded.
“Don’t sway!” Esmeray—the only one of the humans and cambions not being actively used by demons—took advantage of her situation to protect her team’s interests. Alarmed, she growled, tapping Penny’s shoulder insistently from behind, seizing Penny’s neck with her other hand and pulling back on it so she could bite the back of her neck sharply to keep her attention focused. “Demand they sustain your point of order!”
“I—er…” Penny croaked, her legs straightening and her toes pointing over her captors’ laps as she shuddered slightly: “Sustained—me—please…”
Channah, laughing with the rest of them but quite serious, slammed her palms on the table and commanded, with a resigned tone: “Stop! She is not to cum!”
And as Fang and Kadidia abruptly withdrew, laughing in a conspiracy of glances, they revealed the wreck that was left of Penny, her eyes rolled up inside the lids of her eyes, her mouth hanging wide open and gasping, her head rolling from side to side, lying with her hands curled around Kadidia’s and Fang’s shoulders holding tight for dear life, her legs straight out and toes curling back in a hyperextended split, her whole body shuddering on her captors as her sensitive little clit throbbed with as much yang as it could muster between her legs.
Kadidia casually dipped and waggled her finger in Penny’s wine cup and fed it to her, quietly ordering her to clean it, repeating the action until she was satisfied her hand was pristine, as the conversation continued around them.
The whole table stared with fascinated suspense as Judas cried “A Hate she still comes!”
“I’ll cover that action,” Rivqah answered. “Idiot.”
“How little he thinks of succubae!” Miriam agreed.
“Bring it in-house!” Tifaret demanded, requesting that he not merely lay a side bet but add stakes to the game, as Penny’s shaking slowed.
“Hear hear!” several others chorused.
“Whoever makes her cum first—” Judas started, distracted for good reason.
“No! Boo!” came shouts immediately from most of the succubae around them, laughing and shaking their heads.
“What?”
“You are not going to reward anyone for making her cum!” Channah complained.
“Whyever not?”
“Males!” howled the succubae from every direction, and even Judas laughed guiltily.
“Really, as with any steer, it wouldn’t be much of a bet, would it?” Rivqah observed. “I mean…” she gestured towards the still-struggling, gasping Penny.
Tifaret snorted, almost spitting out a mouthful of wine. “The only question would be whether we’d accidentally tear her little clit off as we fought to touch it first!”
“A touch is all it would take!” Fang agreed, smirking down at Penny’s bobbing member. “Still! She’s a horny little bitch.”
“And more to the point,” Húanglóng yelled, “No cheapening of the stakes!”
“I would never!” Judas thundered. “You impugn me, sir!” And then immediately undermined his own indignation by murmuring: “What did I do?” revealing he clearly had no idea what Húanglóng was talking about.
“This steer is already a stake between Channah and I,” the dragon explained, “Any jariya, but especially a steer, is worth more quick than slack!”
“Well, I mean… a bull is worth more quick, surely?” Rivqah frowned.
“Not to me,” Judas scoffed. “I don’t need them hard. Not that it’s ever a problem….”
The original steer in question finally started to calm, breathing more regularly, her muscles slowly relaxing from bow-taut to slumped, with a forlorn expression that amused those who saw it.
“Oh, all right,” Judas conceded. “But if you want a prudish bet it will be better-formed by one of my viraginous sisters.”
“Damned right you are!” Kadidia agreed.
As it happened, it it was Esmeray who startled them all by making a not-very-modest proposal: “As stakes for the game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that if any other team makes Penny cum, they have to clean it up with their tongues.”
The table erupted immediately with exaggerated objections before she was even finished: “No!” “Outrageous!” “She’s just a slave!” “She should reward us for that!”
So Esmeray had to raise her voice to finish her wager: “And if Penny or Chastity makes her cum, I’m going to fist them with the biggest item in their toybox and leave it inside the offender.”
The protests immediately trailed off as everyone at the table, while laughing or somehow managing not to, agreed that was fair. Well, everyone except Penny and Chas, who despite their respective distractions, were startled enough to stare at her in shock.
“I think that should protect your interests dear, and my plans,” Channah admitted. “Assuming, that is, Penny understands what we’re talking about?” Everyone immediately looked at Penny, whose expression was all the answer they needed. “I’d say she’s worked it out.”
Penny, afraid of being blamed for a demon’s work, could only manage: “Maybe it would be best if you—put my cage back on, Domina?”
As the players dissolved in laughter, Channah shook her head. “Certainly not! Esmeray, if you could learn to enjoy the interests of succubae you’d have a bright future at this game. That was an excellent wager. Now I feel torn between my plans for Penny and the bright spectacle of someone having to deliver! Exactly what this game is about!”
“Second!” called Kadidia, clarifying “the newly-proposed game stakes.”
Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam all roared at once. “Vote!”
“Done!” shouted everyone at the table, except Penny again (if she could even be said to be “at the table” anymore), whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and who didn’t even turn to her teammates before instinctively beginning: “No!—” But Esmeray was ready for her, bringing her hand up from Penny’s neck to her mouth, covering it firmly and pulling the smaller woman back against her shoulder as Esmeray declared “Done,” in her usual businesslike way. Penny instinctively reached up to seize Esmeray’s hands, but then hesitated, and instead of fighting, she obediently held onto Esmeray’s arm, looking indignant but uncertain.
Chas thought about trying to stand up for her friend, expecting (or perhaps, more accurately, hoping) it was pointless, and feeling guilty for her silence.
Kadidia, however, did act—offering a fresh bong to Esmeray and suggesting: “This will fill her as well as a cock and better than your hand.” And when she saw Esmeray wasn’t following: “Use it for a pacifier on your zuckerbär.”
“She’ll choke on it,” Esmeray assured her. “And then probably throw up. On us, Mistress.”
“From what I’ve seen of the girl, she’s likely right,” Fang conceded. “Perhaps she should stick with the spiked wine.”
Kadidia considered for a minute, then looked thoughtfully at Channah, her lips curved upwards in amusement: “You want to keep your wives and your bed sweet, don’t you?”
“Perhaps 3 nights out of 4,” Channah allowed. “And rough the other one.” The demons roared with laughter. “But…” Channah’s eyes narrowed. “I expect they’ll need to be sweet with their clients more often than that. But never dull,” she emphasized. “Never dull in my bed or with their clients. I have whorehouses full of those.”
“The Germans have been experimenting with all manner of tinctures.”
“Alchemists?”
“Some of them, yes; others, physicians. A Swiss one, Theophrastus von Hohenheim,” she laughed “with a choleric temperament that continually gets him into trouble has invented a number of laughably toxic and other dangerous concoctions, including one called laudanum. But his ‘laudanum’ does contain one ancient and proven medicine, a most agreeable tincture of the poppy, which I like to blend with the tincture of Má.” She set a small bottle on the table filled with a dirty dark-brown liquid. “It can be diluted in wine or simply mixed with honey or blackstrap molasses. Although Boubacar’s training is so far advanced, he will eat the tincture by itself!” Kadidia laughed, not quite pleasantly. “Make her suck on this until it’s empty. You’ll see.”
And when Esmeray nodded, Kadidia rolled it into Penny’s mouth, as Esmeray raised her hand, lowering it back down and then jiggling it in Penny’s mouth as she looked down at her, drinking up her affront and submission like a drug. “You heard grandmother. Suck on it for mommy. I said—” and then, seeing Penny comply, she looked back up at the table, well pleased with herself.
“Yes,” Miriam agreed, “It is good to silence a slave. To that end, for the benefit of and on behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the game that anyone who raises a point of order that a majority of the Lodge overrules has to spend the rest of the game as a—”
“Except dealing!” Channah interjected.
“The rest of the game except dealing, as naked furniture of choice for the starter team.”
It was seconded and done as quickly as it was proposed, Esmeray both agreeing and ensuring with a glance that Chas remained quiet and with her hand that Penance did. Although her eyes blazed with the injustice and unreasonableness of what was happening, Penny just clung to Esmeray’s arm, tears stinging her eyes.
Judas grinned evilly.
“Simply to keep the game interesting…”
“Oh, we must keep it interesting,” Channah agreed.
“On behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the trick that any team, including, ah—let’s see—Aristotle and Ms. Glower over there!” And he snapped his finger with his arm pointing toward Penny and Esmeray.
“Meoto,” Rivqah prompted, proposing one of Penny’s nicknames—chatterbox, which in Japanese also implied effeminacy.
“Yes! Meoto’s team! Any team with a member moving their flesh against Meoto’s clitoris and purse before the first card is played in each trick, may switch turn-order with anyone else for that trick.”
This proposal actually prompted a second of silence before people started responding. There were two “seconds,” but Miriam began hesitantly: “That… sounds like….” Then she shook her head. “Never mind.”
“It’s not a rule modification!” Judas insisted, knowing what she had been considering asking.
“Each party to the transaction is just agreeing they will switch their own place if they lose the bet, and since it’s a proposed rule for the lodge, everyone will have made the same agreement!”
“Plausible….” “I like it!” “Oh, come now, how can we resist?” The demons offered a variety of thoughts that fell somewhere between excuses and true agreements.
“Second, but only with the clarification that your flesh must be moving against hers at all times you’re touching,” Fang suggested, resting her hand familiarly—almost possessively—on Penny’s still bare lower belly, demonstrating by pushing and stroking her skin in a teasing game of proximity to Penny’s sex as she glanced at her victim and winked, before turning her attention back to the table, her hand lazily circling Penny’s belly and thighs and hips, as Penny froze like a deer in a bulls’-eye lantern, hardly breathing. “I don’t want any teams camping out on her flesh without taking a risk…”
Channah looked torn, but finally shrugged with the grudging suggestion of a smile. “Fine. It’s clever, Miss Fang. A delightful opposition of forces.”
Fang looked down at her victim and observed: “It may not be that much of a risk…. Your girl doesn’t seem to be much of an exhibitionist.”
“We’re working on her,” Rivqah offered spiritedly.
“Then your amendment—or ‘clarification’—is accepted and the stakes, so modified, offered again,” Judas announced, having it seconded and approved as quickly as in the previous round. “That’s what they call a ‘cum bet’ in Hazard.”
“And I supposed,” Fang drawled, “we’d call this little twig here a ‘cum bar’?”
“Precisely!”
Penny, in the arms of two different women, and yet in a counterpoise of her own, managed to look miserable and defiant all at once.
“Any other stakes?” Channah asked.
“Next round, certainly!”
“Then let’s play!”
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Hong explains the Succubaean Rules of Perdition to Esmeray and her jawari as follows:
BASIC RULES
Only suits and ranks are relevant to play. As in the Sixteenth Century, Pharaohs are high and naughts are low. “The Bouts” are 3 special trump cards: the Fool, I, and SSSIII.
CHANNAH’S FAVORITE RULE MODIFICATIONS AND VARIANTS
Players are encouraged to modify rules in as disruptive and confusing a pattern as possible to force the maximum number of player errors.
| Card | Description | Name | Translation |
| S ♠️ | beats everything | Karnöffel* | Inguinal Hernia |
| 7 ♠️ | beats everyting but S of ♠️ IFF led to a trick. It may not be played to start | Teufel; Böse 7 | Devil; Naughty 7 |
| 6 ♠️ | beats everything but S, 7 of ♠️ | Papst* | Pope |
| 2 ♠️ | beats everything but S, 6-7 of ♠️ | Kaiser* | Emperor |
| 3 ♠️ | beats everything but S, A, 6-7 of ♠️ & P of any suit | Barde | Bard |
| 4 ♠️ | beats everything but S, A, 3, 6-7 of ♠️ & P, H of any suit | Herzog | Duke |
| 5 ♠️ | beats everything but S, A, 3-4, 6-7 of ♠️ & P, H, C of any suit | Ritter | Knight |
*aka Pharaoh-beaters (Pharaonentecher)
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(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—king | Königin—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 |
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, while forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for and serve the lovers; before her First Husband dressed down her Secondary Wives for marrying Channah without his consent. NOW:
Rivqah had noticed George’s giant appendage beginning to stir at the sight of Húanglóng spanking Chastity and she leaned over, beginning to stroke him and whispering in his ear: “You like seeing girls get spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he admitted, pinkening with embarrassment, but hardly able to deny the physical evidence unrolling in front of him. “I—I like seeing anybody get spanked, but—but especially gurls, I think. T-girls.”
“I think it’s time for our Queen’s big moment,” Miriam suggested to Rivqah. “And since you’re stealing my stud—”
“Hey! Fair’s fair!” They both laughed, as Miriam stood, walked around George and Rivqah, and knelt in front of Jacob, looking up in his eyes as she began tickling him, enjoying the way his breath caught and the sly smile that started forming on his lips despite his best efforts to remain moody and resentful. “Don’t be such a pill!” she whispered to him good-naturedly. “You’re about to fuck the Queen. We all know you’re a smart and clever boy, but hello! The succubae, on the whole, are smart and clever, so our cambions are too! D’uh! Don’t be pissy about the fact your ticket to ride comes from down—here—” she kissed him “Just be glad you were invited at all. You’ve impressed the Queen, as well as us!” And she dove down.
Jacob groused: “Don’t you think she likes it better, knowing how much it pisses me off?!” Miriam popped him out of her mouth, making a mock-surprised face at Rivqah, who tried to stifle her own laugh in return. Still looking at Rivqah, Miriam hissed: “I think we all prefer that, now that you mention it.”
“I certainly do,” Rivqah answered. “And just did, in fact. Petulant little brat! So let the wittle baby be all steamy and mad so Channah can really enjoy him!”
The conflicting expressions on Jacob’s face, of vindication and rage to have confirmed his suspicions were correct, were priceless. But fortunately for their plans, he didn’t seem to be any better than Penny and Chastity at reining in his passions today.
While continuing to spank Chastity, who cried and wailed and twisted but couldn’t budge Húanglóng’s powerful hold a single inch, Húanglóng continued addressing all three of his wives, lead wife and secondary wives alike. “Chastity is a girl. She knows she’s a girl, she accepts she’s a girl, and yes, having been born a male, it’s perfectly understandable the shame she feels. Of course she’s ashamed! She was meant to be a man! Anyone born a male with even an ounce of pride would do everything in their power to fulfill their destiny as a man. But she’s given all that up and defied God’s laws and plans just so she can pursue her weak, greedy, selfish little cherished fantasy. She is a rightly-ashamed little girl. Now get back down in your place and thank me for spanking you and accepting you for what little you are!”
As Chastity scrambled to obey, holding her blistered bottom and whining fussily, hissing when she tried to lie down on her back and felt the pain from her freshly-abused bottom, Húanglóng snapped his fingers to summon his other ceshi: “Penance Batonnoir! Come here this instant!” At the same time, Channah was motioning for Esmeray to come over to her, even as she began pouring wine on her husband’s left foot so it dribbled into Chastity’s mouth as she waited for Esmeray to pick her way across the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy, please—” Penny whimpered, unable to cover her bottom with her bound hands but trying her best to keep it away from Húanglóng.
“Don’t you dare sass me, girl. Get over here!” Húanglóng seized her arm and threw her over Húanglóng’s right knee, using his right hand and left leg to lock her in place the same way she had held Chastity over her other knee a few moments ago.
“No, Daddy, please!” Penance whined, her attempt at resistance as satisfying as it was ineffective. When Húanglóng’s powerful right hand pushed her head down she knew she was his and fell limp, crying and waiting for his inevitable discipline, which promptly began, the lord’s left hand rising and falling with every bit of the speed and force he had used on her sister.
Penny immediately started bawling, which Húanglóng calmly put a stop to by pausing his spanking just long enough so Penny quieted down enough to hear Húanglóng explain: “I’m going to keep spanking you until I’ve finished lecturing you. If you’re making too much noise to listen, I’m simply going to keep spanking you without even starting my lecture, until you hush your mouth. So, it’s up to you. If you want your spanking to continue all day long, missy, you keep bawling.” And with that, Húanglóng resumed, spanking systematically, hard, and rapidly as Penny tried desperately to stifle her cries, wiggling and kicking over Húanglóng’s knee and doing her best to keep quiet long enough for Húanglóng to finish lecturing her.
“I can’t remember ever dealing with a bigger baby in my life,” Húanglóng began, shaking his head disapprovingly. “It’s like you almost want to be beaten! Has no one ever explained to you that nothing makes a demon want to hit you more, than knowing you’re weak and vulnerable and suffering?”
“Oh, I’ve told him,” Rivqah promised.
“As have I,” Miriam added.
“And I,” Channah laughed. “But she’s hard-headed. And ‘sensitive.’” Everyone laughed, as Channah handed off the bottle of double-spiked wine to Esmeray and made her way to where Miriam was fluffing Jacob. “Is it showtime?!” she asked her friend excitedly.
And Rivqah, without taking her eyes off George’s snake, which was slowly stretching and hardening under the attention of her fingers, answered: “Yes it is, my liege! The scarlet cushion is prepared for you. We tried to anticipate everything….”
“Oh, thank you dear, that’s so thoughtful,” Channah paused, stroking Miriam’s hair appreciatively. “Taking such special care of my boy. If you need one, we can bring over a sissy to finish the fluffing?”
Miriam observed: “Húanglóng is doing so well with them, I hesitate to interfere. And I don’t mind, Jacob’s delicious.” And she resumed working on Jacob while Channah, plucking a jar of lube from a tabletop, turned around and backed up, straddling Miriam, her thighs touching her handmaid’s shoulders, thrusting her bottom back until it was a few inches above Miriam’s neck—and therefore, right in Jacob’s face—and the top half of her body was bending forward, resting one hand on Miriam’s backside. “Get me ready for you, Jacob?” she pouted, holding the jar behind her and making appreciative noises as Jacob, chuckling, warmed the oil in his hands before rubbing it on Channah’s bottom.
Meanwhile, Húanglóng continued spanking and lecturing helpless, panting, trying-her-hardest-not-to-cry Penance: “I’m very upset with you, young lady!”
“I—I—I’m sorr—rree—Daddy!” she wailed, biting her lip to quiet down again instead of crying.
“For what?”
“I don’t know—whatever I did to upset you, Daddy! I want to please you so much!”
“That’s good, but apologizing for nothing, accomplishes nothing. I—want—you—to—listen!”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“Chastity is ashamed because she could have been a man, but she wanted—wants!—to be a weak woman instead. But you said you wanted to be a man!”
“I do, Daddy, I do, but I know I’m not!”
“Obviously not! And what did your Domina tell you?”
“I don’t kn—lots of things, Master! I mean Daddy!”
“What did she tell you about whether you were a man or a girl?”
“She told me I was a girl before I even knew it,” Penance whined, sobbing silently as the blows kept falling, using her shackled hands for the only thing she could use them for, pressing them into her mouth when she wasn’t talking to muffle her whimpering, so hopefully she wouldn’t upset her Daddy even more.
“And you want to be a man—as if you could! You’re lying over a bull’s lap locked up in chastity and being spanked while your wife gets ready for real men. Hello! Does that make you a man?”
“No, Sir, no Daddy!”
“What does it make you?”
“A sissy cuck, Sir,” Penny confessed miserably.
“You want to be something you’re not—a man!” Húanglóng’s laugh spoke volumes, and practically wilted Penance right in front of her eyes. “In defiance of your Domina!”
“No, Master—Sir—Daddy! I mean Daddy! I swear I would never defy my Domina! I love my Domina!”
“Liar!” Húanglóng growled, shaking his head. “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, young lady.”
“I swear! I swear!” Penny screeched desperately. “I’m telling you the truth!”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, oh yes, I promise of course ofcourseI’mtellingyouthetruthsir!”
“If you’re telling me the truth, I’ll let you up this instant. But if I can prove you’re lying, it will go very badly for you!”
“I’m telling the truth! I promise! I swear!”
“We’ll see. Did your Domina tell you you’re a girl?”
“Yes sir! Yes she did, Daddy! Oww ow oww…”
“And have you accepted what your Domina has decided for you? Or are you defying your Domina, and indeed your very—obvious—nature by hoping and fantasizing you’re a man?”
“I—oh—oh no,” Penny moaned, understanding Húanglóng’s point.
“Answer me!”
“I’m—yes! I’m sorry! I am defying my Domina, Daddy! Daddy, I didn’t I didn’t—iiieeee!” She squealed and twisted as Húanglóng, feeling it was time to make her pay for her defiance, picked up a belt from the bed beside him and began applying it to Penance’s ass, its steady crack exciting the succubae in the room as much as it sent Penny to the bare edge, almost suffocating herself to try and remain quiet until Húanglóng was finished with what he needed to say.
“You better be quiet, sissy! You’ve already lied to me and defied your Domina! Do you want to get in even more trouble?”
“No, I’m sorry, Sir! I’m sorry!” and she twisted her body just enough so she could push her face into the crack between Húanglóng’s hip and the bedsheet to muffle her own cries more effectively than she could do with her hands alone.
“So to recap: Have you defied your Domina?”
“Yes Master—ow!” she began.
“And have you lied to me?”
“Yes Daddy I’m so sorry for being a bad boy—I didn’t mean to, I promise!”
“Another promise? Really? So soon after your previous false promise has been exposed?”
“Yes Dadd—I mean no, Daddy!! Ow!”
“Then let’s try my question again, and this time, just answer me as you’ve been instructed to!”
“Yes Sir, Daddy sir!”
“Have you lied to me?!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“And did you defy me?!”
“No Daddy nev—I—I don’t know Daddy, I’m sorry, I—I don’t know!”
“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?!”
“I mean—I mean—I can’t think of any—I can’t think of how I’d defy you, but I’m afraid I did something accidentally without realize—”
“Did you tell your Domina and me, just now, that you want to have sex with women, not men?”
“Yes, Daddy! I remember that Daddy!” she said gratefully, nodding frantically. “Yes, I said that Daddy!”
“After I, a man, warned you I planned to use you for sex?!”
“What?! Oh—oh I see, I’m so sorry! I did that too, Master! I’m bad. I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorrreee!” she wailed before forcing her mouth and nostrils down into the crack between her spanker’s leg and the bedspread to silence herself again.
“Yes! You! ARE! I! Expect! You! To! Do! Better!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You’d better!”
“I will! I promise I will!” Penny squealed and then started bawling. “I can’t—I can’t stop crying! It hurts too much, Daddy! Daddy, my bottom hurts! I’m sorry for crying, I know I’m a crybaby—”
“Lilith and Cain!” Húanglóng rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You need to stop crying and start apologizing. Get on your knees in front of me. Right! This! Instant!”
“Yessir, Yesdaddy!” Penny dropped like a sack of potatoes from her position over Húanglóng’s knee to her knees between Húanglóng’s feet, still sobbing, now facing Húanglóng and immediately moueing at what she saw. At what filled her vision.
“Chastity! Get up here, right next to your sister!”
“Yes, Daddy!” Chas yelped, moving with alacrity to push to her knees, and then squiggle in tight against Penny, the two of them tightly crammed together to fit between Húanglóng’s knees. Húanglóng took their heads and pushed them together, cheek to cheek. “If the crybaby can shut her mouth for one instant!” (she could, sounding like a greased pig dropped into a sloped sewer pipe) “you can hear the adults are getting ready to play again. Can’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy!” the girls nodded frantically, in no doubt as to what they were hearing: Channah moaning with pleasure; Jacob grunting with satisfaction; George gasping and writhing.
“You two have frustrated me and forced me to focus on punishing you, instead of celebrating with my principal wife! That’s inexcusable and now you need to make it up to me—and her—by getting me caught up. Tell me the truth: Do you two sissies want to please me?”
“Oh, YES Daddy!” They both gushed, nodding wildly.
“I want to please you so so so bad, Daddy!” Penny gushed.
“Me too! Even more!’ Please let me please—please give me a chance to show it!” Chastity interjected.
“Do you know what my name means? ‘Húanglóng’?”
“No Daddy,” they shook their heads, staring at the long yellow serpentine dangling in front of them.
“Yellow. Dragon,” he whispered, softly, dramatically, and without hesitation, causing the girls to gasp, understanding. He could see they Understood. “And I truly am that. Now, each of you put one arm around the other, and use your other arm to hold onto my leg, so you can fit between my powerful thighs better and be reminded what sissies you are. Your task is to charm the Yellow Dragon. To want to do i—”
But Húanglóng didn’t even have to finish his sentence. He chuckled. “That’s the way, girls. Forget all those silly ideas about being men… and wanting women… accept who you are. And be ashamed. Because that’s—even—fucking—hotter! Than actually embracing your own identity. Keep being ashamed, and helplessly attracted by your own natures, all at the same time! Your Domina taught me, long long ago, to recognize that is the sweetest of all pleasures, hotter than anything: a human who hates what they love, doesn’t like who they are, and can’t help it even a little bit! Hate yourselves you fucking sluts. Hell knows, you should! You’re pathetic!… I know you’ve never even seen, let alone handled, a real man’s equipment, like this, before. So let me teach you how to do it. Using your hands, and your mouths, all at once. I know, I know, your own underdeveloped bodies barely have enough room for your index finger and thumb.” He guffawed cruelly. “That’s part of why they’re locked up, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” the two girls agreed, their eagerness to please him dimming their awareness of how badly they were being humiliated, as they crammed together against one another, tight between Húanglóng’s bulging steel-cable thighs, and the next moment, feeling the weight of Húanglóng’s legs on their shoulders as he settled back, sighing with pleasure as they served him and acted as his footstools. They worked smoothly together, so crammed in by warm flesh on all sides they began to sweat as they strove assiduously to please their master, whose own needs and priorities were quickly becoming theirs.
On the other side of the large iceberg of divans in the corner, Channah climbed onto them and crawled forward to the scarlet mattress in the very middle of the large array of tightly-packed cushions, leering at Jacob and pointing straight down. “Here. Bottom… here, facing the room. Head towards the corner. Do it, Jacob, come on, baby.”
“My hand—”
“I need a cuck, Daddy!” Channah called out in a sing-song voice, provoking a snort of laughter.
“Fine. Which one’s the more difficult again? For others, I mean. They both seem like putty to me.”
“I can see that,” she admitted wryly. “They both have issues. But Penny’s our problem child.”
“Chastity, go attend to your Domina.”
“Oh, but Daddy, don’t you need—”
“I need you to obey! So I can help Penny understand who—and what—she is. Go!”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy!” Chastity, chastened, agreed and scampered onto the bed, crawling until she reached Jacob’s hand, which Channah was pointing to. “Yes, Domina?”
“Clean it!” she commanded, impressed once again by Húanglóng’s uncanny power to motivate humans, as Chastity went to work, only her expression and her attenuated breathing, betraying the difficulty she had with the task she had been assigned. Yet, the enthusiasm with which she acted despite her obvious struggle, revealed how much Húanglóng had already begun to colonize her brain and penetrate her skull.
While Chastity cleaned Jacob, Channah guided Jacob, showing him where she wanted him to lie down on his back, with his head over a gap between two mattresses. “but the hole—why—?” Jacob began, which she quieted by placing one finger on his lips and another on his crotch before running her mouth over Jacob’s torso, smelling and kissing him all over, distracting him while she fished out the shackle she had suspected she might find near his right wrist, Then, still moving sensuously, she climbed over him, straddling his waist and teasing him ever-so-lightly with her most-sweet and vile medlar, putting her lips against his ear and whispering as she mock-rode him, all the time fishing out the other shackle: “Unless you’re actually a masochist, you should learn from my two pathetic cucks and check your attitude. As a cambion, you should know better than to show me how I can hurt you by enjoying you.” And with a giggle and a sneer, she clicked the two shackles closed on his wrists simultaneously. “You’ve gone straight to the top of my party-invite list. Bitch! Now be a good little mattress boy for all of us. It’s unfair, but…” she shrugged and straightened up, meeting his eyes as she gagged him, tying the gag in turn to the edge of the divan so his head was trapped at an angle below the plane of the cushions, enjoying his wounded outrage, drinking it up like honey. She giggled. “I fucking love it. The only revenge you’re going to get is being rough with me, halfling. So do your worst—or, I hope, your best, with the one weapon I’m leaving you.”
And with that, reversed her position, facing away from him, crawling forward so her knees were almost to his, and guiding him, groaning, moving her hips to and fro to work him deeper while she leaned forward, shackling one leg while she held the other down, correctly anticipating he would try to move it as soon as he felt what she was doing to his other leg, pinning it under her elbow until his other ankle was secured and she could bring both hands to bear on it, giggling and enjoying the frantic way he wormed and wiggled and flailed about. “Oh baby, you move so well. Oh, seven hells you’re so excited! I think you are a masochist, my sweet little pouter. A masochist cambion. From now on, it’s gonna suck to be you and I’m going to make you thank me! Oh! Aaaah yessss! Oh, yeah. You’re going nowhere until we’re done with our mattress-boy!” She sighed, as she settled back onto him, pushing a small pillow into the gap between his neck and the back of her head—a pillow just thick enough so that part of her, at least, would be more comfortable and she could focus on the discomforts she wanted; but thin enough that she would still be able to tip her chin back to accommodate her next lover, if not quite as far back as poor, wretched Jacob. “Oh, yes, this is nice! Rivqah, dear?”
“I’m here!” Miriam chimed in, wrapping Chastity’s long blonde hair around her hand. “Come on, Chastity dear, let’s get you cleaned up!” Looking confused, but wanting to oblige, she let Miriam guide her to the bowl of spirits, mint, and water on the ground. After admonishing her to wash her lips and mouth out, Miriam pushed her face right down into the bowl. While she held Chastity under the surface, she got Esmeray’s attention and pointed to the bowl. Nodding, Esmeray tore herself away from an almost obsessive, sickened fascination with Jacob’s assault on Channah—or was it Channah’s assault on Jacob?—and headed toward Miriam.
“Where’s Big George? And more to the point, where’s Little Big George?” Channah was demanding, delighted as he turned and crawled over the array of divans toward her, obeying her instructions and positioning himself above her head, his knees on either side of the gap in the cushions. “Stop dawdling, hubby, this is no time for you to go gay on me. I need my Long Hwang,” she snorted to her husband. “Or I’ll find someone else to finish my trio!” she threatened, before imitating a snake trying to digest a mongoose. She did manage to elicit an amazed groan from George that could not have failed to get Húanglóng’s attention, even if he had been able to ignore his wife. (Which, in truth, he had never been able to do, a fact that had helped to, and continued to, shape the history of the Seven Hells in now-predictable and stabilizing ways. No one else could see it, but Húanglóng himself, the great and charismatic persuader, knew he was not quite the most-persuasive demon in hell, even if the gifts he did have, came more easily to him than to others.
“I wouldn’t miss this—or you—for the world or hell below it, my love,” he assured her sincerely enough, manhandling Penny with her hair as he lumbered to his knees on the bed and approached her, pulling Penny along beside him, forcing her to try to keep up. “Now the question is—where do you want to feel your little cucks’ mouths?”
With a derisive snort, but without slipping off Big George, she shook her head sharply.
“Not at all?” He asked, a little surprised. “I guess if they couldn’t satisfy you on their own, they don’t have much to contribute to our orgy. I’m going to have them hold your ankles and worship your feet,” he proposed, pleased to see her quick nod of agreement and shiver of anticipation. “I know what my baby doll likes. Get over there, cuck! Hold it up above her hips and waist so there’s plenty of room for me!” he jerked Penny’s head towards Channah’s left foot, all of them pleased to see how eagerly the auburn-haired girl scurried to her assigned station, even as Chastity was released by Miriam to service her right foot. “That will free my hands to…” and as the Yellow Dragon slithered, he demonstrated, placing one thumb close above his own flesh and the other on her wrist, gently drawing her hand to his mouth to kiss her palm sweetly, releasing her hand and moving his own hand toward her right breast. “Big George! My boy!” He growled around his kisses. “If you hadn’t put it together yet, this experience is all about extreme stimulation for our goddess. It’s impossible to overwhelm a succubus, but conversely, it’s almost impossible to make them feel fully stimulated. It’s the one challenge I—I never seem to grow weary of attempting, no matter how many centuries roll slowly past. So don’t be lazy! Attend to your Queen!”
“Yes, m’Lord, of course—but—ungh—how else?”
“You have two hands and a mouth, son. Use them! She still has one neglected nipple and along with her feet and her erogenous zones, she likes to have her hands kissed and stroked! So attend to her other one!”
Below them, between them, cocooned within them all, Channah shuddered with the rare intensity of what she was experiencing, as Miriam and Rivqah exchanged a look that was at once pleased—for their Mistress—and envious.
“Tiferet, dear,” Rivqah sighed. “I don’t know how you can stand your work! Always seeing, being exposed to… possibilities, without getting to play.”
“Don’t pity me, Your Grace,” she scoffed at the thought. “I’ve learned to enjoy the anticipation. And I’ve learned a lot… so many ideas to practice with my own lovers and thralls….”
“Well, I don’t have your patience,” Rivqah shook her head sadly. “I want a way to play right now, but our Mistress—happily—is enjoying every unlocked toy in the room, and even the complete focus of the ones who are locked!”
“Well, as an observer,” Tiferet mused drolly, “I count at least one, two, three, and four accessible holes….”
Rivqah and Miriam exchanged a quick, almost embarrassed look. “We hadn’t thought of that…. even more than other succubae, Her Majesty likes to play as a female,” Miriam admitted.
“And it is definitely the best way to play,” Rivqah agreed.
“But when in Rome…”
Rivqah snorted. “I’m not sure that’s actually an apt analogy my dear, but I take your point.” Crawling up behind Húanglóng, she pressed herself against his broad, powerful, chubby back and moaned: “Your Majessssttttyyyy… could we—could I—play with you, too? It’s been soooo loooong since you’ve touched me, and I’ve never—”
Húanglóng grunted. “As tempting as you are my dear, that must be for another time. This is a gift for my wife, and the way she’s reacting…” he shivered. “I’m completely focused on her and wouldn’t want it any other way. Not just at this second. Go fuck a cuck, but if and only if you can do so without distracting them from their proper attentions.”
“Yes, thank you, Your Majesty,” she answered. Slumping in half-real, half-mock disappointment, Rivqah pouted to Miriam and Tiferet, who tried without success to keep from sniggering. “Well, I at least want to try someone new!” she cried, pouncing on Chastity.
“No fair! We’ve both had Penny before! She’s used,” Miriam sulked, continuing Rivqah’s game.
Húanglóng roared with laughter. “Cucks are made to be used. If you’re suggesting my wife hasn’t used the other one yet, she doesn’t just need us, she needs a doctor!” Even Channah couldn’t help laughing at that, it coming out as a gagging, half-drowning sound that caused George to shiver in surprise.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Miriam whined. “I’ll take the copperhead. Again.” Dipping her fingers in the jar of olive oil, she passed it to Rivqah, who in turn took a share and passed it back to Esmeray as the two succubae took advantage of their Queen’s two housegifts. “Remember, little tightass,” Miriam murmured into Penny’s ear, enjoying every part of intimacy, “try to loosen your body to match your mouth,” feeling the girl shudder as she entered her, reaching around front of her to hold her tight and taking a surprised breath, remembering how much she had changed since the last time she had hands on the girl. “I forgot… you have big soft beautiful boobies now! You ARE kind-of-like new!” she gushed enthusiastically. “That’s the way, little girl. Keep it firmly in your mind to be a Pleaser not a Princess today. Please me, and at the same time, don’t you dare break your concentration on my Mistress because if I have to pull out and sit this scene out, I’m going to beat you like a rented mule the rest of the day!”
“And that goes double for you, bimbo!” Rivqah cried, slapping Chastity’s hips and then her breasts, hard, for emphasis, before snuggling up to her in unconscious imitation of Miriam, spooning their kneeling lover girls and cradling them up front even as they pierced them behind.
Penny felt strangely calm: Calmer than she had ever felt before in her life, with a sense of peace and a sense of purpose that dovetailed perfectly.
The Dragon King’s secret power was ultimately his reasonableness, Penny reflected. Like Channah, he had shown himself to be smarter and more knowledgeable than Penny. For a girl like her, who viewed and understood the world through her sense of reason—a smart girl of reason, whose reason usually concluded, with ironclad evidence, that she understood things better than the impulsive, emotional, superstitious fools around her—it was unsettling to confront a greater intelligence, like being punched in the solar plexus and winded, suddenly deprived of the thing she normally took for granted to such an extent, the notion of being without it was shocking and alarming.
Even Penny, as close as she knelt to the Dragon King even now, their knees braced against one another, skin to skin; their arms brushing one another as Penny delicately and lovingly cradled her goddess’s foot, musing on how blessed she felt to be the caretaker of such a sacred and precious part of her Domina. A part, she admitted to herself with a flash of embarrassment, that was one of her very favorite parts. Which, in turn, she blushed thinking how weird that sounded. Or, if she was more honest, that it actually was a little weird…. No! She didn’t fucking care, she thought daringly. If other people looked down on her, didn’t she already look down on herself? So what if others confirmed it? Was this not where she wanted to be? Didn’t it feel right, like she was exactly where she deserved (and wanted) to be? The smell of her goddess was so subtle here, so intimate, as soft as the pads on her toes and the balls of her feet and her heels… and warm. Her Domina was so warm and alive and beautiful and—had she lost her train of thought? She shook her head infinitesimally and remembered: The Dragon.
The Dragon King. He was doing… something to her. Her reason told her this; and the laughing succubae around them had implied as much. But whatever he was doing… Penny knew he wasn’t incorrect: wanting to be a man… wishing she could possibly someday manage to be any bit of a man… if she really imagined it was possible, that would make it a rebellion, and she was lucky the Dragon King hadn’t punished her as harshly as rebellion deserved! Truly the Dragon King was merciful and… almost obliging in a roundabout way. Nice, she decided. A kind and tolerant man, who showed even Penny a kind of respect everyone around her in her life had made it clear to her she didn’t deserve. And she definitely didn’t want to rebel—not against him, certainly not against her Domina!
Avoiding rebellion was something she could only claim as a success and a credit to her if she knew and accepted she could never be a man, if she knew, in fact, she was a girl. But giving up forever—wasn’t that just as damning to her as allowing the demons to sodomize and debauch her in the first place? Only if she could accept that the weakness and the failure were hers and hers alone, and therefore confirm that her Domina’s desire for her to be the girl she was meant to be was true to her and for her, could she show her true commitment and devotion to her Domina. And the thing was… she believed her Domina, in that and really almost everything. Definitely everything that mattered. Penny knew in her heart she could not be the man she wanted to be, or even a boy. Unlike Chastity, who knew she was a girl because of her own desire to be one, Penny knew she was a girl because she was utterly incapable of being a man—she lacked the cock, the balls, the stamina, the strength, the feral nature, even the urges and desires of a man, responding only when she was treated and pleasured like a woman.
And the truth of the matter, she knew, was that she wanted to honor and obey and comply with her Domina’s commands, to live according to her Domina’s rule; even if she could have been a man… would she have dared, or wanted, to pursue her own desires rather than her Domina’s? Her amazing Domina had decided she ought to be a girl; shouldn’t that be enough? She was caged and allowed only to worship her Domina’s foot because that was what gave her Domina pleasure. Penny’s true pleasure came from serving hers. She knew, because she couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere other than where she was now, helping her goddess, serving her goddess, worshipping her goddess in the only, tiny, tertiary way she was capable, given her physical and mental disabilities and limitations.
As wrong as she knew her love was for a demoness, it was there; and it was love, and God was love. And there could be no doubt her demoness was in some way, indeed in most ways, everything but religion, more and greater than Penny herself—more important, more significant, longer-lived, outsized in influence, more powerful… and, God in Heaven forgive her, her goddess knew her, intimately and directly and more deeply, so much so it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other one began sometimes. To be allowed so close to her, given so much of her attention… Penny’s shoulders slumped as it all came together for her, partly in defeat, but mainly in the calm and restful acceptance that she was meant to yield to her amazing goddess. To stroke her sensuous soles, to suck on her big round soft toes, to press her fingertips and thumbtips into the pudgy, delicate, perfectly-shaped ball and heel of her foot… to know that her goddess was feeling and experiencing her servant’s touch, even when it was just a tiny part of what she felt, a tiny fraction of the significance of her other lovers, her real lovers…. Penny was simply not her Domina’s equal, and therefore could not possibly be her ‘lover’; it would be like an ant proposing partnership with a whale. Or an aardvark, a part of her whispered. But no matter what analogy one might fashion, she could never be the kind of equal her goddess needed. She could only, at best, be a pet: a domesticated animal kept by her goddess and allowed to provide her with some narrow part of what she needed. Attending to her feet, goddess, what an honor…. Fetching her slippers, perhaps, if Penny were her actual dog…
Whatever the Dragon King was doing to Penny today, at this very instant, Penny realized, it was supportive. Because normally, when Penny hit one of those rare moments where she had to ask if her reason and wit and perception were wrong, it inspired panic and fear. The Dragon King had peeled back the scales from her eyes, and done it so gently, holding Penny tenderly in his hands… or, Penny blushed at the thought, in his gorgeous feet—yes, why not? She thought defiantly to herself… it was more accurate, anyway! Clearly she had a little thing for his feet, too….
But however embarrassing that was, or unmanly, or should be—none of it mattered at all. She tried to let go of all the aspirations and anxieties and failures, the focus on thing she was not and could not be, in favor of focusing on the thing she actually was, and could be, and even, could do really well, probably a lot better than someone like Roger who lacked the reverence Penny felt for her goddess Channah….. So Penny breathed peacefully, worshiped genuinely, and obeyed rightly, putting everything above her station out of mind. Even the Bible exhorted believers to help and to serve others; and the Dragon King, like the Succubus Queen before him, had shown Penance a new level of service, a new height in her genuine and real urge to help and to serve and to care for others. She could easily imagine a life of service to her Domina and her First Husband, how fulfilling it would be, and how grateful it would make her feel, and that was all she imagined as she inhaled and kissed her Domina’s feet with even deeper passion and connection than before.
Miriam’s insistence behind her, entering her, taking her, holding her so tightly, touching her sensitive breasts… her transformation into a girl had awakened in her feelings and desires that were not so different from those she had experienced as a boy, but instead added to them, even multiplied them. How could she object to a transformation that made more of her body into a playground and a means of deep connection to others? Miriam’s fingertips, rolling Penny’s nipples while her palms hugged Penance’s breasts… before today, before now, she couldn’t even have imagined how good it would feel to be loved in your root and in your heart and even in your head—where Miriam’s kisses, on the back of Penny’s neck, were giving her goosebumps—all at once!
“You could never be a distraction, Mistress Miriam,” she heard herself moaning out loud. “You just make me feel more loved by my Domina who I’m so lucky to be allowed to worship at all…”
“Aww… that’s sweet!” Miriam sounded surprised, but certainly pleased.
“I want you to sweet-talk me!” Rivqah pinched Chastity’s nipples on the other side of Channah.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Rivqah,” Chastity gasped around Channah’s right foot. “I know I don’t have Penny’s sweet words, but I promise you—and our Domina—that I feel the same way. I swear it!”
Rivqah’s face softened. “Well, that is nice,” she conceded.
“And it’s true!” Chastity insisted.
“Of course we feel this way, Mistress Rivqah!” Penny moaned. “You both are so smart and beautiful and passionate, and loyal to our Domina. And our Domina…” Penny sighed. “She—I just—there aren’t the words to say how amazing she is for us, how much we need her. How connected we are to her—”
“Yes, Penny!” Chastity cried.
“Even though we’re just nothing—”
“We’re so grateful!” Chastity gushed
“Of course we are! So in love….” Penance purred, rubbing her cheek on the outer edge of her Domina’s foot, then kissing it softly but deeply in the tender arch, feeling so close to Channah precisely because she knew how insignificant Penny was, and therefore how inclusive and secure her goddess’s love was and must be to have embraced her. “And we are so grateful to the Dragon King for showing us how special our opportunity to serve our goddess, our Domina, and her First Husband, truly are.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Chastity agreed, neither knowing nor caring if the Dragon King responded because she meant it so completely and her sense of connection and participation was so total.
Rivqah bit her lip, imperfectly preventing herself from laughing, a sound Penny heard echoed behind her. Meeting her eyes, Rivqah explained: “You girls are perfect for succubae, you’ve got it so bad….”
“I know,” Penance sighed blissfully. “Of course Domina was right, we were made for her… made to serve her and her First Husband and Handmaids and—”
“Everyone in her Court,” Chastity agreed, finishing Penance’s thought. “I feel—everything is perfect,” Chastity smiled beatifically, planting a sweet, gentle kiss on Channah’s pinkie toe, trying to communicate and to feel, with that one touch, all the love she felt.
“Everything except—” Penny started, and then stopped, her voice crestfallen. “I’m sorry. I’m so greedy.”
“I want to hear it,” Miriam suggested, nibbling on the back of Penny’s neck and making her shiver. “Tell me… it’s okay. Your love for your Domina is undoubted….”
“My penis,” she whispered. “I mean—my clitty. It hurts so bad and—and I want—”
“We’re so horny!” Chastity blurted out, finishing Penny’s thought.
All the demons laughed, even Channah, even George, who offered: “I guess it does kind of suck to be you two.”
“You can’t make her laugh,” Rivqah laughed at George. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to breathe when you’re doing what she’s doing? It takes perfect timing!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” George apologized, genuinely. “Should I—”
“You should shut up and stay in your rhythm so she can breathe and we can all hear more of this arousing talk from our two little philosophers here,” Rivqah suggested good-naturedly. “And while I can only agree it would suck to be either of these losers, I feel compelled to point out: it’s not our fault! This is not our doing! These girls’ existence sucked before we ever came along.”
“I know that now,” Penance sighed wistfully. “I know that’s true. I’m—the Dragon King has helped me see how, you know…”
“Worthless?” Chastity suggested.
“Yes, worthless!” Penance agreed. “That’s exactly it! How nothing we were before she came into our lives and let us finally mean something, even if it’s a tiny something, by being part of her life!”
“Aw….” Rivqah agreed, sharing a devilish look with Miriam, even as the Dragon King shook with silent laughter of his own.
“I’m sorry,” Penny apologized, noticing. “I didn’t mean to disrupt you, I know we should all be concentrating on our Domina—”
“We should, but the dirty talk coming out of your filthy, shame-ridden mouth is so hot you need to keep it up!” Rivqah encouraged them.
“It’s true,” Miriam murmured around Penny’s ear, her breath hot and wet and ticklish even as the steady motion of her hips was like the ocean lulling Penny’s little boat to a peaceful sleep.
“Actually,” Rivqah commanded, “hush now—it’s time!” And at the exact same moment, Miriam and Húanglóng both gasped: “She’s ready!”
Penny opened her mouth to ask what they meant but fell silent at Rivqah’s narrowed warning eyes, accepting her place and sinking back completely into her dream about Channah’s perfect feet, even as she felt the pressure on her female sex organ getting harder and more insistent, commanding her attention and somehow communicating to her exactly what the demons were talking about. She realized all of the demons and half-demons around them, and therefore she and Chastity—rocked by their partners the same way their Domina was being rocked by her First Husband—were suddenly moving in synch with Him and with one another, their tempo and force both slowly gaining. She could see it, the way Rivqah’s and even Húanglóng’s eyes started to lose their focus on the world around them to gaze upon whatever they saw inside themselves, or whatever shared vision bound them together in their uncannily coordinated experience.
For a moment Penny saw herself from outside, or felt she was outside, until she felt her body, which was connected to theirs, and snapped back fully into it. Penny realized the demons were bringing her with them—or maybe that she and Chastity were keeping up with the demons—that all of them were together, united in a profound way, by purpose and feeling and thought and awareness, all at once, all feeling what they needed to feel to be brought together in this way, nearly as close as Penance felt to her Domina by touching and breathing her in.
“For you, my love,” Húanglóng pledged.
“For you, Older Sister!” Rivqah and Miriam promised.
“Your Grace!” George shouted.
“Oh, oh, all for you, Domina!” Penance and Chastity swore, their own voices sounding weak and effeminate and less-convincing even to themselves, but knowing they were adding to the best of their limited abilities.
And suddenly everyone was writhing and yelling and shivering and yowling and especially, cursing and swearing. A single explosion was tearing all of them back apart into wiggling wet solitary things, thrown deeply back into themselves with the shared secret of what they had seen and been together.
For seconds or minutes that stretched to the horizon of time, they all shook and wept and cried, unwilling to be done and absolutely unwilling to let go of the sensations and spiritual electricity that had crackled through them all.
Penny was almost done when Miriam suddenly and unexpectedly pulled out of her and pulled her down onto her back, barking: “Get close to your Domina! Wiggle right up to her side, but facing in the opposite direction!” She felt like it was unfair and unreasonable that her bliss had been interrupted until she understood the bigger picture, remembering that she was just a supporting player in this drama no matter how important it felt, or it made her feel. And more to the point, remembering that this particular experience was for Her, Penny’s Domina; and so of course, since all of them were sharing the same timeline, Penny had to move into her next position before Penny was ready, so that her Domina could move when the time was exactly and precisely right.
“We’re going to lift her off Jacob and onto the cuck,” Húanglóng explained to George. “Hold her shoulders 1… 2… 3!” And they raised her and plopped her down onto Penny, her whole back and buttocks wet and intense and oppressive with her sweat, perhaps mingled with that of Jacob. Chastity was pushed to kneel between her legs so the two girls were close enough together they could have kissed one another. But their duty—to their Domina—was kind of obvious, even to them, even before Miriam and Rivqah spelled it out:
“Bring her down, girls. Worship her and pleasure her gently, for as long as wants to rest. Don’t make a mess and don’t stop, no matter what, until she tells you she’s done!” No one had to spell out the details any further than they already had. Both girls were simultaneously post-orgasmic and frustrated beyond reason, in the exquisitely tortured place that they already knew awaited them after the womanly orgasms that were all they had been permitted. Their ruined prostate orgasms were at once a terrible promise and a terrible denial to their caged and ever-hopeful bodies, all at once. But satisfied or not, they were unanchored and floating and electric with the confused, mixed energies that resulted. They were both still outside themselves and not quite back to reality, as they began assiduously worshiping their goddess-Queen. The Dragon King calmly rested his hand on the back of Chastity’s head, emphasizing that it was the Dragon King’s mess Chastity was expected to clean and the Dragon King’s bliss Chastity had the honor of soothing Channah from. For Penny, it was being pressed between the soft divan and her Domina’s hot, wet, sticky body that communicated the truth to her, that whatever doubt there might be about whose sweat she felt and smelled on her Domina’s skin, there was none about whose seed was squeezing out of her Domina’s body: that of Channah’s half-demon victim, who had been trapped beneath her just as Penny was now, as nameless and disregarded and secondary and put-upon as Penny herself.
“Such… good… girls…” Channah sighed softly, when she finally spoke, but still she didn’t stir, but lay, completely relaxed, her weight moderately compressing Penny’s lungs and breath in a way that would not let her forget she was trapped under and thus passively commanded by her Domina; even as the dripping mess she was soothing with her mouth would not let her forget what contempt and disregard she was held in and thought of by the demons.
And even with all this, even being so low, she felt so right. Being reduced to nothing like this, a continuation and indeed the natural culmination of having been used and pushed lower and lower for the pleasure of her goddess…. The result, and therefore the treatment, were right because they fit. All the world was as it ought to be when Penny was being degraded under her goddess.
Releasing her ego and accepting this lifted such a weight off Penny’s shoulders, the weight of a lifetime of lying to herself and not knowing who she was and refusing to face her true destiny was wiped away, allowing Penny’s spine to straighten and her body live. Because her true destiny was right here after all, just like this, being shattered and reduced and lessened in exactly this way, to exactly this existence defined by her service to Channah. “I feel so peaceful…” she sighed, freed like a bird by the novelty of being so honest and true to herself, a self she had not even understood before now. “So good….” And then, even as her Domina laughed softly at her, she confessed: “This is exactly right. Where and how I belong. I belong to you, Domina!”
And they both knew she completely meant it. Because they both knew it was completely true.
Literature Section “07-36[X] Honeymoon Hivemind Clusterf***”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 36 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 8214 words::Explicit 8434 words—Accompanying Images: 2187-2196—Published 2025-08-27—©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.
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy degradation and bullying some readers may find disturbing
PREVIOUSLY: Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, and forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for the lovers upstairs. NOW:
On their own honeymoon, the girls cooked and assisted with other chores for about an hour enduring the loud cries and moans from above them that proved conclusively Miriam and Rivqah had been right to bring real men for their Domina to celebrate with, before Haruka finally dismissed the girls into Esmeray’s care. At this point they had helped her make coffee, pour cream, pile dates on plates for sweetening the coffee, set the dinner table, chopped vegetables and cold meats, steamed rice, and warmed bread, listening carefully as she explained exactly how to prepare each item and ingredient the way Channah liked it, and enduring her harsh criticisms and corrections of them every time they made a mistake.
Now she relaxed on a stool beside the kamado—the traditional Japanese oven in Channah’s Mesoamerican hacienda that, Haruka had explained, reflected their Domina’s preference for the meticulousness and rigidity of Japanese aesthetics in her home—idly bobbing one foot, at first casually and then with more deliberation as she noticed Penny’s stare, frowning with concentration like a cat experimenting with a mouse. She slowly sipped her own coffee, enjoying watching as Esmeray bound their wrists, hobbled their ankles, leashed them, piled their trays with food and drink and utensils, and led them away to and awkwardly up the stairs, forced by their bonds to balance their trays on their forearms while desperately clinging to the outer edges with their shackled hands.
Esmeray turned off the stairs on the second floor, which the girls had never explored before, and led them to two unfamiliar but well-appointed rooms. The first, on the right, overlooking parts of the garden they had never seen before, and the rain forest under the cliffs, was the parlor. It was dominated by curved tables arranged in a ring with curved sofas just outside them, and four giant multi-pipe hookahs spaced around the circle. The other, the saloon or celebration room, on the left—which was occupied now—overlooked the garden, the springs, the gazebo, and the great valley beyond them. It contained broad divans arranged around the perimeter of the room with a large area comprising, essentially, an oversized bed formed by divans that had been pushed together in the corner immediately to the right of the entrance. All the divans in the corner were flat. The other divans, and a number of chairs,that were scattered elsewhere around the room offered a variety of intriguing and unique shapes for playing on, and were piled with pillows of every shape, size, and firmness. Tiferet sat on a chair near the middle of the room behind an easel with paints, brushes, and pots of water set on two low tables to either side of her, painting swiftly and intently, while Esmeray sat on a stool beside and slightly behind her, watching in fascination over her shoulder. Their chairs were facing the divans in the corner where the six lovers relaxed, eyes closed, naked and entangled in postcoital bliss: Channah and Húanglóng lying sideways with Channah’s head resting on Húanglóng’s soft, fat stomach; Rivqah spooning Jacob with her hand holding his member; and Miriam curled against George’s side with her head on his arm, running her fingers idly over his chest. Only Tiferet and Esmeray were still dressed; on the bed, the celebrants had cast aside all their clothing and shoes, and a large portion of their gold jewelry. As best the girls could tell, their decisions about what jewelry to leave on, and what to take off, were completely arbitrary. If there was any rhyme or reason to the selections, it eluded them.
After the girls had served everyone else coffee and breakfast, Channah sent them back downstairs for spiked wine and spirits. Upon their return, Channah made them stand just in front of the divans and fill two goblets apiece with a blend of spiked wine and clear spirits, then choke down the nauseating stuff while everyone watched and cheered them on with laughter. Miriam and Rivqah then instructed them to fill a large, deep bowl on the floor with a mixture of white spirits, mint, and water, and finally to serve all the lovers and their qahramanah with spiked wine. Channah, laughing, made Penny bring her one of the wine bottles and held Penny face-up on her lap while she poured more wine down her throat, while Rivqah and Miriam did the same to Chastity.
Finally, Channah commanded them both to crawl before Húanglóng, who was now sitting on the edge of the group of divans, drinking wine, while Channah sat behind him with her head on his shoulders and her arms as far around his chest as she could reach. “You missed my weddings, beloved,” Channah reminded Húanglóng, immediately provoking Rivqah and Miriam to laugh: “uh-oh!” “Oh no!” as if someone had done something wrong.
Húanglóng shrugged. “What man can keep up with the weddings of such a healthy, lusty succubus?” causing everyone else to laugh while Chastity and Penny looked nervous. Noticing, Húanglóng pointed to the ground at his feet, commanding them: “Don’t be shy. Crawl closer, let’s see my wife’s homet-nuswut.” The phrase was ancient Egyptian, and was another way of expressing their status as Channah’s lesser, secondary partners, compared with Channah’s and Húanglóng’s status as primary partners to one another.
As they hurried over on their knees, provoking laughter from the others, Channah admonished them: “I know I don’t have to tell you girls to treat my First Husband as you would me, your god where I am your goddess, do I?”
“No, Domina,” they assured her, looking scared, aware the atmosphere in the room had changed and everyone else was now watching them intently with a sharpened interest the girls didn’t understand. At least some of their uncertainty was reflected in the eyes of George and Esmeray, but at least those two had the instinctive comfort of knowing whatever was happening, didn’t involve them. But everyone else in the room seemed to be in on it, whatever ‘it’ was.
“Stay on your knees. But put your heads on the floor with your arms stretched out under the bed in front of you,” Húanglóng ordered them, calmly and with a sense of self-possession, “and turn your heads to the sides, away from one another. I want each of you focused on me now, not distracting one another.”
The girls obeyed, and next felt the Emperor’s large, heavy feet descending to rest on their heads, pressing them down uncomfortably into the stone floor as he relaxed and allowed their weight to rest on the girls’ skulls. With their shackled wrists in front of them, the Emperor’s posture allowed him an easy and—for them—humiliating way to keep them under his control.
“You married my wife,” he stated, gruffly and bluntly. They heard Channah make a noise somewhere between a growl and an approving moan behind him. “But you didn’t even so much as ask my permission first, did you?”
“No, Master,” they responded in unison, knowing he would be displeased with their angle.. “I’m sorry, Mast—”
“Hush! You’ll have a chance to show how sorry you are in a minute, and possibly all day.” The celebrants on the bed all made warning calls and hoots of anticipation, while Penny’s half-squished face (Chastity’s was invisible to the group, facing the wall) just looked more anxious and worried, provoking secondary laughter. “Right now, you listen to me and you answer me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“From now on, you will address me as ‘First Husband,’ although when you’re serving me sexually—”
Miriam laughed: “I wish you could see the panic in this little girl’s face!”
He acknowledged the comment with a slight, momentary grin, continuing “You should call me ‘Daddy,’” he decided, rolling the balls and heels of his feet over their temples and cheeks, perhaps because it felt pleasant to him or perhaps simply to reinforce their helpless subservience before him. Then he responded to Miriam: “When you marry a married woman, you marry her husband as well,” he pointed out reasonably. “If they didn’t want to be both our playthings, they shouldn’t have married us, should they?” And then, pushing down a little harder and squishing the girls’ faces a bit more, he emphasized: “Especially without asking me first. Should you?”
“No, First Husband!” they yelped.
“But you chose to marry us, anyway, and now you are bound to us as our ceshi or shu-wives. Do you deserve my wrath, wretched girls?”
“Yes, First Husband,” they quavered fearfully.
“You certainly do. But fortunately for you, I am a very tolerant and forgiving master.” Sliding his feet from the tops of their heads to rest immediately in front of each girl’s face, he pressed the soles of his feet into their faces, speaking soothingly. “Breathe, chattel. Be calm and breathe.”
They obeyed—they could scarcely do otherwise, in their positions—but he emphasized: “Deeper. Breathe deeper! I want to hear it! I want to know you’re breathing in, deeply and calmly, breathing me into you….” And as they practically hyperventilated, everyone in the room could hear, and enjoy. “That’s the way… Even in this plane, in this borrowed body, my body is at peace, and brings others to peace with me. Are you starting to feel docile and calm, now, in my presence?”
“Yes, First Husband,” they answered, Penny’s response tinged with the faintest hint of surprise.
“Good girls. Roll over onto your backs,” he commanded, lifting his legs while they scrambled to obey. “Keep your hands above your heads!” he reminded them; and as soon as they were in position, he settled his feet back onto them, this time right on their faces, pressing down. “Breathe and worship me. Go on! Kiss my feet and clean them. Get your tongues out! Good girls…” They heard applause, and claps of approval, but no longer cared. Or rather, they cared only whether their actions pleased Him, and their Domina.
“That’s so hot,” Channah moaned, scrambling around her husband to sit on his lap, facing him, and kiss him. “I never get tired of seeing it. Or of envying it.”
He roared with laughter. “Look who’s talking. Mmm…” he paused to kiss his wife back. “You brought them to me already caged and humiliated and pledged to your service, did you not? I’ve yet to meet the succubus who couldn’t domesticate an animal on sight.”
“But it’s so… effortless for you!” she protested, gnawing affectionately on his lip before pushing her tongue back against his.
After a moment he protested—his grin making his protestation unconvincing: “Sitting on my thighs, you’re making it much harder for our little wives to show their respect!”
“Good!” she murmured huskily, pressing herself up against his hardening member and bouncing on his thighs to send concussive shocks down his legs into her chattels’ faces.
“I’ll bet it’s every bit as good for them,” Miriam added wryly. “They know where they belong now. And it’s probably what they need, they’re such compliant little girls.”
Tearing herself away with a sigh, Channah backed off the bed and squatted down between her wives, feeling them, and crowed with delight, provoking laughter from her companions: “‘They shall lick the dust like a serpent.’ And they are most definitely trying to ‘move out of their holes like worms.’”
“So, Jacob,” Húanglóng snickered, rubbing his feet across his playthings’ eager tongues and lips, unable to completely conceal the enjoyment he felt from such an easy demonstration of his power, protracting it with casual conversation. “We have met before?”
Channah snorted, “Boaster,” as she rose back to her feet, idly kicking Penny’s little scrotum and watching her flinch and whine without pausing for one second in her devotions. “Incredible,” she hissed with disgust, shaking her head and going to the table where the girls had set the liquor, picking up a bottle of wine and offering refills to her companions.
“Come now, surely our girls should have a moment to acclimate to their new station before we put them back to work,” Húanglóng suggested loftily, as if he were doing them a favor, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Jacob answered. “I have had the honor of meeting you in Lytos, at your Palace of Indolence, upon the occasions of several anniversaries.” Channah’s and Húanglóng’s anniversary celebrations, held in Lytos primarily to make it likely he and the other dragon participants would show up, was one of the few occasions when demons from different hells interacted other than through political embassies. And although the guests were only dragons and succubae, the uniqueness of the event made it legendary in hell.
The Dragon King looked pleased. “Ah, yes, I remember you now. You enjoy chasing the dragon?”
“Everyone enjoys chasing the dragons, Master,” Jacob allowed.
“Ha ha, good answer! As everyone dreams of being visited by the succubae. I can see why you are invited, of course!”
“Not my conversational skills, I’m afraid, Your Majesty,” he admitted with a faint undertone that was difficult to place, but sounded almost ugly and hard.
Húanglóng raised an eyebrow, but didn’t care to pursue it, asking instead: “You’re a cambion?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, the son of the succubus Michal.”
“Of course,” he nodded, turning to George. “And you? You seem—new to me?”
“We have never met before, Your Majesty,” George responded. “I am George Manning, th-the carpenter at Duchess—er, Queen Channah’s Fensmere estate in Cambridge.”
Húanglóng’s eyes narrowed. “But surely, if your life and soul are safe from the succubae, you can’t be fully human?”
George looked surprised. “Yes, Your Majesty—I am! Or… I thought I was…”
“Hmm… also not invited for your conversational skills.”
“Your Majesty?” George asked uncertainly. “It—it’s an honor to have been invited—”
“Oh, dear.”
Channah, back by the sideboard, further fortifying the spiked wine by pouring what was left from the bottle she had used to refill everyone’s glasses into a flagon with a couple of fingers of spirits left in it, snorted and exchanged a wry glance with Esmeray before interjecting: “He’s the son of one of my very brightest operatives.”
“Really?” Húanglóng asked drily.
“Really. The woman who tutored the two, I can assure you, very-well-educated girls licking the dust and shit from the soles of your feet at this very moment, darling.”
“Really?” he looked surprised.
“Really, darling,” she assured him. “We all thought he was human, but George darling, tell him what happened to you when our whorish little Penny got you overexcited?”
“I, er—” George blushed. “Turned green.”
“More than just that, darling. He revealed himself as a dragon cambion. He might even be one of your great-something-grandsons.”
“Really?!” Húanglóng grinned, now interested and approving, clapping George on the shoulder. “Good lad! And I see you take after me in some ways!”
“I do?”
“Eh—in the ways that got you invited to this party!”
“Duchess Miriam said I would make a nice surprise for Her Majesty the Queen,” George admitted proudly.
“And you will!” Húanglóng encouraged him, patting him on the back reassuringly. And, seeing he was still not following: “We’re talking about the size of your cock, son! You’re a big chip off the old block. Succubae like a bit of demon cock now and again. Nobody likes to fuck where they eat all the time. Sometimes they like to focus on their own experience and just let go, instead of worrying about managing and corralling and consuming prey.”
“Oh,” George answered, turning red, politely continuing: “Thank you for explaining, Your Majesty.”
“Don’t fret,” Jacob interjected tightly. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Oh, I’ve always known my cock was—different,” George replied earnestly, forcing Jacob—who clearly knew his own place in the pecking order all too well—to look away until he could control his expression of derision.
“I’m sure you do, son,” Húanglóng exchanged a wicked look with Channah, but managed to suppress his reaction better than either Jacob or Channah, who was snickering as she moved back over to Penny, squatting down to rest on her metal cage, the burning warmth of her fireplace surely as obvious to her toy girl as the pressure she was exerting.
Sliding back and forth to tease the girl, and herself, she snapped: “Toes!” as she began purring and dripping the doubly-spiked wine onto Húanglóng’s toes so it rolled over and off them onto Penny’s worshipful tongue and into Penny’s adoring mouth. Penny, for her part, made Channah’s experience perfect by obeying her, choking and sputtering in shock at the strength of the brew, without interrupting her assigned task. “My love, as much as it may irritate me how easily seduction and domination come to you, I’m most grateful you have such a way of shutting up my little Meoto here.” Then she switched to her baby-talk voice: “That’s the way, little Meoto, shut up and drink up for Mommy, while you please your Daddy.”
“‘Meoto’?!” Húanglóng asked. “That’s… Korean?”
“Japanese. For effeminate chatterbox.”
“It’s very funny.”
“Particularly because it fits her to a ‘T-girl,’” Channah assured him. “A bigger blabbermouth you have never met. And yes, I mean including Lucifer!”
Húanglóng raised an eyebrow skeptically, then looked back down at Penance’s nearly-naked body under his foot, serving him. “Are you really a little blabbermouth, footsucker?”
Penny nodded earnestly, by now so far under the spell of Húanglóng’s powerful pheromones she could no more lie than disobey the dragon, or conceal her feelings from him. “Yesh, First Husbnd.”
“Don’t you think we’re past ‘First Husband’ by now, Meoto? You’ve been making out with my foot there for about five minutes now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more passionately in love with my foot. And that’s saying something.”
Channah smirked: “My girl has a bit of a thing for feet, darling. Among her other… many… delicious little quirks.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Penny agreed enthusiastically, as oblivious to the laughter all around her as any audience member tricked into participating by a stage hypnotist might be. “You’re right. This is soooo sexy! I love your big, strong, hard foot, Daddy.”
“Yeah? What do you like best about it?”
“It’s amazing,” she gushed. “I’ve never been so turned on by a man’s foot before. I don’t know if it’s the weight of it, Daddy,” Penny began babbling, slurring and pausing her words around the kisses and licks and sucks she was applying to every surface of Húanglóng’s foot she could possibly get her mouth on. “The weight of it, which reminds me how big and strong you are; or the hardness of it, which reminds me of how masculine you are. Or the smell of it, which is like… I don’t even know what it’s like, Daddy; but it’s—it’s earthy and musky and sexy and—”
“Whoa! You are a little chatterbox, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you will be, when I punish you for marrying my wife without my permission.”
“I’m—I’m really sorry, Daddy,” Penance admitted, suddenly her voice sounding contrite and wavering, almost as if she were about to cry. “I’m so sorry!”
“I’m sorry too, Daddy!” Chastity burst out, unable to stop herself. “We respect you so much, Daddy!” Chastity exclaimed.
“So much!” Penny agreed.
“This pathetic display is better than any theater!” Jacob snarked, expressing what many of those watching were feeling and triggering a ripple of laughter throughout the room.
“Humans!”
“Livestock!”
And the ultimate put-down: “Prey!”
“Which… actually… makes me wonder…” he looked around the room until he found who he was looking for and called her: “Is it—Esmeray?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she conceded, looking concerned.
“Come over here and sit by me.” He patted the bed just next to him.
Obediently, but without being able to fully conceal her reluctance, she rose and made her way over to him, trying to sit a foot or two away from him and stiffening to a porcelain rigidity when she felt his broad hand on her hip, effortlessly pulling her tight into his side, as he frowned in wonder. Even punch-drunk-love-drunk Penny and Chas would have sensed Esmeray’s fundamental discomfort and hostility if they could have seen or sensed anything beyond their master’s feet, or been able to conceive of resisting him. As it was, Esmeray’s strong reaction produced a ripple through the room, all of the succubae and their cambion immediately aroused with the narcotic-potent combination of their predatorial and sexual instincts her conflicted behavior aroused in them.
Esmeray felt her rage and resentment spiking and spiraling out of her control, trying her hardest to use the tricks she had taught herself over the years to maintain her calm despite her urge to lash out at him for ignoring her body language, her very identity and volition, so completely, a feeling she could only barely contain when it finally clicked with her that, far from being oblivious to her feelings—the usual problem with humans and demons alike—he was completely focused on them, and fascinated by them. Only that belated realization enabled her to accept it when he rested his hand over her nose and mouth.
“Be careful, darling,” Channah warned him. “She’s a powder keg. More of a volcano, really.”
“Oh, I can tell,” he nodded, clearly riveted by what he was seeing. “You’re… immune to me! To us—”
“To all demons. And humans.” She laughed: “And even pets, as far as I can tell, Sire,” Channah purred, still amusing herself on pathetic Penny’s body.
“This is incredible,” he wondered, meeting Esmeray’s angry, resentful, nearly-panicked eyes over the top of his hand, and suddenly, really recognizing how agitated a state she was in.
Hastily dropping his hands from her and raising them placatingly, he apologized smoothly. “I’m so sorry my dear… this is such a rare thing… and you’re an extreme case.”
“It’s all right, Your Majesty,” she forced herself to say, no one listening to her likely to believe she actually felt that way—not least because of how the moment the Dragon King released her, she popped up to her feet and moved back from him, regarding him as one might regard, well… a dangerous serpent.
“Does it surprise you, the reaction I produce in most hucows?” He asked, gesturing at the two adoring girls happy to be under his feet.
“Those two… weakling little perverts? Not as much as it would with normal huco—people,” she huffed, trying to breathe more slowly and deeply to calm herself. “But… yes.” And she managed to pack all he scorn of the world into that one single word. “Do they—’we,’ I suppose—all act like that around you?!” she asked, incredulously.
“Pretty much,” the Dragon King shrugged, indicating it was nothing; simply another day in his world. “All of them except for you. You’re quite… disagreeable. But I apologize for causing you stress nonetheless. I don’t like causing stress. I normally don’t.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Esmeray curtsied slightly, trying to express what she felt, which was that she actually appreciated what he was saying. It was a different kind of magic, the oldest in the world: simple courtesy and respect. But not something she had learned to expect from either humans or demons. Shrugging again, the Dragon King continued: “I prefer… getting along with people, the way I usually do.” Then, looking down at his feet, his voice dripping with contempt, especially at the contrast their behavior made with Esmeray, he asked: “Do you ‘girls’ even remember what it felt like to want to be a man?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” Penny assured him. “I want to be a man now!” And then, sounding despondent, heedless again of the roars of laughter from around her: “It’s still inside me always. I wish so much I could be a man and I’m so ashamed to be a little girl!”
“Every minute?” he asked, his eyes lighting a bit at the thought.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Every second of every day!” Chastity cried out her pain. “I like being a girl, a lot! Not like Penny. But at the same time I—I’m confused—I don’t know, I was supposed to be—maybe I am supposed to be a man—I wish I could just be a girl and be happy about it!”
“I’m not! I’d give anything to be a man! A big, powerful, sexy man women want and love. Just like you!” Penny moaned, licking and sucking furiously, practically losing herself in the act. “But I’m not what I want to be! I’m just not! I didn’t—I don’t want to be a girl. But I just am! A weak girl. I can’t help it! I’ve never been any good as a boy, I was never allowed—never deserved—to have my breeching ceremony, and all I can think about are women and how much I wish I could make love to them! But I can’t even get hard any more from normal sex.”
“You’ve never had ‘normal’ sex in your life,” Channah mocked her contemptuously, cutting her down as easily as a scythe sweeping through a field of flimsy wheat stalks.
“I mean—I mean to say—I’m so embarrassed, Domina! I mean…” she whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear, maybe not even wanting to hear it herself: “From touching myself.”
“You’ve touched yourself?! Like Onan?!” Channah roared accusingly, well aware she was leading a performance for the entertainment and arousal of her guests.
“In the dark, in my bed—yes, Domina. I’m so—I used to be so horny, thinking about women and their bodies, their hips, their bottoms, their legs, their feet—”
“And you can’t get hard anymore, can you?”
“Not—like that. Never when I’m in my cage. And now I—since you began training me—it seems I can only orgasm like a girl, when I’m on the bottom—”
“The receiving partner?” Channah suggested.
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered, covering her own eyes in shame without pausing in her ministrations to the Dragon King’s feet.
“Pathetic!” Channah spat, almost literally, touching herself with her free hand and hissing as if she’d touched fire.
“I know!” Penny started crying, without slowing down, grunting as Channah stepped on her cage and observed:
“Don’t lie to me, Penance. Don’t lie to your Daddy. I can feel how much you like being a girl.” She emphasized her words with more-aggressive, presumably quite painful, jabs and rolls and tugs on Penance’s little cage.
“I don’t, Domina, I’m sorry! I don’t!”
“Then why is your little clitty so hard?”
“It’s so awful! I—I can’t possibly say, Domina! Please don’t make me say it!” And then she whispered: “I don’t even want to hear it!”
“Oh-ho-ho, but I do. And I’m what matters, aren’t I, Meoto?”
“Yes, Domina, you’re all that matters. You and Daddy—”
“Tell me!” She demanded, working her toe in between her cheeks and up towards her little girl’s hole.
“I—I feel like… It’s hard to say it, exactly… I don’t even understand it!” She wept. “How can I explain it?”
“Just do your best, sugar bear. Trust us. Well—trust our experience. There’s very little we haven’t seen before and even less we don’t understand. Go on,” she encouraged her girl with her probing, teasing toe and her taunting tone of voice, finally getting what she wanted.
It came out as the quietest whisper: “I’m—I know I’m such a lowly worm, lower than dirt, it’s such a relief to just—to just be what I am I don’t know…”
But they most definitely did. The room roared and reverberated with cruel laughter as the vulnerable girl’s deepest and most-shameful truths came out.
“I told you you were a shit-eater, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Domina, but I didn’t understand it—”
“Do you understand now?”
“I don’t—maybe!” she howled in pain, before dissolving into sobs. “It’s so unnatural—I can’t—it can’t be that—I don’t understand…!” She bawled.
“But you’re beginning to,” Channah diagnosed her condition with a spiteful, liberating delight. “Don’t worry, my little Pleaser. We’re going to explore this in depth.”
“Sooo much depth!” Rivqah whooped delightedly.
Channah, barely able to contain her smile enough to keep talking, assured Peny: “You’re going to earn your name even better now, Pleaser, now that I can see better what I’m aiming it. I’m going to drag you through your misery and shit until you look like a muddy golem under my feet! It turns you on to be able to finally give up all that exhausting, hopeless, ineffective pride and hope and craving to be something more than you are, something you’re absolutely not, and just admit to us—show us—what a worm you are, doesn’t it?”
“I think so, maybe—Domina! I’m not sure—”
“Oh, I am,” she laughed richly. “And the better I understand you, the better I can tear you apart, sweetheart. Thank you for this key. Admitting who and what you are—to us, maybe even to yourself because only by admitting it to us, are you forced to face it yourself?—Doing that is what makes you happy because you can actually be yourself for once! What a relief that must be!”
“Oh, it is, Domina, it is! But it’s also—terrible—”
“It certainly is mortifying and, I’m sure, painful and humiliating. As it ought to be. Especially when you’re surrounded by big, real men like my First Husband and other fuck buddies here. But you just can’t help who you are, sweetie,” she mock-comforted her girl, reaching back to wrench her tiny scrotum painfully with one hand, as she put her other hand on her neck in a chokehold, demonstrating her mastery of her slave physically as well as mentally. “And nothing feels better than being who you really are, baby…” she cooed encouragingly, shivering with arousal. “Even though you fucking hate it, don’t you? I bet you’d give anything to be different—to be a man!”
“I do! I do so!” Penny bawled. I wish I could be like Daddy instead of like me.”
“Well… admit that to your Daddy, bitch. You’ll feel better. We’ll all feel better,” she chortled.
“Yes, Domina. Oh, Daddy, truly, I wish I could be like you—I wish I could be you, instead of me!”
Chastity wailed, starting her own waterworks: “Me too! YOU’RE a man my lord! You’re the real thing! I know I’m supposed to be like you, but I want to be a girl! I’ve always wanted to be a girl, for as long as I can remember! Ohh! I can never face my father again. Or my brothers! Not even my own mother!”
“I can’t even face myself!” Penny bawled. “I have to try sooo hard to remember I’m a girl and to act like I’m a girl and to accept my place as a girl and put up with so many pawing men who want to play with my body, especially now that it’s a girl’s body, when all I wish is that I’d been born with the spirit of a man! My hate my penis! I mean I love my penis but—but—but all it does now is remind me of what I’m supposed to be, and what a failure I am! Oh how I wish I could be like you!”
“Wait—now you think you can even compare yourself to me, little pussy?!” Húanglóng asked, sounding surprised but doing nothing to conceal the amusement and contempt he felt.
“I’m sorry! I apologize, Daddy!”
“Because you know you’re not a man, as disgraceful as that is? Is that right?”
“That’s right, Daddy,” Penny confessed, as both girls kept weeping and worshiping and working on pleasing their Master.
“Chastity, I understand,” Húanglóng allowed.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” Chastity gushed. “Thank you for understanding and tolerating me!”
“Shut up and stand up in front of me!” Húanglóng barked. “Penny, don’t you dare move or interrupt what you’re doing!” And the moment Chastity was on her feet in front of the Dragon, he grabbed her arm and yanked her across his left knee, pushing her neck down with his left hand and trapping her legs under his right knee before spanking her furiously, a staccato series of blows from his mighty hand that immediately reactivated all her bruised, oversensitized flesh and sent her into tears of pain, multiplying her misery and humiliation. “Dear,” Húanglóng smirked at his First Royal Wife calmly, not even breathing heavily, and without slowing down the motion of his hand. “I’m impressed. You’ve made mincemeat of these girls’ bottoms, haven’t you?”
“I surely have,” she admitted, guffawing with the rest of the room.
“They’re so blue! How weak they are, to have accepted that. I can’t imagine how you thought you could endure a week out here alone with them for company!”
“Honestly—now—I don’t either,” she admitted, standing and playing with herself, leaning forward over Chastity to make out briefly with her husband while their little side-piece took her spanking below them. “I should have known better. Fuck I’m so wet right now!” she admitted, straightening up and stepping back, teasing herself with one finger as she looked back and forth between one crying horny girl desperately worshiping her Master’s foot, and the other one helplessly being spanked like a two-year-old. “Wow.” She shook her head, appreciative and a little appalled. “Thank you for intervening on my behalf to save me from… this freak show, girlfriends!”
“That’s what friends are for!” Rivqah laughed.
Literature Section “07-35 BULLying Cucks for Kicks”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 35 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—5616 words—Accompanying Images: 2176-2186—Published 2025-08-26—©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.
