Tag: humiliation


1649 06-75 Pleaser (Penny)
1650 06-75 I trust you unconditionally, Qahramanah. (Penny)
1651 06-75 Is this one suitable, master? (Penny)
1652 06-75 I stitched all night.  It’s for you Qahramanah! (Penny)

PREVIOUSLY:  Queen Channah has decided to take an opportunity to teach Hanim Qahramanah about how to train her girls, and combines the occasion with an early start to her honeymoon.  They are practicing trust-building.  NOW:

“Do you trust me, Chas?” Channah asked next, and again.

“I do,” she pledged like an eager bride, to all appearances grateful for the chance to repeat it.  Like she’d be happy to repeat it all day.

Esmeray considered, and then nodded to her girl:  “Penny, will you trust me?”

Penny swallowed.  “I will, Qahramanah.”

“Do you promise?”

Penny nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.  I promise to trust you.”

“Good.”

“See how easy that was?”  Channah concluded.  “Now reward her.  Show your appreciation.”

“How?”  Esmeray asked suspiciously.

“Pet her hair, hold her hand, run your fingers down her arm… some gesture of intimacy,” Channah demonstrated by resting her hand on the side of Chas’s neck, making her gasp.

Esmeray looked Penny up and down, and finally placed her hand on Penny’s dress, along her side, just at the base of her ribs, forcing a small but unconvincing smile.

Channah snorted.  “Buy gloves.  Before we return.  I want you to have a pair when we meet you here again.”

She met Channah’s eyes and nodded her agreement.

“Now stand up, Chas.” 

“You may rise, Penny,” Esmeray pronounced, deliberately ostentatiously, goofing around.

Turning Chas around, Channah replaced her blindfold as Esmeray imitated her with Penny.  Then the two women returned the girls to their back-to-back positions.

Donning the Purple

When she met Channah’s eyes, the Queen smiled and held her finger over her lips.  “Pick another item from the box,” she said, while with her hands, she mimed placing a bit in her mouth.  Esmeray nodded, smiling slightly.  “Now that the girls are blind, they will feel extra vulnerable.  It’s why we started with the blindfolds.  Being able to see is one of the most important forms of control, especially for a trans girl.  But it applies to everyone.”  With an impish look, she gently pushed Chas into Penny, and the two women laughed at the way they struggled to avoid touching one another again, reacting to any touch as if they’d been shocked with static electricity.

Channah took one of the two gags, lifting it over Chas’s head without touching her, then leaning in tight to the girl’s back, startling her, with her lips inches from Chas’s ear.  Esmeray imitated her.  Almost—not quite touching Penny anywhere, but getting close, looking very serious and thoughtful about it.  “Open wide, girls,” Channah commanded, popping the horse bit between Chas’s teeth and tugging back.  “This one you don’t want to be tight in the back—you want that little bit of distance.  But in front, it’s another matter.  It’s okay to stretch those lips a little bit.”  She laughed deeply in her throat as Esmeray surprised Penny by tugging harder so she could ratchet the strap far enough to reach the next hole.  “Their lips shouldn’t be so tight they’re white or stiff.  But a little bit of discomfort is okay.  You can test for extra stretch in their lips, too, if you’re willing to stick your finger in their mouth.”  And she demonstrated, tugging the corners of Chas’s lips a bit to demonstrate they still had room to extend further, her voice becoming more sing-songy.  “I like them to remember they’re suffering for our pleasure.  Something bearable so it doesn’t distract them from us, but intense enough to assure me I’m on their minds constantly.”

“Yes…” Esmeray nodded slowly, pleased with the idea.  “Are you uncomfortable, little girl?”

“Yeph, khawamannath,” Penny murmured around her bit, nodding her head while the women laughed at her pronunciation.  “Pleeff nopsahbite!”

“Well, I couldn’t understand that at all,” Esmeray protested and shrugged, meanly but not quite convincingly, clapping her girl on the shoulders and reaching back into the box, frowning and looking askance at Channah.

“Did you find something… interesting?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she agreed, holding up two hollow brass bars shaped like Latin crosses, with rings at the end of each side arm and at the end of the long bottom arm, while the top arm curved like a scorpion’s tail, ending in a glass bulb.  They clanged slightly against one another, catching the girls’ attention.                     

Channah shook her head, containing her urge to smile.  “Let’s stick with purple for now.”  And she nodded with approval as Esmeray handed her one arm cuff, and then a second.

“Hold your arms up for me,” Channah ordered Chas, using her own hands to guide his where she wanted them, and nodded to Esmeray, who told Penny: 

“You too, Penny.  Hands up to your waist.” 

Channah shuffled counter-clockwise so she was looking at the girls from the side and began cuffing Chas’s right wrist, while Esmeray did the same to Penny.  Penny made a slight whimpering sound.

“Hot,” Channah responded, leaning in and kissing him lightly on the cheek.  “So glad you girls are gagged so we don’t have to contend with your words and ideas anymore.  Just your raw feelings.  Be good and stay still, sweetie.  You don’t really have any choice, do you?”  she taunted her.  “You’re in hell, my hell, surrounded by the damned and my guards.  Accepting bondage is just a way for you to prove you trust me.  So romantic…” she sighed, rooting through the box for the remaining wrist cuffs and handing one to Esmeray.  “Let’s swap girls,” Channah giggled, fairly confident she was the only one in this small group who would understand the joke.  Maybe Chas… maybe.  But she was only a libertine by England’s tight-laced standards.

“Same little-finger test, Mistress?”  Esmeray asked, checking Penny’s right wrist before turning to Chas’s left.

“Always, child.  It’s still tight enough they can’t slide them over their thumbs, but you can always double-check if you’re concerned.”  And she demonstrated, making sure the cuffs were narrower than Chas’s wrists.

Next, after finding the four purple leg restraints, the woman squatted down beside the girls and bound their ankles.  Channah ran her hand over the girls’ calves and ankles, drawing a curious stare from Esmeray.  “I love the way the stockings feel on their smooth legs.  All silky and slippery.”  Hesitantly, Esmeray ran her own fingers up Penny’s leg, liking the way she could make the girl shiver when her fingers slipped up behind her knees to her thighs.  Channah paused and watched until Esmeray became self-conscious of her observation and stopped.  “Do you like it?”

She thought, and admitted:  “I like the gags because I can tell them what to do but they can’t engage me back in any way.  No questions from Little Miss Bigmouth—what?”

“That’s exactly what Fang called her,” Channah chittered.

“It fits.  As you warned me.  But now:  No questions, no complaints, no protests, no arguments….  And,” she set Chas’s ankle cuff down for a moment, running her hands up and down both girls’ legs, a little more relaxed than a moment earlier.  “I like the stockings for the same reason:  I can feel them, even imagine them, but I’m not actually, you know…”

“Touching them?”

“Exactly.”

Literature Section “06-75 Dance of the Qahramanat X”—Part 75 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1155 words—Accompanying Images:  1649-1652—Published 2025-04-27—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.


1645 06-74 Will you trust me?
1646 06-74 I’ve got you, baby.  I won’t let you fall

1647 06-74 Boss Esmeray.  The same chains bind us all
1648 06-74 Was that defiance?  I didn’t think so

PREVIOUSLY:  Queen Channah has decided to take an opportunity to teach Hanim Qahramanah about how to train her girls, and combines the occasion with an early start to her honeymoon.  While discussing trust and discipline, Channah surprises Esmeray by reminding her of a time she thought she had run away undetected.  NOW:

A Trip Down Memory Back-Alley

“Of course I knew, my little runaway,” Channah laughed musically.  “You were a clever teenager, and clearly a wild one, but we’ve been wrangling hucows since before human history even began.   What was so important about that flight, do you think?”

Esmeray opened her mouth as if to answer, then snapped it shut, eyes darting around as if searching for the right answer in the air around her.  And then, amazingly, they seemed to find what she was looking for, widening, and flitting briefly past Channah’s, before she looked intently down at the floor.

Channah stared at her silently until she whispered:  “That was the last time I left.  And the first time I came back on my own.”

Channah beamed.  “And have I asked you to take risks since then?”

Esmeray laughed.  “I should think so!”

“So why are you here, helping me now?”  Esmeray looked anywhere but at Channah.  “Because you’re not stupid, Esmeray.  Because even with everything you experienced, all the times your trust was violated, you still know that trusting someone, sometimes, is unavoidable.  And have I ever betrayed your trust, Esmeray?”

“Not yet,” she admitted hoarsely.

Channah rolled her eyes but otherwise let it go. 

Trust Games

“Now I want Penny and Chas to learn to trust you.  While I train Chas, I want you to begin the process of teaching Penny that she belongs by your side, or at your feet before you.  Schooling her so she’ll never run away from you, even when she’s back near the places she grew up, because she’s learned that she’s better off and happier with you.”  Channah smiled thinly.  “Even when you’re a total bitch.” 

Esmeray met her eyes for a long moment, and finally nodded.  “I’ll try.”

“I don’t think you have to try to be a total bitch, my dear,” Channah snickered cattily.  “But the really hard part for you is, if you want Penny to trust you, you have to learn to trust her.  Just as I trust you.”

“You—trust—” Esmeray looked down at Penny for a moment, startled by the idea, then startled that the idea of someone trusting her, itself startled her.  Finally she looked back at Channah.  Exasperated, she repeated herself:  “I’ll.  Try.”

“Good.  You’re already Penny’s world.  Can you see that?  How sincerely she’s been attending to you since I asked her?  She’s a good girl.  Now you focus on her.”

With a deep breath, Esmeray squared her shoulders and met Penny’s eyes, continuing to hold her wrists and wrapped fists.  She stood about a foot away from the smaller woman. 

“Ask her to kneel to you.”

“’Ask’?” 

“Yes.  Of course, as Penny’s qahramanah, it’s your prerogative to order her to her knees any time you want for any reason, or for no reason at all.  Penny knows that as well as you do.  Don’t you, Penny?”

“Yes, Domina.”

Channah petted Penny’s hair absently as she continued speaking to Esmeray:  “Remember, this moment isn’t about force.  This moment is about Penny acknowledging her place, admitting her acceptance of your dominance.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

Channah caught her eye and mouthed “Pleaser,” as she ruffled Penny’s hair a second before dropping her hand.  Out loud, she said:  “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take that risk and see.”  Leaning forward, she emphasized:  “That’s the point.”

Staring solemnly down at Penny a moment, Esmeray breathed deeply again—and then looked back up at Channah:  “Ask?!  I—I don’t like to ask.  I prefer to tell.”

“I know you do,” Channah chuckled.  “And I feel similarly.  But the question that distinguishes us right now, is why?” 

“Because it’s easier.”

“But why?” And when she looked confused, Channah explained:  “I’ve been Queen of Hell longer than the Pharaonic dynasties ruled Egypt.  It’s almost always easier for me to order than to ask because I know from long experience, I can trust my own knowledge and judgment.  But is that why it’s easier for you?  You’re an impressive young woman, but you are just that:  young.  A mere quarter-century young.  Are you so sure you have all the answers already, or is it easier not to ask, because you’re afraid to leave the decision up to them?”

Esmeray stared at her blankly, eyes losing focus as she considered the question, and perhaps even how it might apply to her.  She didn’t seem to reach a solid answer, but she did look a bit frustrated.

Channah pointed at Penny from behind again, and repeated silently:  “Pleaser.”  Then Channah moved in front of Chas, took her hands, and silently commanded the attention of her eyes.  Not that Chas could see anything else with the vision of Channah before him.  Channah smirked back at her, pleased.  “Be sure to use Penny’s name when you address her.  Frequently.  Using her name, while she addresses you with your title, will both reinforce the natural hierarchy between you; and make you feel closer to one another.  Now, follow my example.  If you want to change the words, good.  The more unique and authentic your words are, the better.  But I want you to get similar commitments from Penny, that I receive from Chas.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Esmeray agreed.

“And when I say ‘similar,’ for example:  Chas already trusts me.  Don’t you, Chas?”

“Oh, yes Domina!” she assured her earnestly.  It was not yet the love Penny felt, but it was as close to that as it was to mere trust. 

“Whereas you do not trust that Penny trusts you yet.  You have just revealed that.”

Esmeray looked discomfited, and sounded almost accusatory:  “You’re going to tell me that’s somehow a sign of weakness, too, aren’t you?  Even though only suckers trust other people.”

“Correct!  Or perhaps more precisely, it’s a sign of a lack of confidence in your own ability to command the trust of your lessers.  Learn to act like you trust others, even if you do not.”  Channah gave her full, undivided attention to Chas, smiling softly and looking into her eyes.

“Will you please kneel to me?”

“Oh, yes, Domina,” she sighed, sliding down to her knees like a leaf floating to the ground.

Channah looked at Esmeray, who glanced at her before addressing Penny:  “Penny, I would like you to show your trust in me by kneeling before me.  Will you do that?”

“Yes, Qahramanah,” she answered, sliding to her knees without taking her eyes from Esmeray’s.  Esmeray smiled despite herself.

“Now, can you step closer to her?”  Channah asked, stepping forward so she was immediately in front of Chas, her legs pressed against the girl’s shoulders and arms, her crotch directly in the girl’s face, the two of them sharing a playful laugh together as she craned her neck to keep Channah’s eyes.  “Like this.  See how it forces her to strain for you?”

“Standing against her,” Esmeray intoned.  “Right up against her.”

“Or even further,” Channah winked at Esmeray, then down at Chas, stepping several more inches forward, pushing Chas backwards so she had to strain her muscles to hold her position.  “I’d push her all the way until she fell back on her hands, except I don’t want to scuff their lovely new mitts.  But it’s always a move to consider.”

Esmeray snorted, and made herself step forward, forcing Penny to rear back a few inches, just like Chas.  “It’s not so bad,” she reported, her tone leaving it open whether she was talking to Channah or to herself; her slight shiver making Penny promise herself to do her best.

Literature Section “06-74 Dance of the Qahramanat IX”—Part 74 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1252 words—Accompanying Images:  1645-1648—Published 2025-04-26—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.


1641 06-73 I’ve got you, baby doll
1642 06-73 I trust you to protect me
1643 06-73 You’re my savior!  As you saved me
1644 06-73 Channah rescues Penny in her dreams

PREVIOUSLY:  Queen Channah has decided to take an opportunity to teach Hanim Qahramanah about how to train her girls, and combines the occasion with an early start to her honeymoon.  They are discussing trust.  NOW:

“Here, let’s try something,” Channah decided.  “Chas, will you be still and patient for me?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good girl.”  She squeezed Chas’s hand reassuringly and stepped around, removing Chas’s blindfold and then turning her to face sideways.  “Stay,” she smirked at Chas, then removed Penny’s blindfold to find her staring curiously but acceptingly at Channah.  Spinning her back to face Esmeray, Channah announced:  “Penny, I want you to give Esmeray every bit of your attention.  Chas, you can listen, but when I’m ready for you, I want you to give me your full attention as well.”

“Of course, Domina.”

“Penny, I’ve taken off your blindfold for a moment so you can watch Esmeray, and listen to her, and give her every one of your senses.”

“Yes, Domina,” she agreed, seriously, looking up into Esmeray’s eyes.

“Esmeray, I want you to take Penny’s hands.”  Esmeray stiffened, and Channah repeated soothingly:  “It’s okay, Esmeray.  Here—even better…”  She reached down into the box and removed two pairs of something that looked like purple mittens with short belts attached, handing one pair to Esmeray and commanding the girls:  “Penny and Chas, hold up your hands in front of you and make them into fists.”

“Domina?” Penny asked, surprised and even recoiling a bit, while Chas did as she was told.

“Did you see that reaction, Esmeray?”

She nodded slowly.

“What did you see?  How did she react when she wondered if I was going to have her be aggressive?”

“She—didn’t like the idea,” Esmeray nodded uncertainly.

“Correct!  No, she did not.  She’s very sweet and trusting.  Even more than the others.  That’s why she’s perfect for you to practice on.”  Then, turning back to Penny, Channah clarified:  “Obviously you girls will leave the mucho toro macho posing to the mamluks.  I meant, curl your fingers and thumbs as if you were trying to make weak little fists.  Imagine your lover is carrying you away against your will and you’re going to beat ineffectively on his chest in a futile gesture of protest.”

“Domina!”  Penny protested weakly, turning pink and breathing faster, while the women laughed.  But she held her hands up in loose little fists. 

“See how her thumbs are outside like they’re supposed to be?  Actually, she’s been trained to fight like the rest of them.  She just doesn’t have the… let’s be honest, the cojones to be a toro.”

“I see that.  More of a vaca marica.”

“Qahramanah…” Penny whined softly.

“Is that resistance?”  Esmeray snapped, and when Penny swallowed and shook her head, she concluded:  “I didn’t think so.”

“Slide the glove over her fist.  Pull it as hard as you can, and then fasten the belt around her wrist,” Channah instructed, demonstrating on Chas.

“I’m not sure it’s big enough…”

“Fortunately, the two of them are almost identical in size.  One of the many reasons they make such a perfect pair.  And they’ve been carefully measured in the past few weeks.  Do you remember, Penny?”

“Yes, Domina.  For… grown-up clothes,” Penny blushed charmingly again.

“Physically grown-up, at least.  As much as you’re going to.  As a boy anyway.” When they were both done binding their girls’ hands, the straps around the wrists locking their hands into fists inside the thickly-padded gloves, Channah stood back and repeated:  “Now you can touch the leather instead of the girl.”

“And she’s—she’s really quite helpless already,” Esmeray marveled, facing Penny and holding her by her leather-cuffed wrists and leather-bound fistettes. 

“Now, this is a very important and intimate moment,” Channah cautioned her.  “Imagine she is your daughter.”

“She’s not going to like that,” Esmeray shook her head, something ugly and fierce stealing across her face and eyes, as Penny quickly looked down, gasping.

Channah considered a moment.  “Have you ever had a pet?”

“I had a puppy once.  On the streets of Constantinople.  We protected each other.”

“Imagine she’s your puppy.  That puppy.”

Esmeray suddenly beamed.  “I like that idea.  He’s—she’s—my little savior.  I’d love to make her my pet.  She’d be perfect!”

Channah smothered a smile.  “Then the stars have aligned for you, Esmeray dear.  As Penny’s quaramanah, she is yours to do anything you see fit to when she’s under your authority.  Anything your heart desires.  Your puppy, your plaything, your piglet, your placemat.”  Channah shrugged.  “Anything you want to fashion her into.”

“Good.  You’re my puppy now!” she informed the girl gaily.

“Yes, Qahramanah,” Penny answered, uncertain but unresisting.

“What I want is for both of you to learn to trust one another and be close to one another.  Partly that’s about force, Esmeray—showing her you’re always in charge, correcting her immediately for any infraction, and occasionally reminding her how utterly she is yours, even when she’s been a good little doggie for you.”

“Yesss,” Esmeray nodded, looking down at Penny with an odd light in her eyes. 

“But you don’t want a Spartacus who’s only obedient as long as he has to be.  You want a pleaser who genuinely wants to submit to you.  Penny’s naturally submissive so she wants to obey and follow.  But you want her to feel that submission for you, especially for you.  More for you than anyone except for me.”

“But trusting is stupid,” Esmeray frowned and shook her head, disagreeing, looking troubled.  “Penny’s not stupid.  Discipline is better.”

“Actually,” Channah agreed, “none of your slave girls are slouches in the intellect department.  We don’t recruit many idiots.  There’s no reason to, unless they have some extraordinary compensating talent.  Everyone on this platform, almost all the mamluks and jawari, are smart.”

“Then—” Esmeray made a frustrated gesture.  “What are we trying to achieve here?”

 “Trust, Esmeray.  I thought that was clear.  As it turns out, you are wrong about trust.  Discipline is useful, but discipline and trust go together.  They’re not substitutes.  Not when molding a servant.  Every one of my vassals and slaves on this platform proves it:  trust is smart.  Yes, trust can always be betrayed.  And yet it’s necessary—humans couldn’t survive without it.”

“I survived.”

Channah cackled.  “Ah, Esmeray, the memory plays tricks.  Do you remember where I found you?”

She reddened.

“Locked underground like a half-drowned rat, likely bound for the inquisitor’s stake?  Do you remember the first time I took you back to Constantinople, a few years later, and you ran back to your old street?  Alley, really?”

“You—you knew about that?!” Esmeray gasped, surprised and worried.

Literature Section “06-73 Dance of the Qahramanat VIII”—Part 73 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1076 words—Accompanying Images:  1641-1644—Published 2025-04-25—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1569 06-54 Cute girls trying on shoes^
1570 06-54 EEEEEE!!!!^
1571 06-54 We look beautiful!  Thank you, Domina!^

Once she was satisfied with every garter, she nodded.  “Now stand like ladies, backs straight, take your other stocking, and sit on the couch.”

She watched as they scurried over to the sofa and sat there, looking at her expectantly.  She didn’t disappoint:  “Now, leave one foot on the floor again and pull the other one up on the edge of the sofa, heel on the cushion, toes hanging off the edge.  I don’t know what you’re blushing for.  You both have panties on already.  Imagine if you didn’t!”  She stepped closer to them, stroking their hair, loving the way Penny gasped and turned her chin to help Channah run her fingers down her cheek.  “Roll up the other stocking, without moving your legs.  Try to keep your backs straight and your shoulders back.  And when you’re ready, you’re going to slip the stocking over your toes.  As soon as you have the ball of your foot in the stocking, you’re going to straighten that leg—”

“What?!”

“You heard me, missy, straighten it and point your toe as high as you can manage while you roll the stocking on.”  The girls giggled, not finding this nearly as easy as the standing position, and Channah laughed at their efforts. 

“Even after all the training you’ve had, you’re not very limber, girls.  We are going to work on that, I promise you.  But,” she allowed reluctantly as she stepped back from them, “not too terribly bad, all things considered.  Next gift!”

Finishing Touches

The next boxes held tall, sleek pumps of fine white leather, with three almost gladiatorial parallel ankle straps accented with golden brass studs and buckles.

“They’re beautiful,” Penny marveled.  “But I’m afraid I’m going to fall on my face!  They’re so tall!”

Channah laughed.  “Practice makes perfect, girls, and I will expect you to practice.  As you’ll see…”

Chas, absent-mindedly touched her collar and blushed.  “They match!”  Her observation surprised Penny, who imitated her automatically, both girls making “O” faces like little dolls, while Channah smirked.

“They certainly do.”  Picking up the discarded boxes, she set them behind her, making the girls curious what they had missed.  “As you’ll see in a moment.  Now, I want you to practice putting your shoes on the same way you did your stockings.  First, sitting on the sofa with your leg raised delicately, go on… not too bad… Chas, try smoothing your stocking with one hand while holding the shoe in place with the other, before buckling it up.  Penny, no cheating!  All three buckles with your foot in the air!  Oh, that’s not graceful!”  she tried very hard to look disapproving, and failed, snorting at Penny’s efforts.

“Um… Domina,” Chas looked discomfited again.  “The top strap…”

“Indeed,” she agreed.  The first two straps had buckles no different from those of a tiny little belt.  The topmost, however, had only a “U”-shaped wicket on the mouth and a series of slits on the tongue, with no way to fasten them together.  “You girls need to get better about checking the boxes thoroughly.  These shoes really do match your collars.”  She held up a small gold padlock and key.

“Domina,” Chas managed hoarsely as she smiled archly.  “Here, lift your foot onto my lap.  Point your toes and twist your leg so your toes point towards your midline, it’s much more graceful,” she assured the girls, snapping the lock shut, and then repeating the process with Penny, her hands feeling warm and intimate on their legs.

“They’re like little collars around our ankles,” Penny agreed, looking ambivalently at her leg where it rested on Channah.

“They are!  You girls are so cute.  Let’s see how you do standing, with one foot on the table, as before…”

“Only now we can hardly balance, Domina!”

“That’s not my problem,” she feigned innocence.  “Come on, show me what refined young ladies you are.  Don’t fall!  Penny honey, hold Chas first while she finishes, then she can hold you.  Don’t hold her like she’s a chamber pot!  Face her, stand against her, and hold her hips to give her some stability!”  Channah ‘helped’ by positioning Penny with her crotch tight against Chas’s hip, making both girls blush, the way she was struggling to smother a smile belying the idea it was an innocent exercise.  “Don’t be shy.  Much better!  Now Chas will feel safe!  Feeling safe is a good foundation for feeling sexy.”

Channah let the third tiny gold lock dangle from her fingers, offering it to Chas, who snapped it in place with his head bowed, not meeting her eyes; and then it was time for them to reverse roles.  “Only now, Chas is even less stable than before.  Which makes it more important than ever that you stand tightly together for stability.”

When they were done, she could see they were hesitant to move and laughed merrily at their worried expressions.  “If you can make it to the sofa, you can sit there and I will even bring you your last two gifts.”

“Oh, Domina…” the girls breathed reverently, their suspicions of what the last box would hold at once confirmed and exceeded.  Each box held a gorgeous white brocade dress, with the same gold pattern of medlars and the same cut as Channah’s scarlet dress.  “We match!” with great hesitance and difficulty showing how moved they were, they rose to their feet and hugged her, kissing her on each cheek, each girl depending on Channah’s stability for their own even as they were trying to thank her.

And the three of them did match, beautifully.  Once the girls were dressed they stood together, flanking their Domina, admiring themselves in the mirror.  Even with their cripplingly high heels, the girls were still half a head shorter than Channah; the vibrance of her scarlet and black drawing the eye away from the girls.  Their Queen was the peacock to their peahens, as was only fitting.  But there was no doubt, all three of them looked amazing, and either of the girls on her own quite regal.  All three dresses were beautiful and special temples, celebrating their wearers.

“Fortunately for you,” Channah began, “I had my servants stock up the palace already.  I can see you won’t be able to do much carrying in those shoes!”

“And we certainly cannot kick them off, Domina,” Penny blushed.

“These dresses are made to go with the shoes, so don’t you dare take them off while wearing them or the hems will drag on the floor.”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Now, gather your shifts and half-shifts in one box apiece, that’s all you’ll need for the week.  Or,” she proposed mischievously, “If you prefer, you can leave them behind.”

“No, Domina!” they wailed with mock seriousness.

Literature Section “06-54 Hella Honeymoon XI”—Part 54 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1125 words—Accompanying Images:  1569-1571—Published 2025-04-07—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1566 06-53 Legs straight, toes pointed–Training her girls right
1567 06-53 Back arched, breasts forward, butt back, my good little sluts^
1568 06-53 Such lovely flirtatious smiles will please your masters, girls^

“Concentrate on making sure Penny’s laces are even, perfectly matched from top to bottom, tight enough so there’s a bit of tension on every length of lace, but not so tight that you squeeze Penny.  Remember, she’s going to help you next, so you don’t want to do a bad job for her!”

“Of course not!”  Chas assured her.  “Penny, I’m trying my best.”

“I know you are,” she responded confidently.

“Aww….” Channah teased them.  “Such sweet girls.”  She spun Penny back and forth again, making minor adjustments and appraising the laces in front and back critically, then circled her once before nodding in approval.  “That’s very good!  Now let’s do Chas.”

What Mama Likes

When she was satisfied with both corsets, she clapped her hands delightedly and announced:  “Next gift!”

These contained not just one, but a stack of simple, and semi-sheer, linen shifts.  The girls gasped modestly.  “They’re better than the half-shifts, but they’re hardly even all there!”  Modest Penny protested.

“Count yourself lucky I’m offering you anything at all, young lady!  Once we arrive at my palace, you won’t need to wear anything.”  They squeaked in surprise at the idea.  “Not a stitch of clothing all week.  And,” she laughed, “I’d prefer if you didn’t.  But if you must, knowing what shy young near-virgins you are, I will allow you wear these.”

“Thank you, Domina,” they chorused.

“That didn’t sound very enthusiastic, Penny,” she chided.

“I apologize, Domina.  I—” and when she saw Channah was watching with one eyebrow cocked for her to finish the thought, she did, miserably, shoulders slumping and murmuring in embarrassment, knowing she was repeating herself:  “I think I’ll feel more naked with one of these on than off.”

Channah whooped and clapped.  “Then my evil plan is working!  Go on, put them on.  And remember, while we’re at the palace, you girls are to wear these and only these.  I don’t want you to don so much as a hairpin otherwise, until we leave.”  They exchanged a glance and shivered, glad to pull the shifts over them and tugging them down as far as they would go.  Which was not very far, especially over the stays.

Watching them with amusement, she snorted.  “Nice and short, so I can see your pretty legs.  that’s how I like my girls to be nearly-dressed.”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas pressed her lips together and raised her eyebrows at Penny, who looked away, embarrassed but also excited.

“Now the next one.  Are your nails trimmed?”

“Yes, Domina,” they chorused, turning red as they found frilly white satin panties and hose.

Work It, Girl

“Starting with these items, I want you to practice being sensual and sexy for me whenever you get dressed or undressed in front of me.”

“Domina!”  They blushed.  “What do you mean?”  Penny sounded more embarrassed; Chas, more intrigued.

“I want you to move and stretch and dress with the grace and beauty of a ballerina performing on stage.  Start with the panties.  Turn away from me.”  She chuckled at their soft noises of surprise and ineffective protest.  “Now use your fingers and thumbs gracefully to open them wide.  Now, lean forward.”

They squealed in protest and she insisted:  “Bend.  Over.  Girls.  Hold your panties close to the ground and step into them gracefully—toes pointed like ballerinas.  And don’t lose your balance like dorks.”  They giggled again, a combination of embarrassment and amusement, as they followed her commands, beginning to warm to the game.  “Now the other foot.  Now, keeping your legs straight, draw the panties up to your waists, wiggling your hips a little as you pull the panties over them.”

“Oh, no…” Penny moaned, not entirely mortified, but doing it, as Channah laughed at them and they laughed at the whole exercise.

“Very fetching, girls.  Now, we’re going to show you two different ways to put your stockings on.  First, take one stocking…”

“These are too long!  They won’t stay up!” Chas protested.

“You’re obviously not paying attention,” Channah shook her head.  “Take your stocking and stand in front of the low table.  Put one foot on the table and keep the other on the ground.  Now lean forward as far and as low as you can, and roll the stockings up and pull them on.”

“We don’t need to bend over like this, just to roll them up,” Penny laughed, shaking her head.

“I think that’s the point, silly!”  Chas told him.

“Very good, Chas.  Because it’s not necessary, I know you’re doing it for me, putting on a show, for me.  Trying to turn me on.”

The girls gaped at one another in surprise.  “Is it working?” Chas asked.

“Cheeky girl!” Channah smirked, watching her turn red, looking pleased with herself.  And admitted:  “Maybe just a little bit.  I’m going to watch you practice this all week so you get better.  You can push your hips out and curve your back while you do it, too—curve your back the other way, ninny!” She chortled at Penny.  “Why do you think you’re wearing stays?!  Arch your back to emphasize your hips and chest.  You’re not trying to look like an old woman!” 

“Domina!  This is most—well—impractical!”  Penny complained indignantly, but even she had a faint smile on her face, getting into the spirit of the proceedings.

“Be glad I had these stays made short in front.  True, I had reasons of my own, but imagine how impractical it would feel if the stays were cutting into your thighs now.  Good girls,” she complimented them.  “And if I were you, Penny, I’d be practical by thinking about the fact bare-handed spankings are very much on the menu on a honeymoon!”

“Yes, Domina,” she blushed.

“Much better, now pull the rolled stocking on over the ball of your foot, and as soon as you’ve done so, set the ball of your foot back on the table.  Keep it there, toes touching the table, heel arched prettily off it, bent over as far as you can manage while rolling the stocking up your leg.  If you’re still bending over with your back arched when you get it to the top, you’re ready for the dancehall!”  They both laughed and shook their heads, trying to pretend they were more shocked than they were feeling at this point.  When they were finished, they both stayed bent over, looking back at her upside-down, waiting for permission to move.  “Veeerry good, girls,” she beamed, clapping her hands.  “Now, find the three garters on that side of your stays and attach them to the tops of your stockings.  Here, let me help.” 

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1562 06-52 Chas helps Penny tighten her corset^
1563 06-52 Penny tightens Chas’s laces^
1564 06-50 Helping little old ladies cross the street safely^
1565 06-50 Injustice League–Fighting Injustice!!!^

Reassurance

They sat together in silence for some time, deep in their own thoughts, and comfortable with the quiet holding them together for a while.

After a long, long time she sighed:  “Now you know the worst of me.”  She laughed ruefully.  “Not a very romantic beginning to a honeymoon.”

Penny looked up at her.  “But real. And intimate.”

With a concerned frown, she leaned down and softly pressed her lips to Penny’s, their eyes both closed, focusing on the connection between them.  Suddenly Channah changed the game, using her tongue to press open Penny’s lips, which she allowed, yielding as her Queen claimed her with a low moan.  Channah was very much the aggressor, and she laughed softly when something—a tightening, a low squeak, something—by Penny let her know how much she was reacting, and how badly she was suddenly being pinched.

“Come here,” she growled, pulling Chas to her and giving her the same treatment, and getting the same result, while feeling Penny nuzzle and softly kiss the side of her neck.

Becoming Decent

Pleased when they were both moaning, she pulled away and rubbed their elbows.  “Stand up, girls, I have presents for you!  Up! Up!”  And as they stood, their moans turning to groans, she slapped each girl sharply on the buttocks, eliciting surprised yelps.  “Stand up straight.”

“It hurts…” Penny whimpered.

“I know.”  She licked her lips, pointing archly with her hands to two piles of gifts.  “Penny’s, and Chas’s.  Open the top one first.”

Curious, they did so, gasping as each girl pulled gleaming white stays from her first box.  They looked at one another in wonder.

“You’re adults now, girls.  Technically,” she snickered.  “If you weren’t such little bitches you’d be called ‘women.’  But I can assure you, you two immature little ladies will continue to be guided by me and to obey me.”  She liked that the knowledge of that, and the certainty it was true, embarrassed them.  “Decent grown women wear stays.  And I want you to be decent—beyond reproach—when you aren’t slutting out in private for me.  There should also be five sexy little half-shifts in the same box.”

“Yes, Domina,” they admitted, finding them, looking delightfully awkward and embarrassed.  “Go on, put one on, to protect your stays.”  Each half-shift was a tube of fabric extending from under her arms to just below her waist, with bands of fabric over each shoulder to keep them in place.  “I feel more naked with this on than I did before,” Penny complained, confirming it by covering her crotch with her hands.

“Good, that’s an added bonus then, isn’t it, my panting little crêpe?”

“What?”  Penny looked at her, eyes wide, mouth opened in an ‘O’, so shocked it wasn’t until a moment later she turned red and looked away.  “I’m sorry, Domina, I didn’t mean to sass you.”

“I hope not.  Now you’re going to have to help one another with the stays because they’re pairs-of-bodies, laced in front and back.  If you try to put one on by yourself there’s a good chance it will twist every which way.  Let’s do Penny first.  Chas, set yours down and take hold of the back of the stays while Penny holds the front, and slide it over her.”  She watched with amusement as the girls struggled with the unfamiliar garment.  “Oh, here,” she lent a hand until the garment was situated on Penny.  “Now, Chas, stand behind Penny.  Before you start lacing, make sure the modesty panels are smooth and flat against the skin.  Both for beauty, and for comfort since we’re putting these so close to your skin and the panels are much stiffer and thicker than your half-shifts.  Once those are flat, you’re going to pull the back laces tighter while Penny does the front.  You see the bow is at the bottom, so you’re going to start at the top, but—NO, Chas,” she swatted Chas on the bottom causing her to blush and smile with embarrassment. 

“This isn’t a strength contest.  The first time especially, you have to coordinate the lacing in front and back.  If you compare the panels in front and back—” she showed Chas, spinning Penny around like she was a mannequin mounted on a swivel, while both girls giggled, causing her to giggle too.  “Silly girls.  You see it’s wider in the back.  The stays have to be at least tight enough so no skin shows between the panel and the body.  But the goal isn’t to squish Penny, it’s to give her a nice cylindrical shape.”

“What are these?!” Penny asked, examining the padded strip that ran along the top inner edge of her stays.

Channah laughed merrily.  “What do you think?  Stays are intended to flatten and raise a lady’s breasts, making her upper body more cylindrical.  But not too much so—women don’t want to look like men!  So the pad gives you a little help.  It’s one of the two reasons we’re putting them on under your dresses.”

“What’s the other?”

“It will be easier to show you when you help Chas.  Chas?  Here.”  She waved a strap of reinforced fabric with a clip extending from the bottom of the stays.  There were six in total, two in front and one in back of each body of the stays.  “It’s a garter.  A Succubaean invention.  I’ll explain it more when Penny can see one.”

“Garters were invented by succubae?” Chas asked in surprise.  Channah was beginning to learn that although Chas deferred to Penny in many areas, either because she wasn’t interested or she wasn’t confident of her knowledge in them, their roles reversed when it came to such things as fashion, style, and manners expected of the gentry. 

“Not garters, silly.  Attaching them to stays instead of wrapping them around the legs.”

“Why?”

“Wait for your next surprise,” she softly tapped the tip of her index finger on Chas’s nose.  “You’re worse than Penny when it comes to fashions!”

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Literature Section “06-52 Hella Honeymoon IX”—Part
52 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête
Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Continued from 06-51—1002 words—Accompanying Images: 
1562-1563; for 06-50, 1564-1565—Published
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1558 06-51 Raise the red flag! NO QUARTER!!!^
1559 06-51 Murder the prisoners. Every. Single. One.^
1560 06-51 My treacherous hand has drawn my own blood!^
1561 06-51 My sword and honor are stained by the blood I have drawn^

She shook her head, horrified and awed by her own evil.  “I did that.”  And then, again:  “I did that.”  There was a long silence, Channah lost in her thoughts, the girls too shocked and appalled and even sympathetic to who she had become now, all at once, to say anything.

Finally, she resumed, still out wherever her thoughts were:  “I’ve done terrible things.”  Then, surprisingly, she laughed fondly, and explained:  “Húanglóng.  It was Húanglóng.  We were allies, considering the more permanent connection between our two Courts that eventually manifested in our marriage, and already nearly as close to one another as I am to my Duchesses and Dukes.  He asked me what it accomplished, and whether it wouldn’t be better to try and teach them better, rather than dispatching them to… wherever they go.  Went.”

They knew these were words she had not spoken to many humans in her entire long life, if any.  And they waited silently, almost breathlessly, so she could continue.  “When I was cut off from Heaven… I think I remember a time I had more…” she frowned, searching for the word.  “Compassion.  Or maybe, kindness… Or…”

“Love?” Penny whispered, and she looked down at him, gratefully and with surprise.

“Yesss…” she hissed, unconsciously imitating his whisper, before she went back to wherever she had been.  “Love,” she nodded wonderingly, mulling it over in her own mind.  “I think I still feel love… some… I love myself.  I love my sisters and brothers.”  She looked down at them.  “And I’m starting to fall in love with you.  I’m sure of it.  There are a few humans I can love, and you… feel that way to me.  It’s one of the reasons I married you.  But there’s definitely something—” she pinched her lips together, hard, sounding hoarse:  “Something I’ve lost.  Something that made me… less vindictive.  Less proud.  Less… abandoned.  I didn’t act this way.  Oh, I acted rashly, and even—even with malice.”  She swallowed.

“Being the Queen… everyone looks to me.  At first, I thought:  Obviously I should be the Queen.  I’m the best!  The most-powerful, the most-beautiful, the most-caring—at least in hell—the most-natural leader; and of course I want to be the Queen.  I should be put first!  I deserve to be put first!  But the others can’t imagine, and I daren’t show them, the burdens.  Any weakness at all.  Either for my own sake, lest they sense vulnerability and try to take advantage of me… or for their sake, lest they panic that their leader has the same doubts they do.”

“Of course, Heaven is a cypher to me.  As is the Lord.  That… soul, that warm connection to knowledge of what is right and good, is gone.  But I can still think, and feel, and breathe.  On Earth, are Queens and Kings not chosen by the Lord?  And is it any different in hell?  Some demons have speculated, even argued before the Conclave, that we were banished to Hell because Heaven lacked the power to destroy us completely.  But most of us who felt—the force, the sheer power,” she gasped at the ancient memory, shaking her head sadly, “of what was done to us that day… have no doubt we could have been extinguished as easily as crushing an ant underfoot.”

Tears came to her eyes again.  “Was it mercy?  Was it supposed to be mercy, or an even-worse punishment than death, to be banished here?!”  She came back to them, to their eyes.  “If I’m right, and we were deliberately spared… then why should I, like a Queen or King among humans, be divinely selected?  If the Lord sought fit to preserve Hell, is it not His?  Along with its hierarchy?” 

The she pursed her lips, and continued more quietly:  “To love humans… is so rare for me.  It feels almost… dirty.  That, most of all, if it happens… you can never tell anyone that I love you.  You cannot tell anyone I’m even thinking I could love you, or talking about it.  Do you understand?”

They nodded breathlessly, responding to her urgency.  “Because we hate humans.  Some of us think that was the reason for our fall—our jealousy at humans, and the love they enjoyed—still enjoy!  You can’t imagine the fury we feel—to see humans are still loved, despite their vile evil!  They’re—you’re—worse than us, you know?  Because you’re capable of better.  You have full access to Heaven—perhaps, to love—if you only want it enough.  Every soul that ends in hell deserves to be there a thousandfold.  Because they had a choice!”

“Didn’t you?” Penny asked, looking as shocked as Chas at the words that had come out of her mouth.

“You’re impossible!”  She managed to look incensed, amused, and rueful all at once, before sinking back into something closer to sad acceptance.  She whispered:  “Maybe.”  She shook her head.  “Once.  I just… can’t… quite remember.  If you can be my apostle and awaken me, by all means—do so, little priest.”

“I’m not a priest,” she blushed.  “I’m ordained.”  Her face fell.  “Was ordained.  But I’m still a student.  I’ve never held an appointment.”

“You’re still ordained, darling,” Channah assured her.  “You think a succubus can’t feel that?  Practically see it?”  She focused in intently on Penny, as if urgently trying to reach him.  “Darling Penny, to return to your earlier question, I’ll never ask you to battle the Catholic Church if your conscience moves you to remain a part of it.  I promise.  I do need educated servants, and I have many of them.  But if I wanted you two,” she admitted Chas back into the discussion with her eyes, “and your sisters, to fight the Church, we would have made sure you understood why you were going to school all of those years.  We let you go to grammar school and you, Penny, to University, because we wanted to let you choose your own path.  Because you can’t serve your purpose to Us if you can’t think and feel for yourself.  You two girls are delicate instruments, useless to us if we try to force you to point, or measure, or report what we want to hear.”

“Why would the Lord allow me—” Penny began.

“You ask me about His purposes?”  She laughed caustically.  “What it means, why you remain sacred and set apart—is a discussion for another day.  Probably with another person.  Maybe with your confessor, if he can really be trusted.  But not with me—” her voice almost broke again “—because I don’t know the why of it.  Only the fact of it.  You have not lost your grace, Penny.  I don’t know why.  But I think it must be because, as I told you—as long as you live, you are free to make your own choices.  There are always choices, and they always have consequences.  But on Earth, it is never too late to change your mind.  And I’m sure—that is, I think—it’s you’re your mind and heart that matter to Heaven, that Heaven judges; not that of Popes or Bishops.  Not in relation to you, anyway.  Yes, there is a church in this Earthly world, with priests, with some influence, maybe even power, if you want to call it that.  But Heaven, not Earth nor anything or anyone in it, gives and withdraws grace.  The human rituals and ceremonies are, at best, an assent, or perhaps a way of communicating with the Lord what His human servants think is in service to Him.”  She shrugged, and finished in a small voice:  “I think.  I just don’t know.”

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1555 06-50 A pain that still sears after 6,000 years^
1556 06-50 Thank you for saving us, Super-Succubus!^
1557 06-50 D.A.R.E.-Dragon saving kids from the scourge of drug-addled zombies!^

“On the other hand, the war among the demons is fought in Hell, and on Earth, and it is a war of genocide.  The Lord may abide abominations like the Devils and Zombies to exist, but I will not.  Any more than they would willingly suffer the Succubae to exist.  We seek to exterminate the Devils and Zombies, as surely as they would exterminate the Succubae and the Vampires—and our allies, the Dragons—if they could.”

“This is a war of survival and preservation!  Dear Chas, dear Penny, we must win our war against the Devils and Zombies, or they will wipe us out.  They would eradicate all my sisters and brothers—and all our human operatives, including you both—in a heartbeat.  They would save me for last, and torture me at their leisure until they were ready to dispose of me.  It’s terribly unfair, but the Abominables—the Devils and Zombies—have made it clear in the past that they will attack and kill the youngest, the most-innocent, the most-vulnerable of my children just to spite me if they can!  Can you imagine?!  Children who will never be operatives, orphans, the unwanted, and the hunted—people I rescue!  Just out of loathing and hate.  They’re… they’re not even animals!  MY children!”  She shook her head, leaving no doubt in the girls’ minds that she was genuinely horrified and enraged by their conduct.  “But it’s even broader than us individually.  We fight for beauty… passion, and love!  Art!  The pleasures and lovely things in this world, and even those few we may find in hell.  The vampires, for the vibrancy of life itself!  And the dragons… well, honestly, they’re a little lazy.  But generally mild-mannered, if you leave them alone; and they really do tend to leave others alone, as long as they can get what they need to survive.”  She laughed, shaking her head.  “My husband—First-Husband to you—Húanglóng, King of the Dragons, the indolent sod, doesn’t have a spiteful bone in his body.”

“Compared to our real war, our unholy war, the contest against Heaven is a distant second front:  we need souls to fill our ranks, and to deprive our enemies.  But it’s less a war, more like… the Border Reivers:  English raiding into Scotland, Scots raiding into England, sometimes Reivers raiding without even bothering to cross the line.  But it’s all about pillaging the border lands—in our case, Earth.  Hell couldn’t breach Heaven if it tried.  And Heaven created the border itself, because it doesn’t want hell.  Or any of its denizens.  I’ve already asked you to puzzle on that.  I cannot possibly give you the answer, because I don’t understand Heaven.  My soul has been banished from it, and all knowledge and feelings of and from it.  When we were cut off—” she shook her head, her voice dropping to a whisper and breaking:  “When we separated…”  She pressed her lips together, actual tears springing into her eyes, unable to continue for a moment, her face tight and passionate.

“Oh, Domina!” her girls cried in unison and squeezed her tightly and warmly, holding her tightly as her lip quivered and, with a shake of her head, she gave up and allowed herself to cry, holding them right back, hearing them sob sympathetically for her.

Channah’s Confession

“I think you’re ready.  I think I’m ready.”  Her face became seriously thoughtful, and she squeezed them both, pulling their heads together on her breasts, each girl straddling one of her legs so she could see both of them easily, her eyes flicking back and forth without straying from them, so they both remained intimately enraptured by her gaze and her words, feeling an intimacy they may never have felt in their lives, and certainly not since their mothers’ presence.  In a second of shared semi-comedy, all the more intimate because it intervened in the midst of such intimacy, both girls winced and tugged up on their little cages so they rested on her thighs instead of pinching and pressing between them all.  Even with that adjustment, the girls were not quite comfortable—they were almost Channah’s size and the position they were put in was not only intimate with her, but cramped and awkward.  And somehow, that was right; a way for them to demonstrate their devotion and subservience, their lesserness and the slightly pathetic quality of the uneven yet affectionate relationship between them, even in her most-intimate moments and embrace.

“I want to tell you—I want to admit to you—who I am.  Something I have not even shared with all my wives.”  She snorted.  “Certainly not with Húanglóng, or any other creature of Hell.  It is—a vulnerability.  A weakness, I dare not show to anyone in hell, or almost anyone on Earth, only those completely loyal and devoted to me.  But it is so hard to carry alone, always alone… can I trust you with this?”

“Yes, Domina,” they gasped, confirming and therefore pledging their loyalty and devotion, lips as wide and relaxed as their eyes, practically hypnotized although she used no magic on them—no magic other than sincerity.  It was too important a matter for any illusion or artifice. 

“I would die before I would tell anyone else,” Penny promised, looking emotional.

“Oh, sweetie,” she kissed her forehead sweetly, then Chas’s as she assured her the same.

She pinkened slightly, and they saw something in her face they had never seen before; something embarrassed.  Something even ashamed.  She started in the faintest whisper, hardly willing to make the thoughts real by speaking them.  “It is essential for the trust between us to blossom and secure us to one another, for you to know the worst truths.  I have done terrible things.”

“I—I can be an evil bitch,” she admitted.  “I just feel such rage at things I know should not be, such desperation to protect my sisters and brothers—I’m a very passionate woman,” she concluded, looking down into both of their eyes in turn, searchingly, intensely, seeming to find the shred of understanding she was hoping for in their wide, open eyes.  “In the heat of the moment, especially under pressure—I try to act calm and stay in control—but I just see red.  It’s so hard.”  She bit her lip, shaking her head slowly and slightly as she stared into space, as far from the girls as they were rooted and locked to her in that moment, completely moved and honored by the vulnerability and mistakes she, who was so much more prominent and older than they, should share with them. “And sometimes the blackness of fear.  And they left me without limits.  I reacted to challenges with…” She considered, before settling on “extreme prejudice, towards all enemies, all challengers, even all obstacles.  I acted, then, as a youngling, the same way the devils act now.”  She waved a hand dismissively.  “The zombies are without limits, without restraint, but they aren’t intentional enough for comparison.  It’s almost like they just do, without thought.  Which doesn’t absolve them of anything, only makes them more despicable.  But the devils and their allies, like us, act with intentionality and awareness.  And there were times, long ago,” her voice becoming hushed, as if she could prevent heaven itself from overhearing her dark thoughts, “when I acted as they did.  I did kill—”  she bit her lip.  “I did kill humans simply for being in the possession of my enemies.”

The girls shuddered, and she felt it and softly wailed, squeezing them even harder, her face vulnerable and scared.  “Please—I’m sorry—I did it—Just for a human being in their consideration, because I viewed them as property.  I did it for the same reason you burn your enemy’s house down, not because you care about the house, or even think about the house, but because you want to take from its owner.”  She made an indignant sound.  “I don’t know!  Maybe it was more!  Because they were worse than property—something hateful, something hated.  Even if they were too young or too defiant to have chosen them.”

Literature Section “06-50 Hella Honeymoon VII”—Part 50 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Continued from 06-49—1362 words—Accompanying Images:  1555-1557.  Published 2025-04-03—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1552 06-49 Devil luring neglected children to the sin of suicide^
1553 06-49 Zombie contaminating the Thames River with plague (edited)^
1554 06-49 Devil releasing rats in London’s winter grain storage (edited)^

“The lesson I’m trying to impart today, is that humans fight organized religions, in the name of organized religions, every day, and have done so since the day the second religion—however you want to define it—arose.  I trust your educations were complete and accurate enough that you are aware of the Papal Schism a hundred years ago, where there were two Popes fighting one another, both in the name of the Lord against one another?!”

“Yes, Domina,” they agreed, concerned and disturbed at the idea.

“And even today—I know you are both English, and doubtless feel loyalty to England.”  She rolled her eyes at the idea of someone caring about something like that.  “Do you consider the French to be Catholics?” 

“Of course,” they agreed.

“Pious Catholics?”

Chas deferred to Penny, who cautiously declared “as pious as most others.” 

“A good answer.  I know you’re aware England, Spain, the Holy Roman Empire, and, incidentally, the Pope, wearing his other hat as leader of the Papal States, were at war with France and Venice through most of this past decade.  And although not spoken publicly or made officially…”

“No!” Penny cried, in shock, guessing where she was going.  “No!”

“What?!”  Chas demanded, as Channah smiled. 

“It’s nice to see all those school fees and tithes aren’t going completely to waste on orgies and pederasty.”

“DOMINA!” Penny huffed.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she patted Penny’s shoulder.  “Please forgive me for shocking your sensibilities unnecessarily.  And to answer your question, Penny, yes:  Yes, yes, a resounding yes:   Of course the French and the Venetians have spoken with, and cooperated in practice with, the Ottoman Muslim Caliph against the Catholic Pope.  Exactly as the Crusaders themselves aligned with Venice, Pisa, and Genoa to sack Constantinople and dismember and cripple the Byzantine Empire—the most powerful Christian kingdom fighting Islam—in 1204.  Because, as they say in the East, my enemy’s enemy is my friend.”

She had so shocked the girls by connecting the dots that Latin authorities and clergymen allowed to be taught, with the obvious truths they tried to prevent people from seeing, that they were stunned into silence.

She allowed the pause to continue, and the girls to think, for a good minute or more that seemed even longer, before she continued:  “The Succubae are engaged in a contest with the Lord and the Angels.  But the battle between good and evil takes place within each human soul.  Not on Earth, or in Hell.  It is not a war between realms.  It’s a competition for recruits.  And at least Penny will have been formally presented with the question before, why does the Lord allow Hell to tempt humans?  I won’t answer that question for you, I’ll ask you to answer it yourselves.  Think on it a good long while, and discuss it with one another.  I will look forward to hearing what you have concluded when you’re confident.  Obviously I wouldn’t have let the priests have you and train you for so long, if my only preoccupation were human souls.  Or if I wanted to corrupt yours.  Or for you to corrupt others’ souls.  Would I?”  She enjoyed the silence she heard, even Penny too confused and thoughtful to argue.

Unholy War

“No, I trained you to fight our war, our true and unholy war, the war of the Succubae, against our sworn enemies.”

“Who?”  The girls asked breathlessly.

“The Devils,” she practically spat, unable to keep her voice even when she spoke of them.  “Above all others, the vile, disgusting, contemptible Devils. And their allies.  The Zombies—fucking disgusting” she shook her head with an expression of revulsion.  “You can’t imagine how disgusting, and if you’re lucky, you’ll never need to find out.  The exact opposite of Succubaean beauty and love of the erotic.  Nobody likes either of them, or wants to be around them, although the Genies and the Spirits are so unprincipled and vile they usually cooperate with the unbearable ones, against us.”

There was another silence, both girls looking up at their Domina in awe and consternation at what she was saying, trying to make sense of it.  And perhaps even more, trying to reckon with the fact anything could upset Channah enough to interrupt her normal, utterly unflappable and practical demeanor.

Finally, she wrenched herself back to the present, and to them, looking down, almost surprised to see how intently they were looking back at her.  She smiled faintly, touched.  “You’re both so darling.  But that is the war I raised you two to fight.  A war that benefits Heaven, not because I have any affection for Heaven, but purely instrumentally, because it diverts our attention and energies from Heaven.  This the war that matters the most to me, and to the Succubae, and our operatives—to every one of us.”

“How can a war among Demons, possibly matter more than the war between Heaven and Hell?!”  Chas asked with uncalculated candor and genuine curiosity.

“Penny, was that the right question?”

“Not if—” she blushed and corrected what she meant to say.  “Domina, you said it was not a war between heaven and hell, but a contest for human souls.”

“Do you see armies of angels battling devils?  Or saved souls fighting the damned?  No.  Now your turn, Chas.  Matter to who?” she asked.

“What?” they both asked. “The Lord does not consult me, but doubtless you are right, the contest for souls means more to the Lord, and to some humans, than the war among the Seven Hells.  But it is our war with one another that matters the most to the demons.  This will bring you back to the question I already posed you:  Why does the Lord, suffer Hell to exist?  What purpose do we serve to Heaven, that we were banished instead of annihilated, when we rebelled?  Whatever answer you come to, I suspect it will persuade you of what you really need to understand:  That no matter what the reason is, the Lord does suffer Hell to exist, and the only ‘battleground’ between Heaven and Hell is inside humanity.  I am where the Lord put me, doing what the Lord allows me.  My fortunes are subject to the Lord, and the number of servants I have depends in part on what the Lord allows, but my life, and my existence, are not threatened.”

Literature Section “06-49 Hella Honeymoon VI”—Part 49 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Continued from 06-48—1064 words—Accompanying Images:  1552-1554.  Published 2025-04-02—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1549 06-48 Domina Valide^
1550 06-48 Different dimensions^
1551 06-48 The ignominy of ignorance^

The girls complied with her command to hold hands with one another, making it all the better by their embarrassed expressions as they held hands.  “For all the world, one would think you were perfect strangers asked to hold hands, rather than girls who grew up on the same estates.”  Still squeezing her girls tightly, she turned and kissed each one on top of the head.  “Or is your awkwardness because of past… familiarity?”  She chuckled softly as they blushed and nearly pulled their hands apart. 

“Whatever you have or have not been to one another, you’re sister-wives now—my sisterwives—and you will need to work and play as a team to please me.  Practice makes perfect, and this is your chance to practice in security and safety.  It will be just the three of us, for seven days and nights.  As a Queen, my duties cannot be ignored for a week so I will have to hold Court and meet with my nobles and ministers each day, while you attend to me and take care of the chores.  We will be alone, which means no servants.  Sindonie has raised you properly, to remember your place is in service to me, and therefore, you now know, in service to my Court, and not to expect human servants dedicated to you, whatever the roles we play here at Fensmere Manor in front of outsiders.  In addition to being a chance to spend quality time together and define our own relationship, it will be a chance to test yourselves and show me your joy in service of me, just as I take pleasure in serving the Realm.  As always, you serve the Realm by serving me.

“To take an entire week with you girls, when I have two worlds’ full of operatives and servants to manage while fighting our war, should tell you how much you mean to me, and to the Realm.”  She squeezed and kissed the tops of their heads again, more slowly and thoughtfully, as they shivered with pleasure.

The Contest for Souls

“Thank you, Domina,” Penny spoke from her heart, as she always did, the same reason she couldn’t stop herself there:  “‘Our war…’”

Channah shook her head, knowing already what was coming.  “Did you think I wouldn’t know what’s on your minds?  What—I presume—has been on your mind since you first saw and felt the satanikoklus, Penny?  Finish asking your question, sugarbear.”

“Are we?  ‘At war?’” she asked quietly, uncomfortably.

“We are.  Always and perpetually.  It can be quite draining sometimes, especially to remain on top of our enemies as long as I have.”

“Domina…” Penny sounded like she was on the verge of crying.  “Domina, who are we at war with?”  Penny barely whispered, scared to death but asking it anyway.  In her other arm, Chas remained silent, but her body tightened and coiled up as tightly as a spring, as tightly as Penny’s, telling her the question mattered deeply to both girls.

“Who do you think?”  She asked, amused when Penny—who normally couldn’t keep her mouth shut to save her life, hesitated.

Finally, it gushed out:  “Domina, as my guardian, you sent me to the Bishop of London’s grammar school for six years—”

“Me too!” Chas squeaked.  “For seven!”

“And—and you let me—take vows at Cambridge—I know I should—I must—be defrocked now, but for the Lord not for me!  I was studying canon law at Jesus College, Domina!  How could you let me—how could you want me—?”

She burst out laughing.  “Didn’t I just tell you these seven days are a special and safe time?  Answer.  My.  Question.”

“Our Lord!” they both burst out, sounding agonized.

“What utter poppycock!” she chortled.  “Certainly not!  I sent your jawari sisters to grammar school as well.  And your mamluk brothers as long as they could manage not to get kicked out, although a fat lot of good it did for them!” she rolled her eyes.  “Do you have any idea how many girls and boys I’ve provided with religious training over the years?”

“No.”  Penny whispered again.

“I was going to say, more than the Pope, but obviously that’s not true,” she conceded.

“I’m not saying I don’t have antipathy towards the Lord.  The Lord banished us to hell.  Do you think we find the climate there any more pleasurable than the human damned?  We do not.  It’s bloody awful.  It’s one of the reasons I spend my time here!  And we do fight organized religions whenever they get in our way, just like the human princes who battle with and try to control the church, and the human clergy who fight one another, and secular states.  Because I paid for your educations, I know you both are well familiar with the war between the Ummah and the Body of Christ that has been raging for, literally, centuries?  Going considerably better for Christianity in the West than the East these past decades.” 

Both girls understood her reference to the West as the Reconquista, which had defeated the Emirate of Grenada, the last Muslim state in the Iberian peninsula, and restored Christianity throughout the Iberian peninsula thirty years earlier; and to the East as the Ottoman Empire’s seemingly inexorable advance, defeating the nearly 1,500-year-old Byzantine Empire seventy years ago,  repeatedly defeating Habsburg, Venetian, Genoese, and Pisan interests in the years since, and occupying Rhodes only seven years before, ejecting the last of the Catholic military orders involved in the Crusades from the last of their territories in the Eastern Mediterranean.

“The Mahommedans?!” Penny and Chas burst out.  “But they’re infidels!”

She snickered thoughtfully.  “I have no interest in persuading you Muslims believe in the Lord, and that’s something I suppose theologians can reasonably argue.  I’m all for human religions battling with one another.  It’s most helpful.”

“But as your guardian, your education—good or bad—reflects on me personally, so I must explain to you, although there’s no perfect analogy, calling Muslims ‘Mahommedans’ is, to a Muslim, something close to a Catholic hearing themselves described as a ‘Peterite’ or a ‘Paulinite.’  Muslims consider Mohammad—and Jesus—to be prophets, not deities.  Implying otherwise is simply inaccurate, so I won’t abide you speaking it out of ignorance.  If you’re going to lie, do it on purpose, to deceive.  If you’re going to speak the truth, trouble yourself to know what it is.”

“Yes, Domina,” they both reacted almost physically to the rebuke, as confused and anxious as they were ashamed. 

Especially Penny, who was easy to sting by challenging the intelligence and education he treasured as a fundamental part of his identity; and who added, “I’m sorry, Domina.”

“It’s all right, dear,” she reassured her, leaning her cheek on Penny’s hair for a minute.  “Humans make mistakes, and if they’re clever, they try to learn from them.”

Literature Section “06-48 Hella Honeymoon V”—Part 48 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Continued from 06-47[X]—1149 words—Accompanying Images:  1549-1551.  Published 2025-04-01—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.