2228 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Suit Names & Symbols2229 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Rank Names & Symbols2197 07-38 You know you’re born to lose and gambling’s for fools and that’s the way I like it, baby2198 07-38 What are *you* looking at? Perv or loser, you’re all the same to me2199 07-38 I’m not cheating. MY hands are both up here 2233 07-38 Go ahead. Say “hit me.” I dare you!
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Hong explains the Succubaean Rules of Perdition to Esmeray and her jawari as follows:
BASIC RULES
Deck—Uses the Chthonic Tarot, aka The Infernal Tarot. For playing (not divining) purposes, it is essentially a standard Tarot deck with 3 changes:
Face cards reordered to put women on top (KingsQueensCavaliersJacks to QKJC);
More regular cards (8 standard suits instead of 4);
Renumbering and renaming: pip cards shifted by 1, from 1-10 to 0-9; face cards renamed QPharaoh, KHuángdì, JSultanah, and CRajah; and trump card numbering changed from base-10 (decimal) to base-6 (senary).
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.
Object—Win each trick, hand, and game. Pharaohs and Bouts 4 points; Huángdìs 3 points; Sultanahs 2 points; Rajahs and each trick won, 1 point; other cards 0.
Teams—2 to 8 (or more if you can find the cards), comprised of one player (mandatory) and their lovers (optional). The teams agree ahead-of-time whose consent is required to bind their team.
Lodge—Team members must be present (“resident”) in the lodge (a physical space, not a banker). No one else is allowed inside, and no one can enter or leave during the game.
Duration—The game starts once the number of deals is agreed, and lasts until all stakes have been delivered and everyone is sober (unless all teams agree to stop earlier)
Caste—Every resident is equal in the game, except only humans can shuffle, cut, or deal; it is bad form for high-caste residents to stake lower-caste teammates disproportionately
Stakes—Each team must agree on new stakes binding through the end of the game, before each deal. Stakes binding every team alike are encouraged, but each team need only agree to stakes that put at least one of their members at risk from at least one other team. Teams encouraged but not required to lay stakes each deal that are dependent on a per-trick, per-deal, and per-game basis
First Deal
The dealer and starter determined separately and randomly; player to left of starter cuts. Dealer deals out all cards with remainder to the starter, who can discard and replace any from her hand except she cannot discard the Pharaohs or Bouts.
Starter places a suit card on the table. No one can lead a Triumph card until one has been played.
Each player (moving counterclockwise) must follow with one card of that suit. Highest card of the lead suit wins
Players who cannot follow suit and have a Triumph, must play a Triumph. Whenever a Triumph is played, the highest Triumph always takes the trick.
Players who cannot follow suit or play a Trump must play a throwaway card
Trick winner keeps the cards face-down and leads the next trick. Trick losers deliver stakes.
Teams tally their scores; deal losers deliver their stakes.
Successive Deals—Teams agree on modifications to the basic rules. Modifications are strongly encouraged every turn. The deal and the start separately move counter-clockwise to the next eligible human and player, respectively.
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.
Dragon King—Once this variant is agreed upon, the starter of each deal (starting immediately) can unilaterally change and add rules at the beginning of each deal.
Queen Channah—Once this variant is agreed upon, the starter of each deal (starting immediately) can unilaterally add per-trick, per-deal, and per-game stakes and stakes at the beginning of each deal, if and only if the stakes apply to each resident equally and all residents can fully discharge their stakes before leaving the lodge without suffering an injury greater than normal wear and tear; e.g., nicks and bruises are okay but not much more, and the maximum amount of money at stake cannot be greater than the amount held inside the lodge by the resident with the least money.
Playing the Fool—The Fool can be played once. It cannot win a trick, but the playing team keeps it and its points; except if that team wins no tricks, the points go to the trick winner.
The Excuse—When playing the Fool, the player must make an excuse for their behavior before letting go of the card, or it goes to the trick winner
Use Me or Lose Me—If the Fool is played in any of the last three rounds, the winner of the trick gets the points for it.
Avenging Angel—Judgment SSSII takes World SSSIII
The Joker—10 point bonus if the Magician takes the last hand.
See Something Say Something—Special per-event stakes are agreed for every time a resident misses a cue, is slow to respond to a cue, or responds in error. Teams are encouraged to require a different language for each verbal response. Suggestions:
Royal Stooge—Whenever an off-suit face card is played on a Pharaoh or Huángdì of the lead suit, everyone except the off-suit-card-player shouts “Treason!”
Laughing Boy—When the Rajah of Diamonds is played (or otherwise becomes visible), everyone has to laugh heartily.
Fuck the Pope—Whenever IIIII-The High Priest is played, before the player releases it, either that player or one of their lovers (but only one person) must mutter a barely-discernable curse or disparagement of a specific religious leader.
Johnny Sausage—If any player tries to play I-Magician, and another player can be the first to shout “Johnny Sausage!” (or “Gimmee Hanswurst!”) before the card is positioned and the player has released it, the shouter captures the Magician and the right to play it without interference later in the same hand, and the person losing the Magician has to play a different card instead. The shouter gets the points for it.
Hail Channah—Before letting go of their card, anyone playing the Pharaoh of Hearts or the Pharaoh of Spades has to recite lengthy sycophantic praise for, or pine graphically and at length for, the Queen of Lust, e.g., “Hail Channah, the baddest bitch of them all, Hell lies at your perfect feet. Cursed art thou among demons, and cursed is the foul medlar of thy womb, Lust. Unholy Channah, Queen of Hell, chastise all men for their lust, now and after their deaths.” Players are encouraged to prohibit reusing sycophantic phrasing.
French Scoring—Each player’s score is adjusted based on the number of Bouts they have at the end of the deal. Where Z = the number of players in the game, players with 0 Bouts subtract 4+Z from their final score; players with 1 Bout subtract (4+Z)/2; players with 2 add (4+Z)/2; and players with all 3 add 4+Z.
Fitty Piece—Whenever a player plays an off-suit (throwaway) card, any or all of their own lover(s) may (but need not) call “gimmee fitty bitch!” Without affecting any other stakes or teams, i.e., in addition to the normal operation of the game, the team forfeits the game, but each “Judas” wins triple the trick and game stakes riding on that trick, from the player, regardless of whether that player agreed to all the riding stakes or not.
Repent at Leisure—Any resident who catches another player staring at them or any of their team mates (except if they are watching a player who is actively taking their turn) may require the starer to disclose what—other than the game—was foremost in their mind at that moment, and then prescribe a 2-5 word phrase describing their thought(s) every time they play for the rest of the game.
Pretty Please—If the thought involves another resident, the player (called a “beggar”) has to ask that resident to help them every time they say it. The resident is under no obligation to agree, but if they do, the beggar cannot refuse their help, with any reasonable accommodation they request.
Jeannerie—Pip-card order remains unchanged for the phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords = PHSR9876543210 or QKJC1098765432A), but changes for the distaff suits (Cups, Hearts, Diamonds, Coins = PS0123456789RH or QJA2345678910CK).
Secret Admirer—In any game with 5+3x players the starter may name the Pharaohs of 1+x suits before seeing the leftover cards. Any person holding a named Pharaoh becomes the secret partner of the starter (meaning no one can signal to any member of any other team, whether they are or are not partners, except by what their card plays reveal).
Palace Intrigue—Combine Secret Admirer with Fitty Piece.
Berserker—If the starter names only Pharaohs already in her own hand, she gets triple points for winning that deal.
Succubaean Wedding—Before the first card is played, a player holding the Pharaoh and Huángdì of Hearts/Spades may show them to the other players and declare a sweet/spicy marriage. Each marriage adds 5 times the number of players to its holder’s score.
Queen of Spades—When a team with a spicy marriage plays their Pharaoh, the first team to (legally) play any Rajah on top of her wins that trick and the points for the spicy marriage. For the rest of the game, the rank order of all the phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords) changes to RPS0123456789H (or CQJA2345678910K). Point values do not change.
Helmet QoS—As Queen of Spades, but any player with at least two distaff (Cups, Hearts, Diamonds, Coins) Pharaohs still in their hand and/or in their pile of tricks may slap a Rajah placed on top of a married Pharaoh and shout “Helmet!” or “Respect!”, then show their Pharaohs to the other players. The first player to do this wins the trick and the spicy marriage points instead of the Rajah player. For the rest of the game, the rank order of all phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords) changes to PS0123456789RH (or QJA2345678910CK).
Cuck the King—Same as Queen of Spades, except that playing any Rajah, the Devil, or the Sun on top of either married Pharaoh transfers the points for their marriage and that trick; and for the remaining deals, marriage points are replaced by cuckoldress points for holding a Pharaoh of Hearts or Spades.
Helmet CtK—As Cuck the King, but any player with at least two distaff (Cups, Hearts, Diamonds, Coins) Pharaohs in their hand and/or in their pile of tricks may slap a Rajah, Devil, or Sun placed on top of a married Pharaoh and shout “Helmet!” or “Respect!”, then show their Pharaohs to the other players. The first player to do this wins the trick and the spicy marriage points instead of the Rajah player. For the rest of the game, the rank order of all phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords) changes to PS0123456789RH (or QJA2345678910CK).
JollyRajah—Same as Succubaean Wedding, except that it is players with Pharaoh-Rajah combinations in Hearts and Spades who can earn points for declaring sweet and spicy marriages; and the rank order of all regular suits is PRS012345678H (or QCJA2345678910K). Rajahs earn 3 points and Huángdìs earn 1.
Húanglóng’s Inguinal Hernia—The following wild cards have the following powers:
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
2187 07-36 Rivqah, Channah, and Miriam relaxing after celebrating2188 07-36 Recalling how easily Huanglong humiliated her cucks2189 07-36 Tiferet painting Channah’s party2190 07-36 Painting Porn2191 07-36 Penance and Chastity gushing about the Dragon King2192 07-36 Channah pouncing on Jacob2193 07-36 Channah in the mood to ride 2194 07-36 Catch Me if You Can2195 07-36 The Challenge2196 07-36 Full Gallop
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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’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!”
“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 rightnow, 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.
2176 07-35 Behold the Power of the Dragon King2177 07-35 Unchallenged–The Better Man2178 07-35 The Hellish Power Behind the Earthly Throne2179 07-35 The Dragon King’s Unspoken Challenge2180 07-35 Will You Challenge the Dragon King or Submit to Him?2181 07-35 Go on, cuck2182 07-35 Clear-sighted2183 07-35 Their Rightful Place. Their Natural Level.2184 07-35 What do you imagine is going to happen here, cuck?2185 07-35 But only if you admit it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of2186 07-35 Even worms have a place. This is yours
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!”
2017 07-09 What’s that wiggly thing doing between your legs?2018 07-09 But why did you bring Mr. Wiggles here to paradise?2019 07-09 Sweetheart, I’ve been here since the beginning. Why did she bring YOU?!2020 07-09 This one watches Miss Kate’s profile on DA2021 07-09 This one watches Miss Kristine’s profile on DA
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PREVIOUSLY: After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited. NOW:
Channah continued to drift, counterclockwise, in the pool, around the rock surface the girls were lying on together, under Penny’s left leg, to their left sides, leaning close to encourage Chas: “Good girl! Such a loving and attentive partner!” Chastity shuddered as Channah’s hand swept over her shoulder blades and up and down her back. “Now Penny, I see you’re being a good girl too, letting your face be so full and busy. She’s a little bit bigger than you, isn’t she? Don’t worry, you can take her… you can take much bigger, I’ll show you. Maybe tomorrow. But you have an unfair advantage here, don’t you?” She paused for effect. “Because Chastity’s dirty little secret—or maybe her beautiful little secret—is you. You could lie there like a sack of potatoes and she’d be the happiest girl in the world because she loves you…. What can you do with that? With a partner who loves you? Show them how much you love them back, of course! Put your arms all the way around Chastity’s hips and hug them tightly with all your might! Bend your arms so you can be playful and loving at once. Now, girls, and fortunately for both of you, Chastity will have to take the lead here since she’s on top—that feels natural, doesn’t it?—Chastity, when I tell you to, you’re going to rise up on your knees, put your hands around Penny’s cheeks so you can put your hands right on her bottom, and you’re going to yank her as hard as you can towards you, while Penny, you’re going to raise your shoulders and push back with your feet. Do you girls understand?”
Reaching Penny’s head, she moved her right hand under Penny’s right arm and her left as close to Penny’s left arm as she could without letting go of Chas. “One… two… three!” She helped, lifting and pulling on Penny’s underarms as the girls slid her a good half-foot backwards so her head was barely resting on the rock before returning her left hand to Chas’s sweet skin. “Now, Chastity baby, I want you very sensuously to crawl forward over Penny until you’re resting on her breasts like big soft pillows—” she smiled as Chas groaned “—and you’re nestled right in there. Oh, that’s a good girrrl,” she praised Chas’s efforts. “Now, hug one another tightly—show your love! Chas, rest your weight entirely on Penny, each girl squooshing down the other. Do you feel it? How they spread out and press against both sides when you do that like a… vise? A fist? What am I thinking of?” She snickered as they groaned. “Penny, lift your legs up off the ground, don’t be lazy—never be lazy in bed, not when you’re the agent provocateur—and rest your heels against her shoulders.”
Channah moaned, drawing out her words more and more, letting her voice pulse into a regular, almost hypnotic cadence, putting passion and feeling into every syllable. “That’s the way. Isn’t that hot?”
“Yes!” Chastity almost wept, and Penny just made a whining sound.
“Bouncy, bouncy. You’re both so soft and tight, roll-ing against one another, pressing so haaaard against the sensitive flesh…. Up, and down…. How does that feel, girls? How long have you been waiting for THIS without even knowing it?!?!”
“All my life!” Chastity roared, unable to stop herself, proclaiming her truth to the sky. She nearly wept: “I’ve wanted this as long as I can remember!”
“Well… I stand corrected! I guess at least one of you did know,” Channah giggled. “And I bet that makes you feel good and loved, doesn’t it, Penny sweetie?” She moued in affirmation, nodding her head. “Then show her how good she makes you feel! Kiss her, right there, that’s a girl.” She didn’t even have to suggest Chastity imitate Penny; she had required no invitation.
Having circled all the way around to their right side by now, she had an ideal ringside seat as she coaxed them towards the finish line, her voice low and hoarse: “They’re sooooo soft, aren’t they? They’re purrfect… Perfect to love you…. Perfect how they wrap around and squeeze you—OH! Oh my!” She yelped, affecting to sound surprised and genuinely feeling delighted and superior, as the girls simultaneously started shuddering, making intense faces and incoherent gurgling noises. They shivered and quivered, their motions flaring up and settling down, crying and moaning, for more than a minute… even longer.
Channah waited, quietly and composed, from her vantage point to their side, floating, fully relaxed, in the water, waiting for them to finish and for… here it came… although she appeared relaxed and calm on the outside, she could scarcely contain her glee and her anticipation, waiting….
For her girls to finally gather up the courage to face her, turning their heads shamefacedly and finding her quietly shaking her head.
“I’m sorry!”
“We’re sorry!”
“We didn’t mean to—”
“‘Didn’t mean to?’ ‘DIDN’T MEAN TO?!’” she asked incredulously, pouncing on the poorly-chosen phrase. “You two couldn’t have been more deliberate and intentional, could you? COULD YOU?!”
“No, Domina.” They dropped their chins and their eyes, as ashamed girls ought. “I sat here and watched you both. Never have two girls use their hands and their mouths and every other part of their bodies with more purpose and energy!” She was loving their humiliation and shame, the self-doubt and confusion in their eyes, as she gave the explanation to things they couldn’t possibly understand because they didn’t have enough knowledge. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—for purposes of our mission, I’m really glad I’ve been successful in teaching you girls to want men. Well, male, at least. Boy-parts. But for our honeymoon, it’s a little disappointing. I’d hoped to spend the week as myself, a girly girl, but it’s obvious you’re going to need me to be your big alpha male.” She shrugged, raising a questioning eyebrow. “That is, if you need me for anything?”
2014 07-08 Channah muses on all the ways she can make the girls regret their frivolity…2015 07-08 I am SO going to make you bitches regret this2016 07-08 If you flirts are looking for attention… you’ve gotten mine
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PREVIOUSLY: After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath. NOW:
“Ohhh, yesss,” Channah hissed with pleasure, sniggering as Penny jumped with surprise to feel her Castile soap dripping right down the line of her cleft, as Channah’s hands moved higher on Penny, getting soapier and slipperier as they moved over her sensitive places, all the little crevices and mounds around the spot her legs came together. Timing her actions carefully, Channah let her fingers dance around until the moment was near, and then plunged in as she used the twister.
Suddenly Penny screeched in alarm: “Domina I’m going to—” and then she squealed, as high and urgently as a piglet, as she jumped and jerked.
Channah couldn’t help herself: She burst out laughing, then laughed even harder when Penny half-rolled over and started apologizing, her face as scarlet as a bloody flag. “You didn’t even realize that was about to happen, did you, Princess? Lillith and Cain you’re eighteen! But you do respond, don’t you? Oh my, you’re even redder,” she waved to signal her inability to speak for a minute, as the two humiliated girls stared at her. When she could finally continue, she panted: “I want to be mad at you two, and I will be, and I assure you, I will punish you for spoiling my plans, but you’re both hopeless. Hopeless!” She gestured at Penny again and said: “Go on! You know what to do! Proper girls don’t make messes everywhere!”
Looking horrified, Penny hesitated.
Forcing herself to be serious for a moment, Channah slapped Penny, feeling her own arousal bubble up. “Here.” She slid her fingers over Chastity and—stilling Penny with a look as she raised her hand again—rubbed it all over her, watching the combination of sheer terror and surreptitious, guilty excitement spread over her face, reflecting her immediate understanding. “That’s only fair.” Sploshing around to Chastity’s side again, she commanded: “Let’s teach you girls a new position. Chastity, wiggle your bottom down to the very edge of the rock so there’s not even anywhere for you to rest your feet. Go on, lift them in the air, you little pansy. That’s a girl. And Penny, crawl over here and turn around with your knees at the other end of the rock so you’re each facing one another’s beautiful new body parts. And Penance Batonnoir, if you hesitate one second with your falsle modesty, I’ll make the second day of your honeymoon a misery I promise you!”
She snorted with satisfaction and amusement as they fell on one another, quickly focused enough on what each of them was doing and feeling, they hardly noticed her climbing out of the pool to collect their chakra cages. Moments later, when she returned, Chastity was moaning and Penny was shivering, her body and her closed eyes betraying the passion she was too shy to express out loud. “Mm… that’s hot!” she assured them both, resting her elbows on the side of the rock by their side and enjoying herself for a few minutes. “You’re much more sensitive there than you used to be, aren’t you, darlings? That’s what it’s like to be a woman. Now let’s put Penny where she belongs—on her back. Start by switching positions.”
She enjoyed the wariness in their expressions, loving that she had the capacity to cause them both concern and arousal at the very same time, reflecting their clear understanding of her power over them, of her willingness to push them beyond their comfort zones, and of her wicked capriciousness. “Now crawl forward, Chastity, so each of you can help the other undo what Penny did. Mouths only! Don’t be shy! Not that Chastity will be,” she laughed at the back of her throat, watching Chastity practically attack her sister, something she had obviously been dying to do for ever and ever. Channah knew her girls, and knew it was Penny who would need her encouragement. So she gave it, stroking Penny’s hair with her left hand and snaking her right hand around the back of her thigh. “Go on, girl, you need to clean it all. I’m not going to let her move until you’re done.”
It didn’t take long for both girls to become lost in their work, each of them encouraging the other to float farther away from the world of accountability and causation to the floating world where only they existed. Incredibly, she saw both of them reacting again, helpless enough before their own hormones, reinforced and leveraged by Channah’s roguish assistance. Massaging both girls with her skilled, talented, experienced, and—oh, yes—magic hands, Channah made a subtle change to the energy flowing through them all, feeding the girls something different from what she usually sent them. It was a subtlety she didn’t usually bother with, blending the pure arousal with a yearning to care for their partner, feeding on the girls’ real and close friendship; and spiked with something akin to a narcotic, cutting them loose from their senses and gentling their logical engines so they tapped deeper into their—particularly Penny’s—subconscious desires. “Oh, yes, I’m going to have to punish you two for being so easy but… I do like to watch, especially when I’ve trained my subs to perform new tricks. And even more especially, when I love them. If this is how you naughty girls want to spend our honeymoon, putting on adult performances for my pleasure, I’m fine with it. But I will take my pleasure from you both, however I like,” she added, somewhere between a promise and a threat. “What perfect little jawari you two are going to make,” she gushed. “You have to be observant and attentive to be a good lover, girls. Chastity, have you been paying attention today?” She began, taking her time, and floating around to watch the top of Chas’s head moving, careful to keep her hands on them, one on each girl, the whole time. The three of them together were enough to make a circuit, one current running through Chastity, then to Penny, and finally back into her; the other running the other way, the two together producing a raw and almost-but-not-quite distressing sensation that heightened the intensity of her pleasure. “Ohhhh…. She groaned, allowing herself to enjoy the powerful sensation. “Think, my rebellious little…” she laughed throatily, hitting on the perfect. Name to both diminish and sexualize Chastity, with just enough truth to make it hurt. “… bimbo. Think hard, sweetie! Use your little noggin! You can do it! What does Penny like? Wait—do you need a hint, silly girl? What does she respond to, more than anything? What is it she just can’t control herself when she experience—” Channah laughed to see it as Chas finally understood, running her fingers over Penny’s soapy hindquarters. With a thought, Channah decided Penny’s twister should help her feel more every time a lover became intimate with her, shivering to hear Penny immediately start to moan.
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap. Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia. NOW:
Shifting to her knees, Kadidia hiked up her dress to her hips and sank down right above Chastity’, giving her a front-row seat to Kadidia’s transformation, one that put even other succubae to shame. Playing with Chastity, she asked curiously: “Does it hurt, lying on your back with your hands tied behind your back?”
“Yes Goddess!” Chastity answered, the pitch of her voice confirming her discomfort.
“Good. It doesn’t seem to be interfering with your enjoyment, though?”
“No, it doesn’t, Goddess.”
“Kiss me,” she barked, and then moaned with pleasure as Chastity did so. “That’s a good girl. SOO much more cooperative than your little face-down girlfriend there, who always has to pretend to put up a fight before she caves in. Well, so both you girls know, I’m impatient. So we’re not going to be wasting any time asking her to do anything. We’re just going to enjoy her. Here, give me that,” she reached for the olive oil bottle and poured it on herself. “I’m going to test Penny for you, to make sure she’s ready,” she announced improbably, generating an anxious, useless squealing and wiggling by Penny that made her laugh. With both hands, she swatted Penny’s cheeks, causing her to jolt and make an intense, if muffled, sound into Esmeray’s crotch. “Always so difficult!” she mock-complained. And snickering: “That’s why I want to check her out for you. Best let me protect you by going first.”
And with that, she rose up on her knees and began moving forward, using her hands to position Penance just where she wanted her, and at the same time, to feed her even more magically than she had already had, a low level, too little for her to detect, knowing she would still be primed. Kadidia’s touch caused Penny to jerk like a bunny trying to jump when she made contact, then try to scramble by instinct as she felt Kadidia press against and push through her opening. As she felt the full girth prizing her, she fluttered and wiggled, making muffled noises between Esmeray’s legs. Kadidia kept magically charging her, staying under her radar, and then activating her twister to go to work on her.
“You—stop!” Esmeray yelped, using her free hand to pull up on Penny’s hair, revealing her huffing, strained red face:
“Please no Master. Please no Goddess! You’re too big you must be! Please I beg you…”. Esmeray and Kadidia shared an evil look of pleasure over Penny’s wrenching, twisting back. Esmeray’s was mixed with a kind of physical revulsion that Kadidia could see she was resisting, the combination of expressions on her face something like a morbid fascination, a person’s inability to look away from an unfolding calamity despite the distress it was causing them.
Kadidia leaned down and whispered in Penny’s ear: “Resisting is the worst thing you can do, peaches. Physically, I mean. You need to do exactly the opposite and relax… that will make it sensual. When you fight, your muscles make you tighter and…” Kadidia laughed “your weakness makes me … well.”
“Oh! Ican’tIcan’tI’msorryI’msorryIcan’tIjustcan’tIcan’tomigodIcan’thelpitIcan’tIcan’t—” Penny squealed, a high-pitched sound of vulnerability, and it broke the spell on Esmeray. She shoved Penny’s head back down, and looked more relaxed to be feeling her than listening to her.
“You know her twister will protect her, don’t you?” Kadidia explained to Esmeray. “It’s part of the training.” Kadidia hissed. Esmeray swallowed and nodded, showing her comprehension, but Kadidia could see she was struggling, and against internal forces she might not be able to master. “If you have to break contact, it’s fine. For intense activities like… this?” she glanced down at the still-thrashing Penny “You normally want at least two succubae or qahramanat for each jariya..” She shrugged. “But I think it’s safe to say these sweet hot girls aren’t going to give me any problems.” She laughed. “I’m not worried.” And she put her own hand on the back of Penny’s head, pushing down so hard Esmeray froze in fear as her body remembered—things—But Penny, after getting more agitated for a second, fell limp, becoming completely passive to Kadidia.
Laughing with satisfaction, Kadidia pulled up on her hair again and they found she was still passionate, but just passive. “That’s a girl,” Kadidia complemented her. “Let her chains loosen a bit?” And when Esmeray did, she pulled the girl up, using one hand to pinch and roll her nipple while the other hand turned her red, emotional face, and kissed her, softly, even as she continued to wreck her, inch by inch. “Kiss me back sweetie” she commanded calmly, smiling when Penny did. “That’s my girl. That’s my good girl. I’m almost there sweet thing. Tell me I’m your goddess and master and how badly you want me. Do it!”
“You are my goddess! You are my master!” the girl admitted, so deliriously Kadidia couldn’t even tell if she knew what she was saying. “Ruin me, Master! PLEASE!”
“I think you like it,” Kadidia whispered. “What kind of whore moans that way for this kind of treatment?”
1898 06-113 I trust you1899 06-113 You DO know how this ends, don’t you, my little fuckpig?1900 06-113 Wait–you would never…?!1901 06-113 The Shredding of Hell1902 06-113 Evaporation of a thousand fallen angels
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PREVIOUSLY: As Channah and Penny grow close, and Kadidia toys with Chastity, Channah has humiliatingly forced the girls to confess that they both know Chastity loves her friend Penny in a way Penny does not reciprocate. Now Channah cajoles Penny into trying to enjoy giving herself to Chastity, knowing she will cross a moral line and a personal boundary in service to Channah. NOW:
“And for your first boy, Penny, Chas is my gift to you.
“And you love Chas, too, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes!” Penny nodded frantically, back on solid ground. “I do!’
Of course, Channah insisted on twisting the knife and cutting to the nerve, viciously leering: “But not the way she loves you, do you, sweetie?”
And when she hesitated, Chas caterwauled: “Just say it, Penny!” She, too, was bawling, tears streaming down her face. “She’s not going to let you—just say it and get it over with! I know. Do you think I don’t know? That’s—why I tried to lie—”
Penny made a croaking sound: “I’m sorry, Chas. Not in that way. But for real, for real, I love you as my friend! As a sister!”
Chas bawled even harder, sobbing: “I’m SORRY…. I—I didn’t plan to! Ever! But that hurts even more than I could have imagined!”
And now Penny was apologizing back to Chas. Channah met Kadidia’s syes, the same fire shooting between them that all the succubae—and judging by the noise, all the devils and demons below, too—were feeling as they gobbled up the scene of pathos in front of them.
“But Penny, now you have a way to show Chas how much you love her. You can let her become a girl. You became a girl because you are one, a very traditional girl born for the bottom, with everybody. All you had to do was admit it, and see it for yourself. But Chas is both, a boy and a girl. The only way he can become a girl is if you can accept him as a girl in spirit, while he’s physically a boy in every way. You want to do that for Chas, don’t you, honey?”
Penny, crying even as Channah’s hand moved faster and faster on her penis, nodded.
“In fact… you’ve wanted it, too… even though you know it’s wrong. Even though you know boys are not for you. Because you miss how close you girls can be to one another emotionally. Even though you know it’s a sin and would have sent you straight to hell… if you weren’t there already.”
The coven members spontaneously applauded and whistled at this, like some caricature of a Greek chorus, or as if cheering for Hell’s team at a home football game.
“YES!” roared Judah, raising his fists.
“Go, Channah!” squealed Rivqah and Miryam, jumping up and down.
“Another degenerate bites the dust,” Kadidia directed her narration, and her cruel grin, with particularity at Chastity, who shrank slightly.
Channah, merriment in her eyes, continued: “You feel an urge to play with boys who like you, boys like Chastity was, even though you know it’s wrong and you know it’s not for you. Don’t you? JUST so they like you? JUST so you can please them, DON’T you? TELL ME THE TRUTH!”
“I don’t know, Domina!” Penny howled, and Channah knew she spoke absolutely the truth from the pain in her voice. “I don’t know…” she wept quietly. “If you say so—I just don’t—I know you know me better than I do…. I do like to please people…” and then in a broken whisper: “So it must be true….”
Channah felt a burst of heat that made her gasp, conscious of Kadidia’s sharp look, but determined to ignore it and act as if she was operating with all the passion of a waterwheel. “Then trust me, and tell me what you know I know!”
“It’s true, Domina. It’s true! I do love Chas, and I—I have longed to—to be close—”
“Really?” Chas asked in a dazed, amazed little squeaky voice, which Channah completely drowned out with her own roar:
“To WHAT?!”
“To SIN with her—” Penny shook her head, as snotty and tearstained as Chas, both of them blubbering like, well, little girls, stripped and humbled to their cores by Channah in the heteraslakos.
“So what I want you to do, baby, is only for you to do exactly what you’ve secretly been wanting all along. First with Chas, then with others. Give yourself to Chas, as freely and honestly as you have given yourself to me. Will you do that baby? For me? For you?! I want you to not just allow Chas to take you, but to enjoy it, even though it won’t be sexual for you. Let Chas and the rest of us help you realize your potential to enjoy yourself with pure, Platonic love for her, for the sake of servicing her, for the sake of serving me, with someone you love, innocently and truly. Can you do that for me?”
Penny nodded again through her tears.
“And… is a little part of you excited about it? A little part that’s missed Chas all this time?”
Penny nodded, crying.
“Then say it!”
“I—I want—”
“SAY IT!”
“I want you, Chastity! Please, I miss being close to you, and I want you to be able to be a girl like me. And… I want to be a girl for you, the girl you want,” Penny blubbered and wailed.
“Penny!” Chastity managed poignantly, before her noises devolved into unintelligible squalling.
“And now, Penance, I want you to prove to Chastity, and the Coven, and your qahramanah, and everyone else, and most of all yourself, how the idea excites you, how much you care, and how hard you’ll try, and what a passionate little girl you are, so that none of them—and most of all, not you—will ever believe again you’re the safe, straitlaced little prude you pretend! That’s why I’m touching you so sweetly, so quickly—to give you another big-boy chance to show us what a big man you are by having a real, masculine, macho release instead of a squealy little-girl moment. So show us! Show us what a man you can be! Last chance! Right—right—NOWWWWWW!!!!!” Channah shrieked, a long, drawn out, cry fading into softness as she murmured: “Oh you’re such a good passive girl, Penny, I looove you so much baby.”
With a squawking, squalling, mewling noise more pitiful and worse than any noise she’d ever wanted to make in her whole life, the thing she had feared the most, happened again.
“Oh, look at that precious face!” Channah managed over her laughter and through her own humming high. “How was that sweetie? That didn’t look like a man, and I bet it didn’t feel like a man either, did it? And here I gave you every chance! I was right, wasn’t I? Wasn’t I, sissy?!”
“NOOOOOO!!!!! YES, DOMINA!” Penny agonized. “It was HORRIBLE again!” and as she sobbed and wiggled and shuddered with the misery of her plight, the succubae and even the red devils below dissolved in harder laughter.
“UUNNGGHH!!!” Channah’s voice gurgled and bubbled at the very bottom of her range, a sound that even managed to penetrate Penny’s overloaded consciousness it was so much deeper than any female’s voice ever should be, as Channah shocked herself by peaking again. Halfway through it, her voice broke, being hoarse for a second before she screamed at her highest pitch, shocked and overcome, grabbing Penny and holding her as tightly as she possibly could, while Channah just froze, fearing her own heart, such as it was, might stop.
Her eyes widened even further as they refocused, drawn by the extreme and tortured noises coming from below, watching in disbelief past Penny as all the devils started moving—too fast for the verb—they started vibrating, back and forth, and at a frantic pace, like guitar strings, turning into blurs below. And then some of them—many of them—simply exploded, like rotten tomatoes hurled and smashing and smearing against the desert and their fellows’ bodies, making the desert sand even redder, leaving only gristle and guts and bits of bone like a grisly soup spattered on and all around the survivors. One rogue bit was even propelled all the way up to hit Channah in the face, an inch from her mouth, which she licked and sucked up instantly, almost before Penny had seen it, definitely before Penny could process its existence or nature.
THAT, Channah knew now, is what had been wrong earlier: the wetness, the slickness—it was a fucking desert!
At the end, she had pulled Penny so hard, that she left bruises on Penny’s thighs. Not that Penny could possibly have noticed it in the maelstrom of her own fiery, punishing exertions; or thought about much else than her own feelings, drowning her like a tidal wave; feelings Channah could still feel shredding her psyche.
When she was done, Channah practically collapsed, noticing the surviving devils staggering and struggling to keep their balance below. She only half-remembered the members of her coven gently dragging and pulling her back, away from the ledge, and out of Kadidia’s way.
Kadidia, who’d just—barely—had the presence of mind when the devils had… lost their shit, or whatever the hell had happened down there!, to yank Chastity away from the edge and sling her on her back to the mattress near Esmeray before she could see anything the succubae couldn’t explain away.
Judah operated the heavy locking mechanism that connected the length of metal Penny was hanging from, rigidly and reliably to the adjacent section; and then pulled the section of railing clockwise back, therefore swinging Penny back over the relative safety of the platform, before unlocking her anchor points and dropping her back down onto solid ground as Penny grunted with the impact and then softly sighed— —only to screech in panic in the very next moment as her oily, greased body, released from the anchor points, began sliding again down the very same trail of sticky-slippery stone that had launched her into space before. Only if she went over this time, it would be without the benefit of any railing to hold her, or succubae to bind her to it!
1893 06-112 PLEASE make me a girl, Goddess Kadidia! the awestruck boy begged1894 06-112 KNEEL when you talk to me, the Dark Goddess commanded1895 06-112 They ALL want to play with me?! *giggle*1896 06-112 Really, Master, you can’t expect me to….1897 06-112 Ooooh…. Push me HARD, Master!
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance while Kadidia is holding Chastity from behind working her over. NOW:
“I asked you a question, Pleaser! How about Chas?” she grinned evilly, her eyes boring into Penny’s, as inescapable as sunlight in a desert
“Domina?”
“Don’t play dumb, Penny. You make a very! Bad! Bimbo!” She emphasized with three outsized thrusts. “The worst part about this position is I can’t correct you the way I want to!” She complained, but then swatted where she could reach, a tight mean grin on her face as Penny tried to dodge her. “Now, do you want to finish your business or do you want me to leave you hanging out there while Chas and I go spend our first day of honeymoon by ourselves?”
“Please don’t stop, Domina!”
“Try again.”
“I want to finish my business, Domina! Please, please let me—make me—Domina!” Penny whined.
“Then you better be honest!” The cruel smile widening, her eyes drilled into Penny’s as she demanded: “Do. You. Think. Chastity. Will. Have. To. Be. Trained. To. Like. Boys?”
“No, Domina,” Penny sobbed, admitting what she knew. “Chastity likes boys and girls.”
“How much?”
“Chastity—likes boys a lot.”
“Any in particular?” She smirked, driving the nail home.
“Please, no,” Chastity begged, and Penny, wrestling with it, conflicted between loyalty to Chas, and simultaneous fear and the desire to please Channah, gaped like a fish without any sound coming from her mouth, her eyes trapped by the gravity of Channah’s even as she pulled her head back and turned it down as if she were trying to look away.
Channah began punishing Penny again, eliciting a useless whine from Penny.
Channah shrugged, her lips wrenching back in a savage smile-that-was-no-smile that particularly terrified Penny. Deciding if she was going to quail like a baby bitch, she should act like one, Channah compressed her again, making Penny leak. But it was enough, enough to embarrass Penny, demonstrate Channah’s power, and illustrate her point: “You’re not as brave as you like to pretend, Penny darling. I hope you’re comfortable at least. Do you think Chas will even feel guilty while the two of us are hugging and kissing and cuddling one another in my safe warm bed, and you’re still hanging out here like a rotting netful of old medlars?” she asked, beginning to pull out of Penny. “Will she even think of—”
“TELL HER PENNY!” Chastity screamed. “I’M SORRY FOR BEING WEAK! PLEASE TELL HER! I LO—”
Kadidia clamped her huge hand over Chastity’s mouth and most of her face, silencing her utterly, as the two succubae laughed.
“One last Chance, girlie,” Channah offered. “Any particular girls Chastity’s got the hots for? Maybe, had a crush on since… oh I don’t know… you first met?”
After sputtering for half a second, Penny broke down in the face of overwhelming force and an even greater obviousness that everyone already knew what she was going to say anyway, whether they were eager to hear it or loath to say it, sobbing: “Yes, Domina.”
“Oh, my, this is sooooo juicy! Tell us, Penny—do you know who Chas’s secret crush is?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny croaked.
“Well? Who is it?”
“It’s me, Domina. It’s me,” Penny wept.
“Does she LOOOVEEE you, Penny?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Then come on and say it! You know better than that!” And she encouraged her again.
“Yes, Domina! Chastity has a crush on me—Loves me!” Penny clarified. He sobbed: “Chastity loves me.”
“You know that? For certain?” Channah asked coyly, returning to using her hand for showing Penny how much she loved her.
“Yes Domina,” she admitted, scarlet for herself and hurting for Chastity’s humiliation, but also desperately, pathetically grateful in her need to please Channah, feeling both worse and better at the same time by her confusing mix of feelings.
“You’ve known that for a loooong time, ever since you two were still boys together, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Domina. I’ve known. I knew it before I even realized what it meant.”
“All those times before your priest gave that speech that sounded like it was God talking through the priest directly to you boys and Penny almost died inside… just like she’s feeling now…”. Channah hammered another nail, more like a spike, right through both girls, relishing how Penny’s eyes filled with horror and confusion over how she knew these things. The same expression that was on Chas’s face when Kadidia dropped her hand and set it back to what it had been doing, tightening her other hand around Chastity’s wrists just to remind her how helpless and easily-handled she was.
Channah wrapped her sweaty left arm around Chas’s neck at the same time and gave her a wet, messy, sloppy deep tongue kiss, then used her arm to pull the humiliated girl closer to Penny, stretching her between Channah’s arm hooked around her neck and Kadidia’s unyielding hand yanking back on her wrists, as Channah pulled her physically into the dance even more intimately, and whispered to both of them:
“I know fucking EVERYTHING there is to know about you boys.” She snorted, as if it were obvious. “About all boys. When are you going to get it? We were made to get inside you… so to speak!” she snickered, physically emphasizing the point. “Body and soul! We’re dream-walkers and mind-readers from hell, my innocent little girls! I am the Queen of Lust! I personally harvest a dozen souls every day before I even wake up! Whatever you hope most desperately I don’t know yet—oh! There, I know it! That was easy! You two are pathetic!” she and all the Succubae were howling with laughter by this point. “Sugar bears, you’re darling little sweeties and I adore you both more than I can say, but nature has made us unequal. You were made to serve me in all ways, and I was made to top you and all the other little boys in the world!”
1888 06-111 Bespelling her best girl1889 06-111 Penny besotted by Channah1890 06-111 Desperately holding on to mother1891 06-111 Penny at Channah’s feet 4ever1892 06-111 Chas’s Manipura Chain (as it appears prior to implantation)
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance while Kadidia is holding Chastity from behind working her over. NOW:
“I want to be a girl too,” Chastity whined, not planning it, just blurting it out, overcome by the sight of Penny. “Can—can you make me a girl, Your Grace?” Kadidia just laughed, while Channah answered:
“You’ve always wanted to be a girl, haven’t you, Chastity?”
She hesitated half a second, she didn’t even know why, then burst out: “Yes! Yes, Domina!”
“Your whole life?”
“My whole life,” she nodded, making a little noise in response to the sensations Kadidia’s hand was producing, and without her realizing it, the seductive magic Kadidia was pouring into her. “As long as I can remember.”
“Look down at your belly—ungh!—Chas.”
She did, and gasped, seeing and then double-checking by touching the gold-and-emerald medlar fruit in her navel.
“I’ll save the long version for later.”
“Oh—yes, Domina,” Chastity agreed, a whiny, plaintive noise like a bitch because she was disoriented, starting to get turned on, and never very good at resisting succubae or their operatives, even on the few occasions she’d wanted to. “Yes…”
“That is your ticket to becoming who you want to be. If you really want to be a girl, it will make you a girl.”
“I do, Domina, I do!”
“I believe you, dear. But what kind of girl do you want to be?”
“What—what kind?” She asked in confusion, Kadidia’s big, strong, yet gentle hand beginning to get a response similar to the one Channah was receiving from Penny.
“The kind keeping their little boy part? Or the kind with all the girl-parts and none of the parts you were born with?”
“Oh! I want my clitty, Domina! I love my clitty!” The coven roared with laughter, and Chas pinkened, suddenly realizing how much of an audience they had on the platform, let alone… whatever that was below them. In a more muted tone she pleaded: “They are girl-parts! They’re my girl-parts!”
“And when you play, do you always like to play the girl’s role? Or do you like—”
“I like—I love!—all the parts, Domina!” Still embarrassed, but not surprised, that her confession was greeted with amusement all around.
“Penny,” Channah spoke to her rider. “You’re not like Chastity, are you sweetie?”
“She’s a girl!” Chas whined excitedly.
Channah laughed, shaking her head in mock-exasperation. “That’s not what I meant, Chas honey. And I didn’t ask you.”
“Oh,” she said, chastened.
“Penny only gets to play the girl-parts. I’m not giving her a choice. You know that, right muffin? You’re never, ever, ever going to get to play the boy in bed?”
And she laughed, a low growl of pleasure deep in her throat, when Penny sobbed and confessed: ‘I know, Domina!” letting her head fall and for a second.
“I’d ask Penny if she wants to play the boy part or not, but…” she turned to Chas and pecked her on the cheek, surprising her with the display of affection. Stage-whispering: “That might be kind of cruel, to ask a girl doomed to never actually get to try, hunh? What do you think?”
And she cackled with delight, like the other succubae, at Penny’s unplanned, pitiful moue of recognition and acknowledgment of the cruel truth.
“Oh, don’t whine. You should be thanking me for making the decision for you. I think we both know—or at least, you already suspect and fear what I already know, that you couldn’t take a man’s role with either a girl or a boy!” She laughed harshly. “Could you, pumpkin? Hell, you can barely handle yourself, can you honey? Admit it, baby. It’s okay, sweetie. I know you’re a wimp and I still love you. Admit it!”
“I know! I know you’re right, Domina!” Penny cried out in anguish, delighting their audience.
“Why, of course! It’s perfectly obvious,” Channah scoffed. “You haven’t got the man, or even the little boy, in you for that.” She patted Penny gently as she wept and grunted, playing teasingly with her best little approximation of manhood. “Pudding and jelly don’t work the same way proper boy-parts do, do they, Puddin’?”
“No, Domina.”
“This is the only penetration you’re ever going to enjoy, isn’t it?” And she emphasized the point with several particularly-hard bumps as she moved her hand faster over Penny’s wannabe-boy parts, enjoying watch her whine, cry, and nod, hardly able to help herself. “I let Penny be this way, even though—well, okay, maybe because?” she snorted, sticking out her tongue, daring Penny to protest, “she’s never going to get to use it for the purpose a man’s body was intended for, or feel the way a man should feel, if he’s really a man.”
“Because you’re an evil bitch,” Kadidia chuckled, and Channah threw her head back and laughed.
“Guilty as sin, darling,” she cackled. “But that’s not really the reason. Not the main one, anyway. It was mainly because boy parts are so much more useful for teasing and controlling than girl parts. Imagine, a girl like Penny, through and through. Based on a great deal of experience, my intuition tells me Penny wouldn’t know what to do—or, more exactly, not even want to do what a man would want to do, even if I let her. No matter what she’s heard and been taught about it. Would she?”
Kadidia nodded begrudgingly, laughing. “We can all sense it, Majesty,” she agreed. “We know a girl when we see one. Regardless of her outer form.”
“So she doesn’t have any real use for those parts, except to control her. And by deciding for her, I’m really doing her a favor by shielding her from having to face that embarrassing truth!”
“Thank your Master, pussy!” Kadidia barked, with a big grin.
“Thank—you—Domina!” Penny grunted and groaned.
“But you, Chas…” Channah turned back towards the blonde girl. “I’m guessing you like to play the boy sometimes, even when you’re a girl. Am I right?”
“Oh, yes, Domina!”
“And there’s—ungh!—another big difference between you two, isn’t there, little Chastity?”
Chastity reddened. “Maybe,” she whispered in a tiny voice. “I’m not sure.”
“Oh, I think you’re.. sure! Penny, even you’re sure, aren’t you?”
She swallowed. “About what, Domina? Ah!”
“About your future. Does it turn you on, baby? Do you dream about it at night?” she giggled, eating up Penny’s uncertainty and confusion and worst of all, the dread that she might just know where this was going after all. And when she didn’t say anything, Channah asked: “All your life, have you just dreamed about boys doing the things to you that I like to do?”
Penny reddened and whispered in a tiny voice, biting her lip as she came closer still to what she was afraid her body was about to do for the second time today: “No, Mistress.”
“Who do you dream about being your big, nasty masters? Boys or girls?”
“Girls, Master,” Penny whimpered.
“Then I—well, my clients—your customers—and I are going to have to train you until you learn to like it, aren’t we?”
“I—I don’t know if that’s ever going to—” Penny tried to avoid answering, but then, meeting her eyes, trailed off, crumbled, and yielded miserably: “Yes, Domina.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I will need to be trained to be that kind of girl, Domina.”
“And do you doubt I can train you? Do you doubt I will?”
“No Domina” she whispered, her lip quivering cutely as tears rolled down her cheeks, certain she could be broken by the much-stronger force of nature leaning over her, hands on the bar from which Penny was hanging, bearing over and down on her with a fierce and predatory grin as she continued to make a point of Penny’s weakness and receptivity.
“Awww…. Good girl! I wish I could kiss you but—not right now.” And then she dug the knife in: “How about Chas, Penny?” she grinned evilly again.
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1884 06-110 She’s a compliant little bitch, isn’t she?1885 06-110 That’s it, Slut-a-rella. Make my boots spotless1886 06-110 DON’T drop that skirt, missy! We’re not done!1887 06-110 Does ordering her around ever… make you wet?
PREVIOUSLY: Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance. Meanwhile, Kadidia is propping up a comatose Chastity beside Channah, who has urged Penny to help Kadidia revive her. NOW:
“Chas, Chastity, please wake up!” Penny called out sincerely with her heart and soul. “Come back, you can do it! I did, I know you can too!”
Kadidia leaned over Chastity’s shoulder, putting one hand across Chastity’s chest, turned her head to the side, and kissed her on the lips, breaking the spell that had banished Chas from her own body. Almost immediately Chastity jerked and came awake, causing Penny to cry out thankfully with relief.
“Good work, Pleaser!” Channah praised her, keeping one hand on the bar and using the other to reach out and take Penny’s chin in her hand, forcing her to look her in the eyes and see the hunger and the passion there. Penny shivered, helplessly charged by Channah’s charisma, magic, and raw sexual energy, multiplied by Penny’s own sensitivity and responsiveness. Channah dialed back the pressure on Penny, allowing the tickler to pulse, steady and low; while she drew her hand back from Penny’s chin. Penny tensed and gasped in fear, causing Channah to laugh. “Oh, poor widdle baby so nervous! Please don’t worry, sweetie, this is what you’ve been waiting for! Mama’s gonna love you baby…” then she snickered, unable to be completely sweet here, in this environment, with the wickedness she had planned. “Mostly.”
But then she showed the girl just how sweet she could be, as Penny continued to swing back and forth. As they continued to sweat and move together, the sound turned flatter, moist, and nasty, from the soft whisper of skin on skin to a wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh like women having a slap fight in a rain storm. Channah bit her lip, for her own pleasure and rude satisfaction, and to show Penance how hot and dominant she was feeling. Penny’s own face and slack jaw, even without regard to her trussed-up position, made it clear how perfectly she was complementing Channah with her passivity and submission, starting to moan very quickly with real pleasure as Channah’s behavior let her turn from fear to hope, resignation to interest and arousal, and soon, soon, desperation.
Slap. Slap. Slap! She bounced the girl extra-hard just for fun, giggling with Penny’s wail and her own sudden dizzy suspense as Penny swung out to maximum arc and Channah waited to find if they would be able to continue, or be rudely interrupted.
But it was edging perfection: Penny came soooo close to escaping her they both gasped before she returned and they both cried out in relief, the sounds both of them were making, taking on a little, desperate edge.
Meanwhile, next to Channah, having awakened her princess with a kiss, Kadidia played with Chastity’s nipples and held her tight, murmuring into her ear how much she looked forward to taking her the next time they were on this parapet together.
Chas gasped when her mind started processing well enough to listen and make sense of Kadidia’s words, and Kadidia chuckled, deep in her throat.
“Oh? hmm…” the girl mumbled, only half-awake, the delicious sound turning into a surprised yelp. “Who are YOU!??!” And immediately after her genuine, unconscious outburst, realizing she had just barked at—first, a giantess; and second, someone who almost certainly outranked her—she started apologizing: “I’m sorry, D—Mis—”
“Your Grace, Your—Your Grace, Chas!” Penny came to her rescue. “She’s Succubus Duchess Kadidia!”
“Your Grace!” Chas repeated automatically, her eyes wide and looking every which way. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just—I don’t know—I can’t remember—PENNY!!” she screeched suddenly, taking in her circumstances. Even Penny managed a tiny weak rueful smile as Chastity, continuing to process and taking in Penny’s rearing flesh and desperate face, inferred that she was okay. At least, insofar as any living soul dragged to hell for unnatural supernatural sex-torture rituals and hung out over a precipice above an ocean of ravenous devils could be.
And then, her third realization hit: “Penny! You—you’re so beautiful! Oh, oh Penance—I can’t stand it—you—you—you’re so pretty!”
Penny’s face crumbled and she moaned. “I know I’m a mess…”
“A hot mess, girl,” Chas promised. “And I mean—girl! What happened to you? Wait—what happened to me?! I was so scared, Penny, I—”
“Hush,” Kadidia commanded, taking her chin again and turning her back to face her captor, eyes wide with anticipation and arousal in the most primal of senses, focus and attention and heightened blood responding to prepare her body for whatever she was going to need to do next—fight, flee, or fuck—because Chas, bound and held from behind by a woman two or three times her size, had already kind of figured out she wasn’t going to be left alone. She was still adjusting and nowhere near arousal quite yet, but she was starting to wrap her mind around her circumstances, remember she had cum earlier without permission, been punished, and then been—she shuddered with the recollection, and decided she didn’t want to think about it just now. Couldn’t possibly think about it now, with Penny and the Duchess and—and—
Channah grunted: “Chastity—you’re—you’re with us again? You have the presence of mind to know what’s—ungh—happening around you?”
“Yes, Domina,” she responded, still sounding dazed even to herself, but nodding as much as she could with Kadidia still holding her chin. Less than a minute of awareness, and the very first moments of first setting eyes on, or even imagining anything like, Kadidia, and she already felt the heat of Kadidia’s easy power. She realized of a sudden, with complete certainty, she could not resist Kadidia, physically or mentally, even if she tried her very hardest. She swallowed and sighed involuntarily under Kadidia’s hands, pleasing the succubus with her natural reaction. Kadidia’s hand moved lower. Chastity sighed, and sank back into Kadidia’s big, brown, amused eyes.
“This one’s a natural-born slut,” Kadidia evaluated her, just like that, and Chas turned red, making a helpless little noise.
