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07-21 The Unevenest Love of All

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*2079 07-21 The Food Chain (Dominance Hierarchy) in Hell*

*2081 07-21 Channah’s wedding gift for her girl Chastity’s bedside*

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

“Keep your eyes on me and your hands right where they are, but spread your legs further for me. Push your little girl parts down on the floor like I taught you,” she commanded, not tentatively—Channah was nothing if not confident—but reservedly, with some interrogatory quality, as if there were a question in her mind about something.

And when Penny complied, Channah gave a deep, satisfied sigh. “I’m so pleased you’re not just frozen in terror, but actively and consciously intimidated and afraid,” she giggled, and seeing her girl’s pain and confusion, elaborated: “You’re shivering and hyperventilating on your knees before me, honeyslut. You’re so scared of me and my big, bad, bat—aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina,” she whimpered and nodded. “I’m very scared. You—you and your bat are big and bad, Domina. You’re so powerful and—and mean,” she burst out, afraid to say it but unwilling not to say it. “You’re so much stronger—mentally as well as physically—than me. And I’m—very sensitive.”

“Soft,” she suggested, her voice dripping with contempt.

“Yes, Domina,” and she managed to hang her head a bit without disobeying her master by lowering her eyes.

“Soft. Like pudding,” she suggested with a snicker.

“Yes, Domina. Soft like pudding.”

“Everything about you is soft like pudding, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina,” she whispered. “You’re so big and bad and strong, and—and mean, you’re really mean—and I’m so soft and vulnerable. It’s not fair. But—”

“But what?”

“But I love you,” she whispered. “I love you and I want you so bad.”

“Fuck,” Channah repeated herself. “That’s about the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. Maybe one of the hottest things any mortal has ever said to me. No—definitely one of the hottest,” she revised her opinion. “Almost as hot as you admitting I’m smarter than you. You mean it, all of it, don’t you?”

“Yes of course Domina! I do, Domina,” she admitted in a small voice, betraying with every word an undertone of resentment and anger at what she was being compelled to say that she didn’t want to admit to. “I would never say that if it weren’t true.”

“How does that make you feel?” she gloated, curiously, tolerating it as her girl thought about it, because she had a genuinely puzzled expression on her face and Channah knew she was sincerely considering something she hadn’t thought about before, and probably didn’t want to think about. She mused to herself that watching someone think about things they didn’t want to, things that pained them deeply to consider, was a form of torturing in itself. Indeed, what she loved more than anything was when she could make a mortal suffer in body and soul both, at the same time. Now, that was a honeymoon-worthy goal. “Wait—you think about that. I want you to think about that long and hard and sincerely. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“While I hurt you,” she concluded, with a vicious, delighted, cruel grin on her face. “Oh fuck yes,” she chortled as her slut reacted, practically—no, literally, she decided—fighting herself to remain still before her master, when all she wanted to do was run.

“You want to run, don’t you?” she breathed, slowly bringing her feet back down to the ground, not wanting to spook the girl—not yet, at least.

She nodded, still looking and holding her Domina’s gaze obediently.

“Every instinct and sinew in your body is screaming at you to get up on your feet and run, isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course, Domina!” Penny sobbed. “Please don’t, don’t use your—I’m so scared!”

“But I’ve told you how much dread and adoration—especially together—arouse me! And even your little pea-brain is smart enough to remember that, isn’t it?”

“Yes Domina,” she whispered.

“Then why are you kneeling here like a scared bitch, practically begging me to hurt you?” she laughed.

“To please you!” she burst out, sobbing. “Because I love you! Because I want to be with you, to stay with you—and I want you to want to be with me! I’ve done something wrong and made you unhappy. I just want to make it right! I want you to love me and be happy with me!”

“Lillith and Cane, that’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, Domina!” she cried, overcome. “Of course it is!” She wept. And she broke position to scramble forward and start laying placatory and apologetic kisses on Channah’s feet, while Channah shuddered with an outright orgasm, her body shaking with the force of a lightning bolt burning through her body and soul, matching the depth and dimensions of Penny’s mortification before her.

“Ffff—uck!” she groaned, torn and balanced between touching herself and just accepting the frustrating, satisfying sensations as they ripped through her. In the end she surrendered to her own body, trusting it and letting it take her where it wanted, without her coaxing. And that made it last. That made it a tantalizingly slow tease, feeling Penny’s head between her legs, licking her heels where they met the floor.

When it was over, she decided it had been perfect, not only because it ultimately satisfied, but because it whet her appetite for more and deeper satisfaction.

After breathing deeply, in a semi-meditative state, for several minutes, she finally came back to herself, and to the room, where Penny was still, pathetically, craning her neck, her shoulders pressed against the front of Channah’s ankles, her tongue stretching out to tickle the bottom of the back of Channah’s heel, one of the most pitifully subservient gestures she could make. Oh, yessss.

“You’re restoring my faith so far, Penny,” she admitted. “Redeeming yourself and your sisterwife. But you have to prove you mean it. Not with groveling and humiliation and darkness and dirt—which you thrive on, like some perverted species of mushroom—but with what you genuinely hate and fear above all else.”

Penny moued pitifully, physically flinching to hear what her Domina thought of her, and to be forced to ask herself if there was any truth in it. “Yes, Domina,” her voice breaking. “Please, give me a chance, and please, give Chastity another chance to prove to you—I’m sure she wants to redeem herself! Please give us both a chance. We’ll be good girls for you. We’ll be the best girls we can be, I promise! And you—” she whispered “I’m sorry, but you may need to bind me. I don’t know if I can—behave—”

“Oh ho ho…” she weighed Penny’s words, feeling slightly mollified, and even having a sliver of hope for her and Chastity. “Sugarbear, that’s the hottest idea.”

Literature Section “07-21 The Unevenest Love of All”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 21 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1125 words—Accompanying Images: 2079-2082—Published 2025-07-21—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-20 The Dangers of Toadying

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*2075 07-20 I want to lick it so bad… but what will the Queen think?*

*2077 07-20 Um… Mistress? While I’m down here, may I lubricate the top of your boot?*

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits. Right now, she is maneuvering Penny to do something she hates, admitting Channah is smarter than her. NOW:

Penny’s disappointment at failing to please her was warming Channah’s pussy, even if the heat hadn’t reached her heart yet. “Please, please can you remind me what your question was? I hate—that doesn’t matter. What matters—I hope—is that I’m so sorry that I was so stupid. Could you please repeat your question for me?”

“Is it really so hard to be a good servant?” she asked, disappointed in herself for not sounding as sharp or mean as she’d intended to, reaching down behind her chair, for what she had concealed there, and bringing it up to rest across her shoulders.

“Oh!” And Penny didn’t even need to clarify that she meant she understood the question and knew the right answer now. Despite her slight irritation at Penny’s top-girl exultation at knowing the answers again, she couldn’t help but let it slide as she continued: “No, Domina, no it isn’t hard, or it shouldn’t be. It’s only hard for me. I’m sorry for being such an inadequate servant.”

“I should think so. What are you?”

“I’m—I’m—I’m a stupid slut,” Penny confessed, guessing the right answer, or at least, one the judges decided to accept. “I’m such a stupid slut,” Penny moaned emphatically, doubling down, managing to work her tongue deep along the floor under the arch of Channah’s sole.

“So stupid you can’t even answer an easy question?”

“Yes, Domina. Please, please don’t discard me for being stupid. Please train me to be better.”

“I can train you to be less ignorant, although with a silly cow it may not be worth the time.” Then, making her voice more patronizing, she continued: “But I’m not sure it’s actually possible to smarten you up if you were born stupid, is it, you simple little ninny?”

“No, Domina, I’m sorry I didn’t think of that—”

“Then what am I to do with you? If I can’t make you smarter, and you’re too stupid to learn from my words, what can I do with you?”

Again Penny was still a second, as she tried to figure out what to say that would please her master. “I—please, Domina, perhaps you could give me only the dumbest and meanest tasks?”

Channah nodded to herself, pressing her lips together thoughtfully. That was a fair answer, if not what she was herding her hucow towards. “Not the worst idea,” she admitted. “I definitely think a little wanna-be smarty-pants should be taken down a few pegs with the dumbest and meanest work. Perhaps supervised by someone you really despise… like Roger!” she laughed, liking the physical reaction that produced in Penny, who practically recoiled to hear it.
“Oh, no, Roger’s actually smart—” and then, inspired with insight into her creature, she whispered: “Isn’t he?”

“I—is he—” suddenly some of Penny’s tension ebbed from her shoulders and hips and she admitted the obvious truth: “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what?”

“Roger is smart, Domina.”

“He’s smart, and he’s a natural leader, and he has a big hard cock, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what? Don’t make me say that again!”

“Roger is smart, Roger is a natural leader, and—and—Roger has a big hard cock, Domina.”

“And how about you?”

“I don’t, Domina.” And then, realizing what was expected of her, she burst out: “I’m a silly ninny cow, I’m a—a natural follower, and—and I have a soft… little… clitty, Domina,” she admitted, each word spoken more softly than the previous one.

“You really do, Puddin’,” she laughed. “But maybe it would be even funnier if I made you work for somebody truly stupider than you. Somebody impulsive and ignorant and weak. How would you like that, Puddin’?”

“I—I—I would do whatever you want, Domina,” she confessed miserably.

“No, I want to know. Answer my question, bitch! Who would you rather work for, someone you hate but still, as much as you hate them, you can’t help respecting? Or someone you have complete contempt for? Like Cutter!” She laughed even harder. “Or Martin,” she could barely get the name out, exaggerating the ‘ar,’ which somehow turned the name into a mockery of the boy’s intellectual capacity. And when Penny didn’t answer immediately, she snapped: “I told you I expected an answer, but I suppose—between your being stupid yourself, and how much you hate Roger—it’s actually a difficult question for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina, it is!” she burst out immediately. “And I’m afraid—” she cut herself off.

Channah pounced on it like a hawk: “What are you afraid of? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

“I’m afraid whatever I answer, there will be consequences.”

“What consequences?”

“I don’t know. I—can’t imagine. You’re more creative than me.”

“Creative? Or do you really mean ‘cruel’?”

After a pause, she burst: “Both, Domina. You’re both. Especially in this area.”

“What area?”

“Boys. Men. Males. Sex. Hierarchy. Control. There’s no game-playing about that. I can’t possibly keep up with you Domina. You really are smarter than me, in every way, about that stuff.”

“Fuck,” she cursed, her pussy and her heart bursting into genuine flame, taking her feet away and putting them back up on the bed. “Look at me, bitch.”

Penny looked up, her big eyes filled with unadulterated submission and adoration, until they reached her shoulders and reacted, sharply and fast, her pupils growing huge as her body fairly stiffened and recoiled with her fight-flight-freeze instinct.

Channah knew she looked good, too, even as she looked terrifying to her little girl. Naked, voluptuous, decadent, sensuous, and rotten as the medlar fruit she had taken as her symbol, reclining on her lounge chair, her breasts large and firm enough to remain prominent even in that position, her strong, fleshy legs crossed at the ankles on the edge of the bed, her face practically alight with sadistic joy and a less-familiar, deeper excitement… and her strong, round arms draped over the opposite ends of Penance’s Bull-Daddy, the heavy, wicked, personalized bat that perhaps more than anything else than her collar and cage, celebrated and emphasized Channah’s power and control over Penance, and Penance’s subservience to Channah. Everything about the Queen’s posture was relaxed and, even more, supremely confident; the threat of the bat all she needed to make Penny want to shrivel and shrink herself to nonexistence at her Goddess’s feet. Channah enjoyed her cowering—and even more, her obedience, if it was that (rather than pure, instinctual paralysis). Frowning slightly, she decided to find out which it was.

Literature Section “07-20 The Dangers of Toadying”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 20 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1093 words—Accompanying Images: 2075-2078—Published 2025-07-20—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-19 Footsucking Bimbo

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*2070 07-19 I could get quite used to this, thought Alice*

*2072 07-19 I’m sorry, Domina. I wished my little peepee would be proportional to the rest of my body*

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits. She has not been allowed to empty her bladder since the previous day. NOW:

“Please I don’t want to dishonor you—”

“Dishonor yourself, you mean,” With a slightly-strained giggle, Channah commented, an undertone of brittleness in her voice at odds with the forced cheerfulness: “And good morning to your tiny little friend there. I love that reaction from a bitch! And it should prevent you from messing up my bed, so you can focus on me the way you ought.”

Combined with the fact Penny was becoming fully-alert, something about the way Channah had said ‘bitch’ resonated with the other, subtle cues she had given that something was terribly off. She pushed her face gently into the bottoms of Channah’s feet and begged “Dom—Domina, please, may I approach and worship your feet?”

“Well… you hardly need to approach, do you? But yes, why don’t you do that,” she agreed, still sounding distant, pushing them against Penny’s face as she felt the girl begin servicing her heels, pressing harder than necessary to make it physically difficult for Penny to move her lips and tongue. Enjoying her girl’s efforts, Channah began moving her feet, pressing and rubbing one on her face or neck while she held the other one still for Penny’s attention. Penny’s eyes were closed again, as she concentrated on pleasing Channah, her whole world narrowing to Channah’s feet.

“May I—may I touch them with my hands, Domina?”

Channah giggled. “If you must.”

Opening her eyes, she was immediately gazing, adoringly and subserviently, on Channah, her pupils dilating pleasingly at the very sight of her magnificent nudity. “Omigod,” she whispered, before pulling herself together and proceeding with what she’d planned to ask: “I—I think I must, Domina. I—I—please, may I ask you a question Domina?” she begged, as she sucked on Channah’s big toe, and then lingeringly, each of her other toes.

“If you must,” Channah answered, less amused, the comment coming across as reserved and skeptical.

Penny redoubled her efforts, caressing Channah’s feet with her hands while continuing to suck her way along Channah’s toes, her big eyes looking beseechingly, with a pleasing subservience, and awed with an appropriate adoration, whenever they were opened, locked on Channah’s hypnotic eyes. Finally, she worked up her courage enough to ask: “Domina, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for whatever I did, I can tell you’re upset.”

“Can you?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good. Just from my voice?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good.” And she placed the soles of her feet against her girl’s head and pressed down on it hard enough to raise her hips from her chair, watching with interest as Penny struggled to remain in place and still move her tongue and lips enough to at least signal her desire to continue worshiping Channah. “But that wasn’t a question, was it, bitch?”

“Please—please, I’m sorry, please tell me what I did wrong.”

“You’re… what? Asking me to justify my mood?”

“Goodness NO, Domina! And I’m ever so sorry for wasting your time, Domina, but whatever it was—I don’t want to do it again! Please help me be a better wife—”

“Slut,” she corrected.

“Slut! I am your slut, I am your slave, I swear it, at least—I want to be! Please help me learn so—”

“Is it really so hard to be a good servant?”

Penny kept sucking her toes, in silence except a few gurgling noises from the pressure of Channah’s weight forcing them deeper and deeper into her mouth, for several beats, before blurting: “Ah bone t’ umber and.”

Channah couldn’t help laughing, although it was a sharp, unpleasant, unforgiving sound. Relaxing back down into her chair, she eased up the pressure on Penny’s face and snapped: “Were you trying to speak to me? In English?”

“Yes, Domina. I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m afraid I—I don’t understand what you’re asking?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, Domina,” Penny began, then—seeming to realize she had said something else wrong before Channah needed to spell it out, she continued, redoubling her efforts at groveling by working on Channah’s toes and the balls of her feet: “I’m sorry, Domina, not to me. I’m sure—I can see you think it should be—that of course, it should be–obvious I mean. But whatever it is—I’m sorry!” she suddenly whined loudly.

“Don’t you like my feet anymore?” Channah threw her off-balance with another unexpected, unobvious question.

“I adore your feet, Domina, I love them! I worship them—”

“Your little clitty doesn’t.”

“It does! It does I swear, I just—I just feel so badly that I’ve upset you. Please, Domina, please tell me what I did wrong so I can apologize for it—I do apologize for it, whatever it was—”

“Well, that’s appropriate,” she acknowledged reluctantly, marginally mollified. “No one who’s displeased me should be happy.”

“I’m not , I sw—”

“Then, if you want to please me, why aren’t you answering my question?”

Penny was silent and still a moment, her eyes darting as she tried to make sense of Channah’s question, unfortunately reminding her Domina of the way Chastity had done the same thing that morning. Penny’s eyes locked on her face as it twisted into something harder and less-forgiving. Channah saw the panic and desperation to please, rising in her little girl as she saw she was further-upsetting her Mistress instead of placating her.

“I’m sorry Domina, I’m sorry—I—I forgot the question.”

“You what?!” she barked, dropping her feet and leaning forward on her chair, happy to see the look of loss in Penny’s eyes as she followed her feet back to the floor.

“I—I—have to pee so badly I can’t think straight—”

“What is wrong with you, Penance Batonnoir?”

Penny froze, staring at her like a deer spotting a hunter, and then something, some understanding, flashed in her eyes like a beacon of hope. “I know!” she gasped. “I know! I’m stupid!” she sounded so incongruously overjoyed at the realization Channah—despite her ugly mood—genuinely laughed, throwing her head back and shaking it slowly. “I’m stupid! I’m sooo slow—please—please may I have your permission—” Penny was scrambling off the bed and dropping to her knees at Channah’s feet. “Please—please let me—” and her lips began pressing on Channah’s toes, the arches of her feet, her ankles, everywhere Penny could reach, as she continued: “I’m sorry for being so—so stupid and slow, Domina. I hate it!” And, gratifyingly, Channah could tell she meant it. “I fucking hate it!”

“Penny!” she sounded genuinely shocked.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I soo hate it! And you’re right—you’re right, it’s the last thing I want to admit. You make me feel so worthless and low—” Penny sounded appeasingly miserable.

Literature Section “07-19 Footsucking Bimbo”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 19 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1127 words—Accompanying Images: 2070-2074—Published 2025-07-19—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-18 The Reluctant Penitent (abridged version)

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*2068 07-18 Angel in a wilderness of demons*

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

Explicit version containing cruelty and graphic description themes at 07-18X The Reluctant Penitent at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests. NOW:

“Dry off and come here!” she barked, snapping her fingers to emphasize her urgency, and collecting Chastity’s bonds from where she had dropped them. “If Penny’s been able to get away wi—if I’ve been gullible enough—it’s the spell. It has to be the damn spell.” As soon as she had Chastity in front of her, she stopped thinking aloud, spun her around, and rebound her arms behind her back. Squatting down, she reattached Chastity’s leg cuffs and used two lengths of chain in series to hobble Chastity without immobilizing her, stopping suddenly midway through standing back up to check her box, causing Chastity’s stomach to lurch again, stricken that she had lost her Domina’s trust to such an extent.

As soon as she was done, she took Chastity by the arm and began marching quicktime towards the house, half-leading and half-dragging Chastity, who whimpered and gasped desperately as she shuffled her feet as quickly as possible so as to keep up with Channah. Over and over she almost tripped over herself as she was hustled at a speed much higher than she could manage in her condition. She whimpered when she couldn’t help herself; but made every effort to remain quiet. When they finally reached the house, Channah led her back to the wedding gift boxes and turned her around with her back to the boxes.

In dead silence, she searched through the boxes to find whatever it was she was looking for, if indeed she had a specific objective. At one point, Chastity could hear her moving further into the room holding the wedding gifts, over by the cliff front where Chastity had seen a line of armoires and dressers, opening and closing drawers and doors. Finally returning and standing behind Chastity, she began by gagging her. “I hope this is uncomfortable,” she growled, an undernote of fury still in her voice despite its civilized, calm veneer. “This will be for our benefit and amusement of course—Penny’s and mine—because your senses will be magically blocked.” And when Chastity immediately started breathing faster, she added: “Don’t worry, I won’t take your sense of touch or your internal awareness. I assure you, taking away your sense of touch is the very last thing I’d do. I can promise that whatever misery you are suffering, Penny will be experiencing five or ten times as much to test that her loyalty and devotion are sincere.” Chastity made a mournful sound that was interrupted to express pain when Channah began slipping a hair shirt over her.

“As a Christian, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this is an authentic camel-hair hair-shirt, that we have done everything possible to match the exact kind used in Judea during Biblical times.” Chastity started grunting in surprise as the hair shirt, essentially a long, narrow blanket with a hole in the middle for the wearer’s head and neck, covered with stiff bristles that poked and scratched the wearer, slipped over her shoulders, under her bound arms, and was belted in place. “If you haven’t noticed, all of my toys are the very most-authentic. I will not tolerate lackadaisical efforts or shoddy quality from anyone!” From the second the hair-shirt was in place, Chastity felt miserable and moving made it even worse. “What could be more appropriate for your penance?

Channah walked her over toward the line of armoires next to a sturdy, heavy metal one, with heavy latches and locks on the outside and a grill to allow air to circulate through it. Chastity started shaking her head and whining as Channah opened the doors and, using one hand on Chas’s head and the other on her chest, pushed her in. The armoire was too short to stand in, and too narrow to lie down in. Seated in the armoire, Chastity started sobbing as Channah blindfolded her and swung her legs up into the confined space. “Oh, stop whimpering like a baby and be grateful you’re so petite. Imagine how uncomfortable this cabinet is for big, burly men—real men—like most of my lovers, instead of a skinny little shrimp like you! You’re lucky!”

The last thing she heard, saw, smelled or tasted before Channah added the earplugs was Channah snarling: “There! Say 1,000 Hail Lilliths and see if you can’t work out a way to screw yourself with that tiny little cock!” And she felt, rather than heard or saw, the door being slammed shut on her.

Penny was awakened—or at least, came to full awareness—lying on her side in Channah’s big, soft bed, with her head on her Domina’s big, soft pillow; a share of her Domina’s weight gently coming to rest on the side of her face, and the sweet smell of her skin filling her nostrils. As she blinked her eyes open, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand to give her eyes a chance to adjust, she realized that the Sun was up. But it wasn’t actually too bright; just a shade brighter than twilight. She also sorted out, with a surge of excitement, that her Domina must have pulled her thronelike chair up to the side of the bed and was sitting in it now, with her feet tickling Penny’s face. Her gorgeously perfect, juicy round toes, the ones it was obvious to both of them Penny had a thing for, filled Penny’s sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Channah said, trying to sound cheerful. Penny, who had been disconcerted wondering if it were morning or night, was grateful for the information.

“Ap!” and when Penny tried to move she pushed her feet further forward so they were resting on Penny’s face, left foot on her eyes, right foot on her nose and mouth, making it clear she wanted Penny to stay where she was.

“Mistress, mmm… yes…. I just—I just—”

“What?” she asked sharply, and Penny, knowing something was displeasing her, gushed hurriedly:

“I desperately need to—my bladder!”

She laughed, not nicely, pushing and pulling her feet over Penny’s face, sounding pleased when she felt Penny’s lips puckering to kiss her right foot. “Are you sure it’s so urgent?”

“Oh yes Mistress—I must have slept—”

“Sixteen… eighteen… maybe even twenty hours?” Penny groaned. “Domina, even if was sixteen hours—PLEASE!”

Literature Section “07-18[X] The Reluctant Penitent”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 18 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1051 words::Explicit 1119 words—Accompanying Images: 2066-2069—Published 2025-07-18—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-14 The Agony and the Ecstasy (abridged version)

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

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-14X The Agony and the Ecstasy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her. NOW:

“It’s confusing… even disorienting… isn’t it? Because it’s like being punished and loved at the same time. But imagine what it’s like to be me, that is, if you can get past yourself for a minute! I need to punish you but I want to love you!

I mean, think about how much work it’s going to be with you trussed up like this, hanging like a side of beef—well,” she laughed, “Let’s be honest: not really beef. I know! A side of lamb! My little lamb-chop.” And she began timing her blows to match and emphasize the words of her speech. “Do you imagine this is going to be a comfortable, lazy game for me?! I should think not! Here I’ll be standing and practically bending over backwards to angle myself and thrust in and out, probably having to squat and stand up, maybe even perch on my tippie-toes, and… what? You’ll just be hanging out here, as pretty and relaxed as you please? In my lovely garden? While I do all the work?! Ooh! It’s so unfair! It makes me so angry!” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

“Isn’t it? Unfair?” she cooed, and when she didn’t get an answer: “That wasn’t rhetorical. I asked you: ‘ISN’T IT?!’” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Chastity frantically nodded and jabbered into her gag.

Snickering, Channah paused, moving around and kissing Chastity again as she pressed her soft hips forward, rubbing up against Chastity, being careful not to move her torso while they kissed because her girl was so close. Murmuring around her tongue and Chastity’s stretched lips, rubbing the paddle over Chastity’s sore, sensitized hindquarters while she stroked Chastity’s hair, she continued: “But you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?” And when Chastity nodded, Channah cooed and laughed and rubbed noses with her a moment before getting back to the kissing, little kisses on her cheeks and eyes and down to her ears.

And then, back to the spanking: a heavy, fast rhythm in her own head with a strange, almost lyrical quality. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to be a workaholic, at a job where your mission and half the work you do are also your only hobby. For millennia! I love it to fuck! I probably, literally, exist for it to fuck! But to do it all day, almost every day—and even every night! Even while I sleep! Can you imagine—well, I guess you humans dream about what you do during the day, too, but I’m sorry, it’s just not the same! It’s how I feed my spirit, and it’s just another form of doing my damned—so to speak,” she giggled, “—job! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! Even I need a little variety! Some creativity! And it’s so precious to have a couple of girls who really, genuinely care for me, not the usual string of sad-sack horndogs who’d be just as happy with their own sister or grandmother or domestic animal, for that matter—anything with a hole. Half of them would marry a loaf of bread if it would cook and clean for them! Men! Oh, sending them to hell is fun, don’t get me wrong, but as a group, they’re…” she shrugged. “Total junk food. The biggest, blandest, most undifferentiated pile of oversalted chips ever served up to anyone. I need some fresh, wriggly little fish, like you and Penny, to go with my chips!”

“Yes, you’re right, of course, I do care more about her than I do you,” Channah didn’t even fully understand why she needed to say that, but she couldn’t help herself, twisting the knife at every opportunity, delighting at Chastity’s crushed whimper. Of course, she was a demon, so it was easy enough to chalk if off to her evil and sadistic nature. “But it’s not really about her—it’s complicated—but—the point is, I do love you too, little bimbo, in my own way, I really do; I even care about you! And I know you love me. So—what I’m trying to say is, I’m happy to work hard for you—not as hard as you,” she snickered, “I mean, I am the boss, and rank does have its privileges! But I’m really enjoying this… I’m really going to enjoy this, even if its ten times as much work for me as a regular mark would be.”

And suddenly, just as Chastity started grunting and twitching with greater urgency and speed, Channah stepped back, removing her right hand, regarding her prey, her expression turning cruel and mean. “But I do think you should suffer for me, bitch! Because I am a Queen of Hell, and I demand your suffering as tribute! Is that wrong, little cow? Not rhe—” but Chastity was already shaking her head, as emphatically as she could, satisfying her master.

“And besides—maybe most importantly—I like it!” she leaned closer, smelling the heady combination of fading arousal and spiking fear, and shuddering from it. “And you really, really, really want to please me, your Domina, don’t you, dear?” she pouted, nodding along casually with Chastity.

With a lingering, insolent gaze, Channah moved out of Chastity’s line of sight. “Good!” she agreed, taking a strong, balanced position and using both hands to bring the paddle up and across, almost like a golf swing, to match the angle of the blow to Chastity’s bottom.

Crack! Chastity thrashed and cried out behind her gag as Channah hissed: “Fuck yeah!” And moaned with her arousal. “That’s for finishing without permission!”

Crack! “OH! That’s good!” Channah growled. “Good girl! That’s for lying!”

Crack! “You’re dancing like a water bubble on hot iron!” She ran her hand over her girl’s bright red buttocks and moaned. “They’re already hot and red like iron in a forge, sweetie! Your buttocks are beautiful!” And, inspired, she kissed each of Chastity’s cheeks, pressing and dragging her lips hard across the ultrasensitive, infrared skin and laughing, before stepping back. “That was for your second time without authorization.”

Crack! She gasped with her arousal, then breathed heavily for a moment, before she could regain control of herself enough to gasp: “That was for being such a dumbo. And—” she added impulsively, almost tempted to give a sixth whack, “—for embarrassing me in front of my Court with your selfishness and stupidity!”

Crack! And she laughed, gasping for breath, still holding the paddle in her left hand and pressing it against Chastity’s back as a reminder of her power, straight up her spine from buttocks to shoulders, her left hand resting on the curve of her bottom, comfortably for her, very uncomfortably for her wriggling girl. She literally rubbed it in, her hand to the girl’s bottom, patting and stroking it in a way that would have been comforting if her skin hadn’t already been on fire. “There, there, and that was for your third time.” She gasped in mock-surprise, cradling Chas’s soft flesh and observing with a hoot: “It feels like a deflated little loaf of bread! There, there, my little vanilla roll.” She kissed her, hungrily, practically tearing off her gag to seal her own lips back over her girl’s mouth, shuddering as she squeezed the soft gooshy flesh down there. She was laughing and moaning at once, lost in the bliss of her girl’s helpless scramble of misery and adoration, confusing her and messing her up. Moving to face her full-on from the front, she reached around and grabbed her buttocks, struggling not to laugh as she used her own mouth to hush her.

Literature Section “07-14[X] The Agony and the Ecstasy “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 14 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1269 words::Explicit 1370 words—Accompanying Images: 2047-2050—Published 2025-07-14—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-13 Hung Out to Get Wet (abridged version)

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*2043 07-13 Chastity posing prettily for Channah*

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

Explicit version containing bullying, precum, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-13X Hung Out to Get Wet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah leads Chastity deep into the garden, chains her wrists together and hangs them from a hook, then chains her ankles together. “I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined. “I think you do, baby,” Channah grinned. “I mean, you can’t—can you?” NOW:

“I totally can, lover. Of course I can,” Channah assured her, waited a beat, and then—proved it, shouting: “Raise. Your legs!” seizing the ankle chain in her hands and pulling up hard on it, knocking Chas off her feet and then jerking up on the chain with such force she was able to lift Chas’s ankles up higher than her wrists and drop the ankle chain over the same hook holding her wrist chain.

“Oh fuck!” Chastity squeaked, kicking and flailing helplessly while Channah ran her hands all over her body.

“Oh yes!” Channah promised. “Soon enough. But be patient.” And, suddenly, sounding unconvincingly innocent, she asked: “How often did you break the rules yesterday, sweetie?’ Mm?”

Chas stopped moving and looked horrified. Channah didn’t even say anything, she just slapped her girl’s bottom, hard. “Two times, Domina!”

“Oh, dear.” She shook her head and tut-tutted. “I’d think you were a liar if I didn’t’ know already what a little dummy you are.”

Looking hurt and confused, Chas’s eyes darted from side to side, trying to figure out her mistake.

“One. Two. Three, sugar ninny. You broke the rules again with your sisterwife, even after I reminded you what a bad girl you had already been.”

And Chas was even more pierced by knowing she had been stupid in answering her Domina, than she had been thinking she had been tricked by Channah, because she had betrayed herself and her Domina. “Oh, oh I’m sorry, Domina! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?!” Channah demanded, slapping her hindquarters on both sides, then surprising Chastity by unlocking her chakra box and slowly pulling it off, giggling equally at her girl’s expressions of arousal and shock, and the way she came to full attention. “Silly girl,” Channah laughed, slapping her and making her yelp. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” she glanced down significantly, delighted to hear Chas’s frustrated groan. “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do to get rid of that for you. Sorry—for—what?!”

“I—what?”

“What exactly are you sorry for, airhead?!” Whack!

“Oh! I’m sorry—”

Whack! “For what?!”

“Oh Domina, for everything! For both—for all of it!” Whack! “OW!” she howled.

“For? what? Answer me sorry girl! And don’t wake up your sisterwife with your bawling.”

“For lying—I mean, for lying, for being stupid, for breaking the rules, for being-stupid—again…” she finished miserably.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

“That’s four things!” Channah managed to sound indignant. “And you forgot to apologize for making such a loud noise!”

This time, Channah whacked her even as she apologized again. “I’m sorry I’m sorry ooh! That stings—I’m sorry!”

“Obviously not enough. Puddin’ would be soft as mush after the first whack,” she giggled. “Open wide!”

“I said wide!” And she pushed a red leather ball into Chastity’s wide-opened mouth. “This is so you don’t wake up Penny,” she cooed wickedly, using a buckling leather strap to hold the ball in place, before reaching down—still holding her girl’s gaze, seeing it turn afraid again as Channah’s predatory smile widened—and rising to reveal what had made the clattering sound before: “I brought your paddle,” she cooed, revealing the Muladhara paddle made just for her.

Chastity made a muffled mewling noise and twisted uselessly, shaking her head sharply.

“You little tease. As if that’s going to stop me, my darling dunce. You’re just trying to turn me on,” she laughed, using her right hand to pull Chastity’s head forward for another long kiss, continuing until Chastity relaxed enough again to get into it and start kissing her back, even as Channah worked the edge of the bat up between Chastity’s cheeks, rocking it back and forth, laughing because she knew exactly what she was doing to Chastity.

Breaking their kiss, she rubbed her thumb against Chastity and snorted, bringing it up to Chastity’s mouth. “That’s for later, girl. Apparently, you think this is all about you. Again!”

Chastity shook her head and tried to make negative noises, assuring her otherwise, but Channah ignored her sliding the paddle away and moving to Chastity’s left side, moving her right hand back down to play, teasing her until she started to pant.

And that was when Channah started to paddle her, one-handed, with her right hand manipulating Chastity, her body pressed up against her side, brushing her arm and knee—which were both about the same height as Chas’s head, and a bit lower than Channah’s—with soft kisses while her left hand thwacked Chastity’s bottom from an imperfect and awkward position, Chastity jumped pleasingly with every blow in response to Channah’s soft, teasing caresses and she started to make little gurgling sounds.

“Oh, dear, I’m not very good at this, am I?” Channah tittered. “Or you’re really boy-stupid. At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m ever going to get you back in your box.” She purred at the desperate sounds Chastity was making, and impulsively paused to lean around and make out with her lovergirl for a minute, before resuming. “You do look kind of dazed and muddled. I guess maybe I haven’t forgotten how to hurt and love a girl at the same time. I know that can be terribly confusing, can’t it?” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Literature Section “07-13[X] Hung Out to Get Wet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 13 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 876 words::Explicit 1018 words—Accompanying Images: 2043-2046—Published 2025-07-13—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-12 The Garden Path at Night

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They had tumbled into Channah’s bed around midday. Like humans, succubae experienced sleep cycles; but the most-active phases of their sleep, in particular, differed markedly. Channah, in her sleep, had visited her current stable of dream-lovers. She liked to keep 36 of them. She wasn’t rigid about it, but it was a good target number, one that kept her fed and fueled her active and assertive life as a Queen of Hell. Every succubus had her own preferred hunting grounds. Because of the sheer scale of her appetites, and the power level required to dominate the rest of her species, she haunted sailing ships and army camps. She kept seducing those she found awake by whispering into and touching their subconscious minds, to keep them focused on her and make them weaker. And she had ridden those she found most-vulnerable and asleep, as hard as she could. By the earliest hours of the morning, she was refreshed and filled to bursting with energy.

Even as she opened her eyes, she sensed Chastity, to her left, was awake; while Penance, to her right, remained asleep. Turning her head slowly she met Chastity’s eyes, watching her so intently it took the motion of her head to alert her Channah was awake. “Are you restless, my love?” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly…. I slept quite a long time.”

“Have you been awake long?”

“Perhaps an hour, or a bit more?” Chas guessed.

“Staring at me?” She smiled slyly. “Or staring at us both?”

She didn’t need to see color clearly to know when Chas was blushing. “A little bit. Well, yes.”

“And? How did it make you feel?”

“Amazed,” Chas admitted. “You’re the most beautiful things in the world. And so blessed…” then she caught herself, blushing. “Or… I mean… fortunate.”

“I love it,” she smirked. “And I love you for thinking that.” She rolled toward Chas and kissed her softly, once, before deciding that wasn’t enough and kissing her again. They wrapped their arms around one another, moving slowly so as not to wake Penny, and held one another tightly for the longest, sweetest kissing session either of them could remember for a long time.

It was only when Chas shifted slightly that Channah growled a throaty laugh, reaching her hand down to find the source of the problem. Pulling back an inch and licking her lips, she giggled: “Ohhh… baby… are those nasty Persian Gates starting to pinch again?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas confessed.

“Mm… well, let’s do something about that.”

“Oh… yes, please Mistress,” Chastity agreed, desperate to release the pressure she was feeling.

“Let’s get your leathers,” she whispered. “This is my day, remember?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas swallowed. “What about Penny?”

She looked back over her shoulder, fondly, then grinned. “Sleeping the sleep of the innocent at heart. I’ve got more than enough energy for both of you. Let’s let him rest up while I wear you out and then maybe you’ll be able to sleep a bit more.” And she laughed, pushing Chas off the bed before her, and then taking her by the hand to lead her down the stairs from her bedroom. At the bottom of the stairs she physically turned Chas so she was facing the garden and informed him laughingly: “Keep your eyes front, missy, while I look through your toybox. Well…. My Toybox, of toys for playing with Chastity,” she clarified.

“Um…. To tell you the truth, Domina, it’s so dark I don’t think I could see what you were doing even if I were right beside you,” Chas admitted. “But of course I won’t peek, Domina.”

“Better yet, why don’t you get some cushions from the salon—in front of you—and bring them along?” Channah could see as well in darkness as in daylight; even better, in some ways, in some wavelengths. Placing most of the items she had selected in a bag, she took Chas’s arm (since her hands were now full holding three large cushions), kissed her, and set off along the garden path toward the baths.

“Are we going to take another bath?” Chas asked breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” she promised, laughing girlishly and hiding whatever she had behind her, leading Chas all the way to the second spring, the one that fed the main garden stream. There, she turned right, leading Chas along its rocky bank, under the canopy of the trees until they reached another open spot, mixed garden and grass, overlooking the great valley. Within it, at the edge overlooking the valley, was a simple stone gazebo.

“It’s all so beautiful—I feel like it’s a magical world… it’s—” and suddenly she interrupted herself with a sharp intake of breath. Channah laughed, guessing what she had seen: the heavy hook, hanging from the roof of the gazebo, just a bit above head level.

“Set the cushions on the stone platform,” she commanded, tugging Chas forward, not allowing her to stop for more than a second beside the platform, and positioned her directly beneath the hook. Dropping whatever she had brought with a rustle and clatter, she brought both her hands to Chas’s cheeks and neck, pulling her in for a long, slow, hot kiss, and then running her hands over Chastity’s shoulders and tummy and breasts while continuing to kiss her.

Breaking their kiss and humming happily, she squatted down to retrieve her bag and handed it to Chastity to hold while she rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. While she kissed Chastity’s cheeks and lips softly, Chastity felt Channah take her right hand and then her left, massaging each arm and fastening the cuffs in their familiar places around her wrists. Next, laughing as she kissed Chastity deeply, she pulled two more cuffs out of the bag. Then she and smouched her way down Chastity’s neck, breasts, and stomach to tease her caged flesh and kiss, kiss, kiss under her belly button and in the crevices where her legs met her torso and even the front of her thighs, totally distracting Chastity—not that she needed to—as she locked Chastity’s ankles.

Working her way back up Chas’s body, she pulled a short length of chain from the bag, drawing the cold metal teasingly up Chas’s skin, catching both her arms, and pulling her hands in front of her. In the night, in the shadow of the gazebo, Chastity saw only the corner of Channah’s wicked smile clearly, but she knew she was looking straight into her eyes, as she used carabiners to attach the two ends of the chain to her wrist cuffs. Chastity let out a shuddering breath as Channah lifted her hands over her head and slid the chain over the hook.

“Have you figured it out yet, sweetie?”

Chas knew she meant, what Channah had in mind, because she had not locked or tied Chas’s hands to the hook and Chas could slip them off the hook anytime if she wanted. “No…” she admitted, both excited and scared at once.

With a deep-throated laugh, Channah drew another short chain from the bag as she kissed her way back down her girl’s body and chained her ankles together.

“I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined, as she began moving back up again.

“I think you do, baby.”

“I mean—I mean, you can’t—can you?”

Literature Section “07-12 The Garden Path at Night”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 12 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1230 words—Accompanying Images: 2037-2042—Published 2025-07-12—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-11 Demon’s Paradise

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*2032 07-11 This is MY paradise… what are you waiting for?*

*2033 07-11 You can have anything you dare to take, lover*

*2035 07-11 Are you… SCARED to be bedded by me, little boy?*

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:

While she taught them to bathe and massage her the way she liked, she watched them carefully, to see where they lingered and where they hurried, where they relaxed and where they tensed up, where their eyes strayed and where their hands strayed. Okay, their hands didn’t actually stray at all. They were waaay too nervous and respectful for that, although she suspected Chastity was on her best behavior trying to get back on Channah’s good side, and she wasn’t sure if the girl would be so careful in the future.

After they had dried her body, and theirs, she made them clean their jariya leathers with the soap and rags while she relaxed on one of the lounge chairs, feeling the gently warming air. Then she took them by the hands and led them back down the garden path. As they passed the sealed iron door, Penny asked: “May I ask you a question, Domina?”

“You may,” Channah responded, with a curious, amused look.

“Domina—may I ask, where are we?”

“Ohh… that’s a good question. Where do you think?”

“I don’t think this is… hell…”

She harumphed. “Certainly not.”

“But… does that mean it’s Earth?”

“Yes,” she nodded slowly. “Besides Heaven, Earth and Hell are the only worlds I know of.”

“And it… can’t be Heaven, can it?”

“No.” The answer was businesslike and curt, but Penny could feel the weight of continents’ worth of emotions behind it and immediately backed away.

“I don’t think there are any mountains this magnificent in all of England,” he began slowly. “Not so tall, anyway,” he considered, as she led them around the bend in the path, revealing only another length of path with cliff on the right and forest on the left, this one ending in a curve to the right.

“Is it Scotland?” Chastity guessed.

“No,” she shook her head.

“You said it’s high in the mountains…” Penny began. “But—it’s cool—but… not that cool. And the Alps are snowy… at least the tallest parts, aren’t they?”

“They can be,” Channah allowed.

“But this seems too verdant and green for the Atlas Mountains…”

“There are some beautiful parts of the Atlas Mountains, but we’re not there.”

“I don’t know,” Penny admitted miserably. “I’m not sure. Lebanon?”

She laughed. “No, not Lebanon. But I know why you’re stumped—there’s a bit of a twist. We’re in the Sierra Madre Mountains. And the valley you saw from the bathing pool was the Valley of Mexico.” She frowned. “Or… a valley close to it, anyway. I keep my vale here so I don’t have to worry about humans and their petty politics.”

She stopped and looked down at Penny, smirking. “Silence from Penny. That’s unusual. Are you still lost?”

“I—I’m not familiar with—”

“Are you lost, darling? Or has the cat got your tongue?”

“I’m lost, Domina,” Penny confessed miserably. “I’m usually pretty good with geography, I can’t believe I still don’t have any idea…”

She started them walking forward again, looking smug. “Chastity, I stumped Miss Penny.”

“Me too,” Chastity admitted.

“You’ve heard of the great Spanish conquest in 1521?”

“Conquest? Of Navarre? You’re saying we’re in the Pyrenees? Or—” Penny gasped loudly, practically sounding like he was having an asthma attack, causing Channah to laugh out loud again. “Of the Aztecs? In the Americas?!”

“Yes, good girl, Pleaser. The Valley of Mexico is where it happened.”

“We’re in the Spanish Empire?” Chastity asked, sounding both surprised and worried. Spain was, increasingly, an enemy of England’s; and although the two countries had been allies in two previous Italian wars—including when Penny—or rather, her predecessor—had lived in Venice—they were currently enemies in the War of the League of Cognac.

“No,” she assured him. “The hucows think we’re in some indigenous area… perhaps the Confederacy of Tlaxcala? Indigenous allies of the Spanish.”

“We’re in savage lands?!” Far from feeling reassured by Channah’s answer, Chastity was more upset—and not made any happier when Channah stopped again and burst out laughing, even louder.

Both girls looked at her, confused and upset with her reaction, as much as with the idea they were in savage country.

“Where should I even start? My darling dears,” she hugged them both tightly to her. “The vale is mine. My paradise. It has been for…” she shrugged. “As far as I know, no hucow other than my agents has ever come here. Since before the Tlaxcala or the Aztec or even the Spanish even existed. It’s a part of my domain!” And then when she saw they still didn’t understand she laughed even harder. “My sweet, innocent little wives, have you been sleeping?! Your Domina is the Queen of Hell. I don’t fear hucows—hucows fear me!” She kissed each of them, fiercely, on their foreheads, enjoying their embarrassed looks as she hugged them to her again.

“Darlings: Get it through your heads! You. Have. Been. To. Hell! You are hell’s own agents! And you’re worried about the Tlaxcala? The Spanish?! I love it so much that you fear the Tlaxcala more than you fear me.” She kissed Penny, and then Chas, on the lips, then paused, and began kissing Chas hard and long. Tearing herself away, she shook her head to clear it and announced: “The other point I wanted to make is, Europeans may think of them as savages, but try to remember, from my perspective, you’re all backwards savages arrived at the last minute, the whole race of hucows. Tomorrow—tomorrow morning, first thing when you wake up, I’ll show you how savage they are. I have something of theirs that no King or potentate in the Old World has ever laid eyes on. Something they invented and learned that Europeans—and Asians, and Africans—never even thought of. But tonight, we all need to get to bed. You two, especially, are running on pure adrenaline and… sperm? Testosterone? Whatever it is horny boys run on when they need sleep but are too stupid to take it. No more political talk. Apparently, with you two, even that makes me horny. And you two are certainly in no condition to satisfy me! I need to do some night-riding.”

And, thus delighted, she pulled them in tight, said: “Voilà! Tlalitlen Ichtaka. My house—our house!” With that, she walked them around the corner to reveal a sliver of her home, the vertical slice of it visible between the forest and the cliff, but impressive nonetheless. Made of brightly-colored and heavily-carved stone, the home rose three stories from the valley floor and was built into the cliff itself. The design of the house was open-air, each level smaller than the one below it like a miniature half-pyramid fused into the cliff. “I remodeled it about a hundred years ago. After the Mayans, and then the Aztecs, started developing real cities and buildings and their own architectural style…” she shrugged. “I don’t know, it just seemed right!”

“Did you say… Tlatin—” Penny struggled.

She spoke it again slowly as they stepped off the path into the ground floor: “Tlalitlen Ichtaka.” There were walls enclosing some rooms or halls, but there was enough open space for them to see glimpses of a beautiful garden to their left through rooms that were simply and practically, but exquisitely, appointed. There weren’t any furnishings approaching the edge of the house—for three or four yards from the edge of the roof the spaces were empty, which the girls would understand the first time it rained. Because when it rained in Channah’s Vale—and it rained often—it truly rained.

“Tlalitlen Ichtaka,” Penny attempted, getting much closer, and she repeated it for him twice more, until he got it right. “What language is that? What does it mean?”

“Nahuatl. The language of the valley—” she tipped her head backwards, indicating the valley opening out below the bathing pool. “The language of Tenoch, the stonemason who supervised the remodeling here. It’s not the literal translation but I understand it as ‘vale of the secret mouth.’”

“It’s quite… poetic,” Penny granted.

“Thank you! It is! And it… captures something about my home,” she observed, directing them to store their leathers in the exquisite wooden cases her servants had brought from the heteraslakos while Channah attended to her business in her castle, before leading them up two flights of stairs to her bedroom. It filled the third floor, except a small privy up against the cliff wall. And it offered a dramatic view overlooking the garden in front of the house and the woods and soaring cliffs that surrounded it.

The girls gasped, standing still, mesmerized by the sight, and Penny gasped: “It’s—it’s beautiful…”

“It’s paradise. My paradise!” Channah pronounced, something about the way she said it causing Penny’s tired mind to linger on all the complicated ramifications and layers to that. Almost, she gave voice to some part of her thoughts—she wanted to. She wanted to discuss them with Channah so she could understand her Domina better, and just because she wanted to get to know her, because she loved her. But even Penny, tonight—or at least, now—managed to restrain herself.

Instead, they simply followed Channah to the bed, watching as she tugged the blanket and sheets back—giggling at the way their tired eyes lingered on her buttocks as she leaned over the bed and warning them: “Be careful, girls. You don’t want to write any promissory notes your limp little peters can’t cash tonight, do you? Come on! Each of you, pick a side and curl up with me.”

They looked at one another in surprise. “Na—naked?”

And she laughed out loud again. “I don’t even own any nighties. But maybe I can pick up some dowdy widows’ nighties the next time I’m in England for you two prudes?”

“It’s not that! I mean—it’s not just—that,” Penny hemmed and hawed, taking the side nearest the garden after Chas chose the side closer to the cliff wall. “It’s—I just—” she turned red and finally managed, as she climbed in, modestly leaving space between herself and Channah: “I’m honored. You’re letting us share your bed, Domina! We’re not—”

“Hush,” she scolded Penny, pulling them both in tightly to her in a warm hug, the touch of her skin so exotic and forbidden in this context it almost burned. “You’re my wives, this is my bed, we sleep together.” She made out with each girl, a slow and sensual celebration of kissing, before she snickered. “Unless you’re being punished, of course.”

As it turned out, neither girl’s worries about sleeping with their Domina amounted to much when the three of them were so exhausted. They were all unconscious in seconds.

Literature Section “07-11 Demon’s Paradise”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 11 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1747 words—Accompanying Images: 2032-2036—Published 2025-07-11—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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