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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, while forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for and serve the lovers; before her First Husband dressed down her Secondary Wives for marrying Channah without his consent.  NOW:

Rivqah had noticed George’s giant appendage beginning to stir at the sight of Húanglóng spanking Chastity and she leaned over, beginning to stroke him and whispering in his ear:  “You like seeing girls get spanked, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he admitted, pinkening with embarrassment, but hardly able to deny the physical evidence unrolling in front of him.  “I—I like seeing anybody get spanked, but—but especially gurls, I think.  T-girls.”

“I think it’s time for our Queen’s big moment,” Miriam suggested to Rivqah.  “And since you’re stealing my stud—”

“Hey!  Fair’s fair!”  They both laughed, as Miriam stood, walked around George and Rivqah, and knelt in front of Jacob, looking up in his eyes as she began tickling him, enjoying the way his breath caught and the sly smile that started forming on his lips despite his best efforts to remain moody and resentful.  “Don’t be such a pill!” she whispered to him good-naturedly.  “You’re about to fuck the Queen.  We all know you’re a smart and clever boy, but hello!  The succubae, on the whole, are smart and clever, so our cambions are too!  D’uh!  Don’t be pissy about the fact your ticket to ride comes from down—here—” she kissed him “Just be glad you were invited at all.  You’ve impressed the Queen, as well as us!”  And she dove down.

Jacob groused:  “Don’t you think she likes it better, knowing how much it pisses me off?!”  Miriam popped him out of her mouth, making a mock-surprised face at Rivqah, who tried to stifle her own laugh in return.  Still looking at Rivqah, Miriam hissed:  “I think we all prefer that, now that you mention it.”

“I certainly do,” Rivqah answered.  “And just did, in fact.  Petulant little brat!  So let the wittle baby be all steamy and mad so Channah can really enjoy him!”

The conflicting expressions on Jacob’s face, of vindication and rage to have confirmed his suspicions were correct, were priceless.  But fortunately for their plans, he didn’t seem to be any better than Penny and Chastity at reining in his passions today.

While continuing to spank Chastity, who cried and wailed and twisted but couldn’t budge Húanglóng’s powerful hold a single inch, Húanglóng continued addressing all three of his wives, lead wife and secondary wives alike.  “Chastity is a girl.  She knows she’s a girl, she accepts she’s a girl, and yes, having been born a male, it’s perfectly understandable the shame she feels.  Of course she’s ashamed!  She was meant to be a man!  Anyone born a male with even an ounce of pride would do everything in their power to fulfill their destiny as a man.  But she’s given all that up and defied God’s laws and plans just so she can pursue her weak, greedy, selfish little cherished fantasy.  She is a rightly-ashamed little girl.  Now get back down in your place and thank me for spanking you and accepting you for what little you are!”

As Chastity scrambled to obey, holding her blistered bottom and whining fussily, hissing when she tried to lie down on her back and felt the pain from her freshly-abused bottom, Húanglóng snapped his fingers to summon his other ceshi:  “Penance Batonnoir!  Come here this instant!”  At the same time, Channah was motioning for Esmeray to come over to her, even as she began pouring wine on her husband’s left foot so it dribbled into Chastity’s mouth as she waited for Esmeray to pick her way across the room.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy, please—” Penny whimpered, unable to cover her bottom with her bound hands but trying her best to keep it away from Húanglóng.

“Don’t you dare sass me, girl.  Get over here!” Húanglóng seized her arm and threw her over Húanglóng’s right knee, using his right hand and left leg to lock her in place the same way she had held Chastity over her other knee a few moments ago. 

“No, Daddy, please!” Penance whined, her attempt at resistance as satisfying as it was ineffective.  When Húanglóng’s powerful right hand pushed her head down she knew she was his and fell limp, crying and waiting for his inevitable discipline, which promptly began, the lord’s left hand rising and falling with every bit of the speed and force he had used on her sister. 

Penny immediately started bawling, which Húanglóng calmly put a stop to by pausing his spanking just long enough so Penny quieted down enough to hear Húanglóng explain:  “I’m going to keep spanking you until I’ve finished lecturing you.  If you’re making too much noise to listen, I’m simply going to keep spanking you without even starting my lecture, until you hush your mouth.  So, it’s up to you.  If you want your spanking to continue all day long, missy, you keep bawling.”  And with that, Húanglóng resumed, spanking systematically, hard, and rapidly as Penny tried desperately to stifle her cries, wiggling and kicking over Húanglóng’s knee and doing her best to keep quiet long enough for Húanglóng to finish lecturing her.

“I can’t remember ever dealing with a bigger baby in my life,” Húanglóng began, shaking his head disapprovingly.  “It’s like you almost want to be beaten!  Has no one ever explained to you that nothing makes a demon want to hit you more, than knowing you’re weak and vulnerable and suffering?”

“Oh, I’ve told him,” Rivqah promised.

“As have I,” Miriam added.

“And I,” Channah laughed.  “But she’s hard-headed.  And ‘sensitive.’”  Everyone laughed, as Channah handed off the bottle of double-spiked wine to Esmeray and made her way to where Miriam was fluffing Jacob.  “Is it showtime?!” she asked her friend excitedly.

And Rivqah, without taking her eyes off George’s snake, which was slowly stretching and hardening under the attention of her fingers, answered:  “Yes it is, my liege!  The scarlet cushion is prepared for you.  We tried to anticipate everything….”

“Oh, thank you dear, that’s so thoughtful,” Channah paused, stroking Miriam’s hair appreciatively.  “Taking such special care of my boy.  If you need one, we can bring over a sissy to finish the fluffing?”

Miriam observed:  “Húanglóng is doing so well with them, I hesitate to interfere.  And I don’t mind, Jacob’s delicious.”  And she resumed working on Jacob while Channah, plucking a jar of lube from a tabletop, turned around and backed up, straddling Miriam, her thighs touching her handmaid’s shoulders, thrusting her bottom back until it was a few inches above Miriam’s neck—and therefore, right in Jacob’s face—and the top half of her body was bending forward, resting one hand on Miriam’s backside.  “Get me ready for you, Jacob?” she pouted, holding the jar behind her and making appreciative noises as Jacob, chuckling, warmed the oil in his hands before rubbing it on Channah’s bottom.

Meanwhile, Húanglóng continued spanking and lecturing helpless, panting, trying-her-hardest-not-to-cry Penance:  “I’m very upset with you, young lady!”

“I—I—I’m sorr—rree—Daddy!” she wailed, biting her lip to quiet down again instead of crying.

“For what?”

“I don’t know—whatever I did to upset you, Daddy!  I want to please you so much!”

“That’s good, but apologizing for nothing, accomplishes nothing.  I—want—you—to—listen!”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

“Chastity is ashamed because she could have been a man, but she wanted—wants!—to be a weak woman instead.  But you said you wanted to be a man!”

“I do, Daddy, I do, but I know I’m not!”

“Obviously not!  And what did your Domina tell you?”

“I don’t kn—lots of things, Master!  I mean Daddy!”

“What did she tell you about whether you were a man or a girl?”

“She told me I was a girl before I even knew it,” Penance whined, sobbing silently as the blows kept falling, using her shackled hands for the only thing she could use them for, pressing them into her mouth when she wasn’t talking to muffle her whimpering, so hopefully she wouldn’t upset her Daddy even more. 

“And you want to be a man—as if you could!  You’re lying over a bull’s lap locked up in chastity and being spanked while your wife gets ready for real men.  Hello!  Does that make you a man?”

“No, Sir, no Daddy!”

“What does it make you?”

“A sissy cuck, Sir,” Penny confessed miserably.

“You want to be something you’re not—a man!”  Húanglóng’s laugh spoke volumes, and practically wilted Penance right in front of her eyes.  “In defiance of your Domina!”

“No, Master—Sir—Daddy!  I mean Daddy!  I swear I would never defy my Domina!  I love my Domina!”

“Liar!” Húanglóng growled, shaking his head.  “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, young lady.”

“I swear! I swear!” Penny screeched desperately.  “I’m telling you the truth!”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, oh yes, I promise of course ofcourseI’mtellingyouthetruthsir!”

“If you’re telling me the truth, I’ll let you up this instant.  But if I can prove you’re lying, it will go very badly for you!”

“I’m telling the truth!  I promise!  I swear!”

“We’ll see.  Did your Domina tell you you’re a girl?”

“Yes sir!  Yes she did, Daddy! Oww ow oww…”

“And have you accepted what your Domina has decided for you?  Or are you defying your Domina, and indeed your very—obvious—nature by hoping and fantasizing you’re a man?”

“I—oh—oh no,” Penny moaned, understanding Húanglóng’s point.

“Answer me!”

“I’m—yes!  I’m sorry!  I am defying my Domina, Daddy!  Daddy, I didn’t I didn’t—iiieeee!”  She squealed and twisted as Húanglóng, feeling it was time to make her pay for her defiance, picked up a belt from the bed beside him and began applying it to Penance’s ass, its steady crack exciting the succubae in the room as much as it sent Penny to the bare edge, almost suffocating herself to try and remain quiet until Húanglóng was finished with what he needed to say.

“You better be quiet, sissy!  You’ve already lied to me and defied your Domina!  Do you want to get in even more trouble?”

“No, I’m sorry, Sir!  I’m sorry!” and she twisted her body just enough so she could push her face into the crack between Húanglóng’s hip and the bedsheet to muffle her own cries more effectively than she could do with her hands alone.

“So to recap:  Have you defied your Domina?”

“Yes Master—ow!” she began.

“And have you lied to me?”

“Yes Daddy I’m so sorry for being a bad boy—I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“Another promise?  Really?  So soon after your previous false promise has been exposed?”

“Yes Dadd—I mean no, Daddy!!  Ow!”

“Then let’s try my question again, and this time, just answer me as you’ve been instructed to!”

“Yes Sir, Daddy sir!”

“Have you lied to me?!”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“And did you defy me?!”

“No Daddy nev—I—I don’t know Daddy, I’m sorry, I—I don’t know!”

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?!”

“I mean—I mean—I can’t think of any—I can’t think of how I’d defy you, but I’m afraid I did something accidentally without realize—”

“Did you tell your Domina and me, just now, that you want to have sex with women, not men?”

“Yes, Daddy!  I remember that Daddy!” she said gratefully, nodding frantically.  “Yes, I said that Daddy!”

“After I, a man, warned you I planned to use you for sex?!”

“What?! Oh—oh I see, I’m so sorry!  I did that too, Master!  I’m bad.  I’m stupid.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorrreee!” she wailed before forcing her mouth and nostrils down into the crack between her spanker’s leg and the bedspread to silence herself again.

“Yes!  You!  ARE!  I! Expect! You! To! Do! Better!”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“You’d better!”

“I will!  I promise I will!” Penny squealed and then started bawling.  “I can’t—I can’t stop crying!  It hurts too much, Daddy!  Daddy, my bottom hurts!  I’m sorry for crying, I know I’m a crybaby—”

“Lilith and Cain!”  Húanglóng rolled his eyes and shook his head.  “You need to stop crying and start apologizing.  Get on your knees in front of me.  Right!  This! Instant!”

“Yessir, Yesdaddy!”  Penny dropped like a sack of potatoes from her position over Húanglóng’s knee to her knees between Húanglóng’s feet, still sobbing, now facing Húanglóng and immediately moueing at what she saw.  At what filled her vision.

“Chastity!  Get up here, right next to your sister!”

“Yes, Daddy!” Chas yelped, moving with alacrity to push to her knees, and then squiggle in tight against Penny, the two of them tightly crammed together to fit between Húanglóng’s knees.  Húanglóng took their heads and pushed them together, cheek to cheek.  “If the crybaby can shut her mouth for one instant!” (she could, sounding like a greased pig dropped into a sloped sewer pipe) “you can hear the adults are getting ready to play again.  Can’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” the girls nodded frantically, in no doubt as to what they were hearing:  Channah moaning with pleasure; Jacob grunting with satisfaction; George gasping and writhing.

“You two have frustrated me and forced me to focus on punishing you, instead of celebrating with my principal wife!  That’s inexcusable and now you need to make it up to me—and her—by getting me caught up.  Tell me the truth:  Do you two sissies want to please me?”

“Oh, YES Daddy!” They both gushed, nodding wildly.

“I want to please you so so so bad, Daddy!” Penny gushed.

“Me too!  Even more!’  Please let me please—please give me a chance to show it!” Chastity interjected.

“Do you know what my name means?  ‘Húanglóng’?”

“No Daddy,” they shook their heads, staring at the long yellow serpentine dangling in front of them.

“Yellow.  Dragon,” he whispered, softly, dramatically, and without hesitation, causing the girls to gasp, understanding.  He could see they Understood.  “And I truly am that.  Now, each of you put one arm around the other, and use your other arm to hold onto my leg, so you can fit between my powerful thighs better and be reminded what sissies you are.  Your task is to charm the Yellow Dragon.  To want to do i—”

But Húanglóng didn’t even have to finish his sentence.  He chuckled.  “That’s the way, girls.  Forget all those silly ideas about being men… and wanting women… accept who you are.  And be ashamed.  Because that’s—even—fucking—hotter! Than actually embracing your own identity.  Keep being ashamed, and helplessly attracted by your own natures, all at the same time!  Your Domina taught me, long long ago, to recognize that is the sweetest of all pleasures, hotter than anything:  a human who hates what they love, doesn’t like who they are, and can’t help it even a little bit!  Hate yourselves you fucking sluts.  Hell knows, you should!  You’re pathetic!…  I know you’ve never even seen, let alone handled, a real man’s equipment, like this, before.  So let me teach you how to do it. Using your hands, and your mouths, all at once.  I know, I know, your own underdeveloped bodies barely have enough room for your index finger and thumb.”  He guffawed cruelly.  “That’s part of why they’re locked up, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” the two girls agreed, their eagerness to please him dimming their awareness of how badly they were being humiliated, as they crammed together against one another, tight between Húanglóng’s bulging steel-cable thighs, and the next moment, feeling the weight of Húanglóng’s legs on their shoulders as he settled back, sighing with pleasure as they served him and acted as his footstools.   They worked smoothly together, so crammed in by warm flesh on all sides they began to sweat as they strove assiduously to please their master, whose own needs and priorities were quickly becoming theirs.

On the other side of the large iceberg of divans in the corner, Channah climbed onto them and crawled forward to the scarlet mattress in the very middle of the large array of tightly-packed cushions, leering at Jacob and pointing straight down.  “Here.  Bottom… here, facing the room.  Head towards the corner.  Do it, Jacob, come on, baby.”

“My hand—”

“I need a cuck, Daddy!” Channah called out in a sing-song voice, provoking a snort of laughter. 

“Fine.  Which one’s the more difficult again?  For others, I mean.  They both seem like putty to me.”

“I can see that,” she admitted wryly.  “They both have issues.  But Penny’s our problem child.”

“Chastity, go attend to your Domina.”

“Oh, but Daddy, don’t you need—”

“I need you to obey!  So I can help Penny understand who—and what—she is.  Go!”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy!” Chastity, chastened, agreed and scampered onto the bed, crawling until she reached Jacob’s hand, which Channah was pointing to.  “Yes, Domina?”

“Clean it!” she commanded, impressed once again by Húanglóng’s uncanny power to motivate humans, as Chastity went to work, only her expression and her attenuated breathing, betraying the difficulty she had with the task she had been assigned.  Yet, the enthusiasm with which she acted despite her obvious struggle, revealed how much Húanglóng had already begun to colonize her brain and penetrate her skull. 

While Chastity cleaned Jacob, Channah guided Jacob, showing him where she wanted him to lie down on his back, with his head over a gap between two mattresses.  “but the hole—why—?” Jacob began, which she quieted by placing one finger on his lips and another on his crotch before running her mouth over Jacob’s torso, smelling and kissing him all over, distracting him while she fished out the shackle she had suspected she might find near his right wrist,  Then, still moving sensuously, she climbed over him, straddling his waist and teasing him ever-so-lightly with her most-sweet and vile medlar, putting her lips against his ear and whispering as she mock-rode him, all the time fishing out the other shackle:  “Unless you’re actually a masochist, you should learn from my two pathetic cucks and check your attitude.  As a cambion, you should know better than to show me how I can hurt you by enjoying you.”  And with a giggle and a sneer, she clicked the two shackles closed on his wrists simultaneously.  “You’ve gone straight to the top of my party-invite list.  Bitch!  Now be a good little mattress boy for all of us.  It’s unfair, but…” she shrugged and straightened up, meeting his eyes as she gagged him, tying the gag in turn to the edge of the divan so his head was trapped at an angle below the plane of the cushions, enjoying his wounded outrage, drinking it up like honey.  She giggled.  “I fucking love it.  The only revenge you’re going to get is being rough with me, halfling.  So do your worst—or, I hope, your best, with the one weapon I’m leaving you.”

And with that, reversed her position, facing away from him, crawling forward so her knees were almost to his, and guiding him, groaning, moving her hips to and fro to work him deeper while she leaned forward, shackling one leg while she held the other down, correctly anticipating he would try to move it as soon as he felt what she was doing to his other leg, pinning it under her elbow until his other ankle was secured and she could bring both hands to bear on it, giggling and enjoying the frantic way he wormed and wiggled and flailed about.  “Oh baby, you move so well.  Oh, seven hells you’re so excited!  I think you are a masochist, my sweet little pouter.  A masochist cambion.  From now on, it’s gonna suck to be you and I’m going to make you thank me!  Oh!  Aaaah yessss!  Oh, yeah.  You’re going nowhere until we’re done with our mattress-boy!”  She sighed, as she settled back onto him, pushing a small pillow into the gap between his neck and the back of her head—a pillow just thick enough so that part of her, at least, would be more comfortable and she could focus on the discomforts she wanted; but thin enough that she would still be able to tip her chin back to accommodate her next lover, if not quite as far back as poor, wretched Jacob.  “Oh, yes, this is nice!  Rivqah, dear?”

“I’m here!”  Miriam chimed in, wrapping Chastity’s long blonde hair around her hand.  “Come on, Chastity dear, let’s get you cleaned up!”  Looking confused, but wanting to oblige, she let Miriam guide her to the bowl of spirits, mint, and water on the ground.  After admonishing her to wash her lips and mouth out, Miriam pushed her face right down into the bowl.  While she held Chastity under the surface, she got Esmeray’s attention and pointed to the bowl.  Nodding, Esmeray tore herself away from an almost obsessive, sickened fascination with Jacob’s assault on Channah—or was it Channah’s assault on Jacob?—and headed toward Miriam.

“Where’s Big George?  And more to the point, where’s Little Big George?”  Channah was demanding, delighted as he turned and crawled over the array of divans toward her, obeying her instructions and positioning himself above her head, his knees on either side of the gap in the cushions.  “Stop dawdling, hubby, this is no time for you to go gay on me.  I need my Long Hwang,” she snorted to her husband.  “Or I’ll find someone else to finish my trio!” she threatened, before imitating a snake trying to digest a mongoose.  She did manage to elicit an amazed groan from George that could not have failed to get Húanglóng’s attention, even if he had been able to ignore his wife.  (Which, in truth, he had never been able to do, a fact that had helped to, and continued to, shape the history of the Seven Hells in now-predictable and stabilizing ways.  No one else could see it, but Húanglóng himself, the great and charismatic persuader, knew he was not quite the most-persuasive demon in hell, even if the gifts he did have, came more easily to him than to others.

“I wouldn’t miss this—or you—for the world or hell below it, my love,” he assured her sincerely enough, manhandling Penny with her hair as he lumbered to his knees on the bed and approached her, pulling Penny along beside him, forcing her to try to keep up.  “Now the question is—where do you want to feel your little cucks’ mouths?”

With a derisive snort, but without slipping off Big George, she shook her head sharply.

“Not at all?” He asked, a little surprised.  “I guess if they couldn’t satisfy you on their own, they don’t have much to contribute to our orgy.  I’m going to have them hold your ankles and worship your feet,” he proposed, pleased to see her quick nod of agreement and shiver of anticipation.  “I know what my baby doll likes.  Get over there, cuck!  Hold it up above her hips and waist so there’s plenty of room for me!” he jerked Penny’s head towards Channah’s left foot, all of them pleased to see how eagerly the auburn-haired girl scurried to her assigned station, even as Chastity was released by Miriam to service her right foot.  “That will free my hands to…” and as the Yellow Dragon slithered, he demonstrated, placing one thumb close above his own flesh and the other on her wrist, gently drawing her hand to his mouth to kiss her palm sweetly, releasing her hand and moving his own hand toward her right breast.  “Big George!  My boy!” He growled around his kisses.  “If you hadn’t put it together yet, this experience is all about extreme stimulation for our goddess.  It’s impossible to overwhelm a succubus, but conversely, it’s almost impossible to make them feel fully stimulated.  It’s the one challenge I—I never seem to grow weary of attempting, no matter how many centuries roll slowly past.  So don’t be lazy!  Attend to your Queen!”

“Yes, m’Lord, of course—but—ungh—how else?”

“You have two hands and a mouth, son.  Use them!  She still has one neglected nipple and along with her feet and her erogenous zones, she likes to have her hands kissed and stroked!  So attend to her other one!”

Below them, between them, cocooned within them all, Channah shuddered with the rare intensity of what she was experiencing, as Miriam and Rivqah exchanged a look that was at once pleased—for their Mistress—and envious. 

“Tiferet, dear,” Rivqah sighed.  “I don’t know how you can stand your work!  Always seeing, being exposed to… possibilities, without getting to play.”

“Don’t pity me, Your Grace,” she scoffed at the thought.  “I’ve learned to enjoy the anticipation.  And I’ve learned a lot… so many ideas to practice with my own lovers and thralls….”

“Well, I don’t have your patience,” Rivqah shook her head sadly.  “I want a way to play right now, but our Mistress—happily—is enjoying every unlocked toy in the room, and even the complete focus of the ones who are locked!”

“Well, as an observer,” Tiferet mused drolly, “I count at least one, two, three, and four accessible holes….”

Rivqah and Miriam exchanged a quick, almost embarrassed look.  “We hadn’t thought of that…. even more than other succubae, Her Majesty likes to play as a female,” Miriam admitted.

“And it is definitely the best way to play,” Rivqah agreed.

“But when in Rome…”

Rivqah snorted.  “I’m not sure that’s actually an apt analogy my dear, but I take your point.”  Crawling up behind Húanglóng, she pressed herself against his broad, powerful, chubby back and moaned:  “Your Majessssttttyyyy… could we—could I—play with you, too?  It’s been soooo loooong since you’ve touched me, and I’ve never—”

Húanglóng grunted.  “As tempting as you are my dear, that must be for another time.  This is a gift for my wife, and the way she’s reacting…” he shivered.  “I’m completely focused on her and wouldn’t want it any other way.  Not just at this second.  Go fuck a cuck, but if and only if you can do so without distracting them from their proper attentions.”

“Yes, thank you, Your Majesty,” she answered.  Slumping in half-real, half-mock disappointment, Rivqah pouted to Miriam and Tiferet, who tried without success to keep from sniggering.  “Well, I at least want to try someone new!” she cried, pouncing on Chastity.

“No fair!  We’ve both had Penny before!  She’s used,” Miriam sulked, continuing Rivqah’s game.

Húanglóng roared with laughter.  “Cucks are made to be used.  If you’re suggesting my wife hasn’t used the other one yet, she doesn’t just need us, she needs a doctor!”  Even Channah couldn’t help laughing at that, it coming out as a gagging, half-drowning sound that caused George to shiver in surprise.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Miriam whined.  “I’ll take the copperhead.  Again.”  Dipping her fingers in the jar of olive oil, she passed it to Rivqah, who in turn took a share and passed it back to Esmeray as the two succubae took advantage of their Queen’s two housegifts.  “Remember, little tightass,” Miriam murmured into Penny’s ear, enjoying every part of intimacy, “try to loosen your body to match your mouth,” feeling the girl shudder as she entered her, reaching around front of her to hold her tight and taking a surprised breath, remembering how much she had changed since the last time she had hands on the girl.  “I forgot… you have big soft beautiful boobies now!  You ARE kind-of-like new!” she gushed enthusiastically.  “That’s the way, little girl.  Keep it firmly in your mind to be a Pleaser not a Princess today.  Please me, and at the same time, don’t you dare break your concentration on my Mistress because if I have to pull out and sit this scene out, I’m going to beat you like a rented mule the rest of the day!”

“And that goes double for you, bimbo!” Rivqah cried, slapping Chastity’s hips and then her breasts, hard, for emphasis, before snuggling up to her in unconscious imitation of Miriam, spooning their kneeling lover girls and cradling them up front even as they pierced them behind.

Penny felt strangely calm:  Calmer than she had ever felt before in her life, with a sense of peace and a sense of purpose that dovetailed perfectly. 

The Dragon King’s secret power was ultimately his reasonableness, Penny reflected.  Like Channah, he had shown himself to be smarter and more knowledgeable than Penny.  For a girl like her, who viewed and understood the world through her sense of reason—a smart girl of reason, whose reason usually concluded, with ironclad evidence, that she understood things better than the impulsive, emotional, superstitious fools around her—it was unsettling to confront a greater intelligence, like being punched in the solar plexus and winded, suddenly deprived of the thing she normally took for granted to such an extent, the notion of being without it was shocking and alarming.

Even Penny, as close as she knelt to the Dragon King even now, their knees braced against one another, skin to skin; their arms brushing one another as Penny delicately and lovingly cradled her goddess’s foot, musing on how blessed she felt to be the caretaker of such a sacred and precious part of her Domina.  A part, she admitted to herself with a flash of embarrassment, that was one of her very favorite parts.  Which, in turn, she blushed thinking how weird that sounded.  Or, if she was more honest, that it actually was a little weird…. No! She didn’t fucking care, she thought daringly.  If other people looked down on her, didn’t she already look down on herself?  So what if others confirmed it?  Was this not where she wanted to be?  Didn’t it feel right, like she was exactly where she deserved (and wanted) to be?  The smell of her goddess was so subtle here, so intimate, as soft as the pads on her toes and the balls of her feet and her heels… and warm.  Her Domina was so warm and alive and beautiful and—had she lost her train of thought?  She shook her head infinitesimally and remembered:  The Dragon. 

The Dragon King.  He was doing… something to her.  Her reason told her this; and the laughing succubae around them had implied as much.  But whatever he was doing… Penny knew he wasn’t incorrect:  wanting to be a man… wishing she could possibly someday manage to be any bit of a man… if she really imagined it was possible, that would make it a rebellion, and she was lucky the Dragon King hadn’t punished her as harshly as rebellion deserved!  Truly the Dragon King was merciful and… almost obliging in a roundabout way.  Nice, she decided.  A kind and tolerant man, who showed even Penny a kind of respect everyone around her in her life had made it clear to her she didn’t deserve.  And she definitely didn’t want to rebel—not against him, certainly not against her Domina! 

Avoiding rebellion was something she could only claim as a success and a credit to her if she knew and accepted she could never be a man, if she knew, in fact, she was a girl. But giving up forever—wasn’t that just as damning to her as allowing the demons to sodomize and debauch her in the first place?  Only if she could accept that the weakness and the failure were hers and hers alone, and therefore confirm that her Domina’s desire for her to be the girl she was meant to be was true to her and for her, could she show her true commitment and devotion to her Domina.  And the thing was… she believed her Domina, in that and really almost everything.  Definitely everything that mattered.  Penny knew in her heart she could not be the man she wanted to be, or even a boy.  Unlike Chastity, who knew she was a girl because of her own desire to be one, Penny knew she was a girl because she was utterly incapable of being a man—she lacked the cock, the balls, the stamina, the strength, the feral nature, even the urges and desires of a man, responding only when she was treated and pleasured like a woman. 

And the truth of the matter, she knew, was that she wanted to honor and obey and comply with her Domina’s commands, to live according to her Domina’s rule; even if she could have been a man… would she have dared, or wanted, to pursue her own desires rather than her Domina’s?  Her amazing Domina had decided she ought to be a girl; shouldn’t that be enough?  She was caged and allowed only to worship her Domina’s foot because that was what gave her Domina pleasure.  Penny’s true pleasure came from serving hers.  She knew, because she couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere other than where she was now, helping her goddess, serving her goddess, worshipping her goddess in the only, tiny, tertiary way she was capable, given her physical and mental disabilities and limitations. 

As wrong as she knew her love was for a demoness, it was there; and it was love, and God was love.  And there could be no doubt her demoness was in some way, indeed in most ways, everything but religion, more and greater than Penny herself—more important, more significant, longer-lived, outsized in influence, more powerful… and, God in Heaven forgive her, her goddess knew her, intimately and directly and more deeply, so much so it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other one began sometimes.  To be allowed so close to her, given so much of her attention… Penny’s shoulders slumped as it all came together for her, partly in defeat, but mainly in the calm and restful acceptance that she was meant to yield to her amazing goddess.  To stroke her sensuous soles, to suck on her big round soft toes, to press her fingertips and thumbtips into the pudgy, delicate, perfectly-shaped ball and heel of her foot… to know that her goddess was feeling and experiencing her servant’s touch, even when it was just a tiny part of what she felt, a tiny fraction of the significance of her other lovers, her real lovers….  Penny was simply not her Domina’s equal, and therefore could not possibly be her ‘lover’; it would be like an ant proposing partnership with a whale.  Or an aardvark, a part of her whispered.  But no matter what analogy one might fashion, she could never be the kind of equal her goddess needed.  She could only, at best, be a pet:  a domesticated animal kept by her goddess and allowed to provide her with some narrow part of what she needed.  Attending to her feet, goddess, what an honor…. Fetching her slippers, perhaps, if Penny were her actual dog…

Whatever the Dragon King was doing to Penny today, at this very instant, Penny realized, it was supportive.  Because normally, when Penny hit one of those rare moments where she had to ask if her reason and wit and perception were wrong, it inspired panic and fear.  The Dragon King had peeled back the scales from her eyes, and done it so gently, holding Penny tenderly in his hands… or, Penny blushed at the thought, in his gorgeous feet—yes, why not? She thought defiantly to herself… it was more accurate, anyway!  Clearly she had a little thing for his feet, too….

But however embarrassing that was, or unmanly, or should be—none of it mattered at all.  She tried to let go of all the aspirations and anxieties and failures, the focus on thing she was not and could not be, in favor of focusing on the thing she actually was, and could be, and even, could do really well, probably a lot better than someone like Roger who lacked the reverence Penny felt for her goddess Channah…..  So Penny breathed peacefully, worshiped genuinely, and obeyed rightly, putting everything above her station out of mind.  Even the Bible exhorted believers to help and to serve others; and the Dragon King, like the Succubus Queen before him, had shown Penance a new level of service, a new height in her genuine and real urge to help and to serve and to care for others.  She could easily imagine a life of service to her Domina and her First Husband, how fulfilling it would be, and how grateful it would make her feel, and that was all she imagined as she inhaled and kissed her Domina’s feet with even deeper passion and connection than before.

Miriam’s insistence behind her, entering her, taking her, holding her so tightly, touching her sensitive breasts… her transformation into a girl had awakened in her feelings and desires that were not so different from those she had experienced as a boy, but instead added to them, even multiplied them.  How could she object to a transformation that made more of her body into a playground and a means of deep connection to others?  Miriam’s fingertips, rolling Penny’s nipples while her palms hugged Penance’s breasts… before today, before now, she couldn’t even have imagined how good it would feel to be loved in your root and in your heart and even in your head—where Miriam’s kisses, on the back of Penny’s neck, were giving her goosebumps—all at once! 

“You could never be a distraction, Mistress Miriam,” she heard herself moaning out loud.  “You just make me feel more loved by my Domina who I’m so lucky to be allowed to worship at all…”

“Aww… that’s sweet!” Miriam sounded surprised, but certainly pleased.

“I want you to sweet-talk me!” Rivqah pinched Chastity’s nipples on the other side of Channah.

“I’m sorry, Mistress Rivqah,” Chastity gasped around Channah’s right foot.  “I know I don’t have Penny’s sweet words, but I promise you—and our Domina—that I feel the same way.  I swear it!”

Rivqah’s face softened.  “Well, that is nice,” she conceded.

“And it’s true!” Chastity insisted.

“Of course we feel this way, Mistress Rivqah!” Penny moaned.  “You both are so smart and beautiful and passionate, and loyal to our Domina.  And our Domina…” Penny sighed.  “She—I just—there aren’t the words to say how amazing she is for us, how much we need her.  How connected we are to her—”

“Yes, Penny!” Chastity cried.

“Even though we’re just nothing—”

“We’re so grateful!” Chastity gushed

“Of course we are!  So in love….” Penance purred, rubbing her cheek on the outer edge of her Domina’s foot, then kissing it softly but deeply in the tender arch, feeling so close to Channah precisely because she knew how insignificant Penny was, and therefore how inclusive and secure her goddess’s love was and must be to have embraced her.  “And we are so grateful to the Dragon King for showing us how special our opportunity to serve our goddess, our Domina, and her First Husband, truly are.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Chastity agreed, neither knowing nor caring if the Dragon King responded because she meant it so completely and her sense of connection and participation was so total.

Rivqah bit her lip, imperfectly preventing herself from laughing, a sound Penny heard echoed behind her.  Meeting her eyes, Rivqah explained:  “You girls are perfect for succubae, you’ve got it so bad….”

“I know,” Penance sighed blissfully.  “Of course Domina was right, we were made for her… made to serve her and her First Husband and Handmaids and—”

“Everyone in her Court,” Chastity agreed, finishing Penance’s thought.  “I feel—everything is perfect,” Chastity smiled beatifically, planting a sweet, gentle kiss on Channah’s pinkie toe, trying to communicate and to feel, with that one touch, all the love she felt.

“Everything except—” Penny started, and then stopped, her voice crestfallen.  “I’m sorry.  I’m so greedy.”

“I want to hear it,” Miriam suggested, nibbling on the back of Penny’s neck and making her shiver.  “Tell me… it’s okay.  Your love for your Domina is undoubted….”

“My penis,” she whispered.  “I mean—my clitty.  It hurts so bad and—and I want—”

“We’re so horny!” Chastity blurted out, finishing Penny’s thought.

All the demons laughed, even Channah, even George, who offered:  “I guess it does kind of suck to be you two.”

“You can’t make her laugh,” Rivqah laughed at George.  “Do you have any idea how hard it is to breathe when you’re doing what she’s doing?  It takes perfect timing!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” George apologized, genuinely.  “Should I—”

“You should shut up and stay in your rhythm so she can breathe and we can all hear more of this arousing talk from our two little philosophers here,” Rivqah suggested good-naturedly.  “And while I can only agree it would suck to be either of these losers, I feel compelled to point out:  it’s not our fault!  This is not our doing!  These girls’ existence sucked before we ever came along.”

“I know that now,” Penance sighed wistfully.  “I know that’s true.  I’m—the Dragon King has helped me see how, you know…”

“Worthless?”  Chastity suggested.

“Yes, worthless!” Penance agreed.  “That’s exactly it!  How nothing we were before she came into our lives and let us finally mean something, even if it’s a tiny something, by being part of her life!”

“Aw….” Rivqah agreed, sharing a devilish look with Miriam, even as the Dragon King shook with silent laughter of his own.

“I’m sorry,” Penny apologized, noticing.  “I didn’t mean to disrupt you, I know we should all be concentrating on our Domina—”

“We should, but the dirty talk coming out of your filthy, shame-ridden mouth is so hot you need to keep it up!”  Rivqah encouraged them.

“It’s true,” Miriam murmured around Penny’s ear, her breath hot and wet and ticklish even as the steady motion of her hips was like the ocean lulling Penny’s little boat to a peaceful sleep. 

“Actually,” Rivqah commanded, “hush now—it’s time!”  And at the exact same moment, Miriam and Húanglóng both gasped:  “She’s ready!”

Penny opened her mouth to ask what they meant but fell silent at Rivqah’s narrowed warning eyes, accepting her place and sinking back completely into her dream about Channah’s perfect feet, even as she felt the pressure on her female sex organ getting harder and more insistent, commanding her attention and somehow communicating to her exactly what the demons were talking about.  She realized all of the demons and half-demons around them, and therefore she and Chastity—rocked by their partners the same way their Domina was being rocked by her First Husband—were suddenly moving in synch with Him and with one another, their tempo and force both slowly gaining.  She could see it, the way Rivqah’s and even Húanglóng’s eyes started to lose their focus on the world around them to gaze upon whatever they saw inside themselves, or whatever shared vision bound them together in their uncannily coordinated experience.

For a moment Penny saw herself from outside, or felt she was outside, until she felt her body, which was connected to theirs, and snapped back fully into it.  Penny realized the demons were bringing her with them—or maybe that she and Chastity were keeping up with the demons—that all of them were together, united in a profound way, by purpose and feeling and thought and awareness, all at once, all feeling what they needed to feel to be brought together in this way, nearly as close as Penance felt to her Domina by touching and breathing her in.

“For you, my love,” Húanglóng pledged.

“For you, Older Sister!” Rivqah and Miriam promised.

“Your Grace!” George shouted.

“Oh, oh, all for you, Domina!” Penance and Chastity swore, their own voices sounding weak and effeminate and less-convincing even to themselves, but knowing they were adding to the best of their limited abilities.

And suddenly everyone was writhing and yelling and shivering and yowling and especially, cursing and swearing.  A single explosion was tearing all of them back apart into wiggling wet solitary things, thrown deeply back into themselves with the shared secret of what they had seen and been together.

For seconds or minutes that stretched to the horizon of time, they all shook and wept and cried, unwilling to be done and absolutely unwilling to let go of the sensations and spiritual electricity that had crackled through them all.

Penny was almost done when Miriam suddenly and unexpectedly pulled out of her and pulled her down onto her back, barking:  “Get close to your Domina!  Wiggle right up to her side, but facing in the opposite direction!”  She felt like it was unfair and unreasonable that her bliss had been interrupted until she understood the bigger picture, remembering that she was just a supporting player in this drama no matter how important it felt, or it made her feel.  And more to the point, remembering that this particular experience was for Her, Penny’s Domina; and so of course, since all of them were sharing the same timeline, Penny had to move into her next position before Penny was ready, so that her Domina could move when the time was exactly and precisely right.

“We’re going to lift her off Jacob and onto the cuck,” Húanglóng explained to George.  “Hold her shoulders 1… 2… 3!”  And they raised her and plopped her down onto Penny, her whole back and buttocks wet and intense and oppressive with her sweat, perhaps mingled with that of Jacob.  Chastity was pushed to kneel between her legs so the two girls were close enough together they could have kissed one another.  But their duty—to their Domina—was kind of obvious, even to them, even before Miriam and Rivqah spelled it out:

“Bring her down, girls.  Worship her and pleasure her gently, for as long as wants to rest.  Don’t make a mess and don’t stop, no matter what, until she tells you she’s done!”  No one had to spell out the details any further than they already had.  Both girls were simultaneously post-orgasmic and frustrated beyond reason, in the exquisitely tortured place that they already knew awaited them after the womanly orgasms that were all they had been permitted.  Their ruined prostate orgasms were at once a terrible promise and a terrible denial to their caged and ever-hopeful bodies, all at once.  But satisfied or not, they were unanchored and floating and electric with the confused, mixed energies that resulted.  They were both still outside themselves and not quite back to reality, as they began assiduously worshiping their goddess-Queen.  The Dragon King calmly rested his hand on the back of Chastity’s head, emphasizing that it was the Dragon King’s mess Chastity was expected to clean and the Dragon King’s bliss Chastity had the honor of soothing Channah from.  For Penny, it was being pressed between the soft divan and her Domina’s hot, wet, sticky body that communicated the truth to her, that whatever doubt there might be about whose sweat she felt and smelled on her Domina’s skin, there was none about whose seed was squeezing out of her Domina’s body:  that of Channah’s half-demon victim, who had been trapped beneath her just as Penny was now, as nameless and disregarded and secondary and put-upon as Penny herself.

“Such… good… girls…” Channah sighed softly, when she finally spoke, but still she didn’t stir, but lay, completely relaxed, her weight moderately compressing Penny’s lungs and breath in a way that would not let her forget she was trapped under and thus passively commanded by her Domina; even as the dripping mess she was soothing with her mouth would not let her forget what contempt and disregard she was held in and thought of by the demons.

And even with all this, even being so low, she felt so right.  Being reduced to nothing like this, a continuation and indeed the natural culmination of having been used and pushed lower and lower for the pleasure of her goddess….  The result, and therefore the treatment, were right because they fit.  All the world was as it ought to be when Penny was being degraded under her goddess.

Releasing her ego and accepting this lifted such a weight off Penny’s shoulders, the weight of a lifetime of lying to herself and not knowing who she was and refusing to face her true destiny was wiped away, allowing Penny’s spine to straighten and her body live.  Because her true destiny was right here after all, just like this, being shattered and reduced and lessened in exactly this way, to exactly this existence defined by her service to Channah.  “I feel so peaceful…” she sighed, freed like a bird by the novelty of being so honest and true to herself, a self she had not even understood before now.  “So good….”  And then, even as her Domina laughed softly at her, she confessed:  “This is exactly right.  Where and how I belong.  I belong to you, Domina!”

And they both knew she completely meant it.  Because they both knew it was completely true.

Literature Section “07-36[X] Honeymoon Hivemind Clusterf***”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 36 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 8214 words::Explicit 8434 words—Accompanying Images:  2187-2196—Published 2025-08-27—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, stupid choices, evil, harm, danger, death, mythical creatures, idiots, and criminals. Don’t try, believe, or imitate them or any of it.