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2079 07-21 The Food Chain (Dominance Hierarchy) in Hell
2080 07-21 Hell’s Sweethearts

2081 07-21 Channah’s wedding gift for her girl Chastity’s bedside
2082 07-21 Channah’s wedding gift for her girl Penance’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.

1898 06-113 I trust you
1899 06-113 You DO know how this ends, don’t you, my little fuckpig?
1900 06-113 Wait–you would never…?!
1901 06-113 The Shredding of Hell
1902 06-113 Evaporation of a thousand fallen angels

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PREVIOUSLY:  As Channah and Penny grow close, and Kadidia toys with Chastity, Channah has humiliatingly forced the girls to confess that they both know Chastity loves her friend Penny in a way Penny does not reciprocate.  Now Channah cajoles Penny into trying to enjoy giving herself to Chastity, knowing she will cross a moral line and a personal boundary in service to Channah.  NOW:

“And for your first boy, Penny, Chas is my gift to you.

“And you love Chas, too, don’t you?”

“Yes!  Yes!”  Penny nodded frantically, back on solid ground.  “I do!’

Of course, Channah insisted on twisting the knife and cutting to the nerve, viciously leering:  “But not the way she loves you, do you, sweetie?”

And when she hesitated, Chas caterwauled:  “Just say it, Penny!”  She, too, was bawling, tears streaming down her face.  “She’s not going to let you—just say it and get it over with!  I know.  Do you think I don’t know?  That’s—why I tried to lie—”

Penny made a croaking sound:  “I’m sorry, Chas.  Not in that way.  But for real, for real, I love you as my friend!  As a sister!”

Chas bawled even harder, sobbing:  “I’m SORRY…. I—I didn’t plan to!  Ever!  But that hurts even more than I could have imagined!”

And now Penny was apologizing back to Chas.  Channah met Kadidia’s syes, the same fire shooting between them that all the succubae—and judging by the noise, all the devils and demons below, too—were feeling as they gobbled up the scene of pathos in front of them.

“But Penny, now you have a way to show Chas how much you love her.  You can let her become a girl.  You became a girl because you are one, a very traditional girl born for the bottom, with everybody.  All you had to do was admit it, and see it for yourself.  But Chas is both, a boy and a girl.  The only way he can become a girl is if you can accept him as a girl in spirit, while he’s physically a boy in every way.  You want to do that for Chas, don’t you, honey?”

Penny, crying even as Channah’s hand moved faster and faster on her penis, nodded. 

“In fact… you’ve wanted it, too… even though you know it’s wrong.  Even though you know boys are not for you.  Because you miss how close you girls can be to one another emotionally.  Even though you know it’s a sin and would have sent you straight to hell… if you weren’t there already.”

The coven members spontaneously applauded and whistled at this, like some caricature of a Greek chorus, or as if cheering for Hell’s team at a home football game.

“YES!”  roared Judah, raising his fists.

“Go, Channah!” squealed Rivqah and Miryam, jumping up and down. 

“Another degenerate bites the dust,” Kadidia directed her narration, and her cruel grin, with particularity at Chastity, who shrank slightly.

Channah, merriment in her eyes, continued:  “You feel an urge to play with boys who like you, boys like Chastity was, even though you know it’s wrong and you know it’s not for you.  Don’t you?  JUST so they like you?  JUST so you can please them, DON’T you?  TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

“I don’t know, Domina!”  Penny howled, and Channah knew she spoke absolutely the truth from the pain in her voice.  “I don’t know…” she wept quietly.  “If you say so—I just don’t—I know you know me better than I do….  I do like to please people…” and then in a broken whisper:  “So it must be true….”

Channah felt a burst of heat that made her gasp, conscious of Kadidia’s sharp look, but determined to ignore it and act as if she was operating with all the passion of a waterwheel.  “Then trust me, and tell me what you know I know!”

“It’s true, Domina.  It’s true!  I do love Chas, and I—I have longed to—to be close—”

“Really?”  Chas asked in a dazed, amazed little squeaky voice, which Channah completely drowned out with her own roar: 

“To WHAT?!”

“To SIN with her—” Penny shook her head, as snotty and tearstained as Chas, both of them blubbering like, well, little girls, stripped and humbled to their cores by Channah in the heteraslakos.

“So what I want you to do, baby, is only for you to do exactly what you’ve secretly been wanting all along.  First with Chas, then with others.  Give yourself to Chas, as freely and honestly as you have given yourself to me.  Will you do that baby?  For me?  For you?!  I want you to not just allow Chas to take you, but to enjoy it, even though it won’t be sexual for you.  Let Chas and the rest of us help you realize your potential to enjoy yourself with pure, Platonic love for her, for the sake of servicing her, for the sake of serving me, with someone you love, innocently and truly.  Can you do that for me?”

Penny nodded again through her tears. 

“And… is a little part of you excited about it?  A little part that’s missed Chas all this time?”

Penny nodded, crying.

“Then say it!”

“I—I want—”

“SAY IT!”

“I want you, Chastity!  Please, I miss being close to you, and I want you to be able to be a girl like me.  And… I want to be a girl for you, the girl you want,” Penny blubbered and wailed.

“Penny!”  Chastity managed poignantly, before her noises devolved into unintelligible squalling. 

“And now, Penance, I want you to prove to Chastity, and the Coven, and your qahramanah, and everyone else, and most of all yourself, how the idea excites you, how much you care, and how hard you’ll try, and what a passionate little girl you are, so that none of them—and most of all, not you—will ever believe again you’re the safe, straitlaced little prude you pretend!  That’s why I’m touching you so sweetly, so quickly—to give you another big-boy chance to show us what a big man you are by having a real, masculine, macho release instead of a squealy little-girl moment.  So show us!  Show us what a man you can be!  Last chance!  Right—right—NOWWWWWW!!!!!”  Channah shrieked, a long, drawn out, cry fading into softness as she murmured:  “Oh you’re such a good passive girl, Penny, I looove you so much baby.”

With a squawking, squalling, mewling noise more pitiful and worse than any noise she’d ever wanted to make in her whole life, the thing she had feared the most, happened again.

“Oh, look at that precious face!”  Channah managed over her laughter and through her own humming high.  “How was that sweetie?  That didn’t look like a man, and I bet it didn’t feel like a man either, did it?  And here I gave you every chance!  I was right, wasn’t I?  Wasn’t I, sissy?!”

“NOOOOOO!!!!!  YES, DOMINA!”   Penny agonized.  “It was HORRIBLE again!”  and as she sobbed and wiggled and shuddered with the misery of her plight, the succubae and even the red devils below dissolved in harder laughter.

“UUNNGGHH!!!”  Channah’s voice gurgled and bubbled at the very bottom of her range, a sound that even managed to penetrate Penny’s overloaded consciousness it was so much deeper than any female’s voice ever should be, as Channah shocked herself by peaking again.  Halfway through it, her voice broke, being hoarse for a second before she screamed at her highest pitch, shocked and overcome, grabbing Penny and holding her as tightly as she possibly could, while Channah just froze, fearing her own heart, such as it was, might stop.

Her eyes widened even further as they refocused, drawn by the extreme and tortured noises coming from below, watching in disbelief past Penny as all the devils started moving—too fast for the verb—they started vibrating, back and forth, and at a frantic pace, like guitar strings, turning into blurs below.  And then some of them—many of them—simply exploded, like rotten tomatoes hurled and smashing and smearing against the desert and their fellows’ bodies, making the desert sand even redder, leaving only gristle and guts and bits of bone like a grisly soup spattered on and all around the survivors.  One rogue bit was even propelled all the way up to hit Channah in the face, an inch from her mouth, which she licked and sucked up instantly, almost before Penny had seen it, definitely before Penny could process its existence or nature.

THAT, Channah knew now, is what had been wrong earlier:  the wetness, the slickness—it was a fucking desert!

At the end, she had pulled Penny so hard, that she left bruises on Penny’s thighs.  Not that Penny could possibly have noticed it in the maelstrom of her own fiery, punishing exertions; or thought about much else than her own feelings, drowning her like a tidal wave; feelings Channah could still feel shredding her psyche.

When she was done, Channah practically collapsed, noticing the surviving devils staggering and struggling to keep their balance below.  She only half-remembered the members of her                                            coven gently dragging and pulling her back, away from the ledge, and out of Kadidia’s way.

Kadidia, who’d just—barely—had the presence of mind when the devils had… lost their shit, or whatever the hell had happened down there!, to yank Chastity away from the edge and sling her on her back to the mattress near Esmeray before she could see anything the succubae couldn’t explain away. 

Judah operated the heavy locking mechanism that connected the length of metal Penny was hanging from, rigidly and reliably to the adjacent section; and then pulled the section of railing clockwise back, therefore swinging Penny back over the relative safety of the platform, before unlocking her anchor points and dropping her back down onto solid ground as Penny grunted with the impact and then softly sighed— —only to screech in panic in the very next moment as her oily, greased body, released from the anchor points, began sliding again down the very same trail of sticky-slippery stone that had launched her into space before.  Only if she went over this time, it would be without the benefit of any railing to hold her, or succubae to bind her to it!

Literature Section “06-113[X] Apocalyptogasm”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 113 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1674 words::Explicit 1898 words—Accompanying Images:  1898-1902—Published 2025-05-12—©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.

1836 06-99 Penny cannot believe the words coming out of her own mouth
1837 06-99 Penny begs for things she couldn’t have imagined

1838 06-99 Penny waits desperately for Domina’s decision
1839 06-99 I’ll do ANYTHING Domina

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PREVIOUSLY:  Penny, lying open below her Domina, begs Channah to take her.  NOW:

“Wow, girl,” Channah snickered, impressed with her girl’s begging, pulling a jar from her pocket, removing the stopper, and dripping olive oil all over herself.  With every single drop that landed on her, Penny jerked and writhed and moaned with the need to release bottled-up energy.  “I’m impressed with you!  I sensed there was a raw, live-wire slut inside you, buried beneath all the layers of propriety and manners and civilization….  There were times when even I doubted my instincts about you, you buried yourself so deeply, but I shouldn’t have.  I knew it!  Didn’t I?  And now you’re my whore.  My slut.  My wanton, wanton girl.”  And then she snapped:  “Aren’t you?!”

“Yes, yes, I’m—I’m your t- your, I mean, Jezebel!,” Penny started bawling, her cheeks on fire, shamed and humiliated beyond all measure and reason, abasing herself and professing her disgraceful deepest desires as she had never done before.  And the worst part of all of it was being afraid, as the words came out of her mouth, that they might all be true.  “I’m a—I’m such a hussy,” she sobbed.  “Why why why I don’t know!  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I’m such a nymphomaniac.  But I need you.”  She looked and sounded shocked again:  “But-but I think it actually may be—I’m feeling a funny kind of way—Oh, Domina!  I—I think I really do!  I need you, Master!  I need to feel you warming me up inside, right to my heart!  Please Domina, make me complete!  Oh, please, please pleeeeeease…!”

Channah, meanwhile, was rubbing the olive oil into her skin, enjoying the feeling.  “Where—where do you want me to touch you?” she demanded, panting almost as heavily as her slave.  

“Where—where you did before,” Penny squeaked, hardly able to stand the sound of the words coming from her own mouth.  “Anywhere, Domina, anywhere you want, you know best!”  And she started moving her own hands lower. 

“Hunh-unh!”  Channah snapped, dropping an oily hand to slap Penny’s to one side.  “You had your chance, Ms. Modesty.  No more!  No hands!  You made your decision—keep your hands on your nipples, girlie!”

“I’m sorry, Domina, I was stupid!  Please, please let me change my mind, Domina!  Oh lord, please—I need—Please?!  You’ve got to—”

“ ‘Got’ to?  Are you trying to tell me what to do, bitch?”  Channah asked dangerously, raising her open palm as if she were going to slap Penny hard.  Penny moued, and her knees jerked as if she were fighting every instinct she had to keep them apart, but hold them apart she did, cringing while she did so.

“No—no of course not, I’m sorry, Domina,”

“No, ma’am, I thought not.” Channah shook her head, smirking commandingly, her voice at once much quieter than Penny’s, and much more authoritative.  “Good girl.  Try again. Do you command?”

“No, Domina, I—” and she realized she knew the answer already.  Channah had already told her.  “I beg, that’s all I can do, Domina!  I beg of you, please take charge of me!  I want it more than anything.  More than anything I’ve ever wanted!”  And in that moment, she was so deep in subspace, under Channah’s spell, that she believed it well enough to be true.  Penny whimpered and cried brokenly.  “Do what—what Roger did to you, Domina.”  She realized, with shock, that it was absolutely true, mortified to consider what it looked like, what it sounded like, and that for some reason she still wanted to be treated the same way.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Mistress.  I want to be your baby-doll.”

Backing the rest of the way back so Penny’s feet weren’t under her knees anymore, and shaking out the rest of the bottle carelessly all over Penny, Channah shook her head.  “No. Not today… today I want it to be so personal.”

“Personal?”  Penny gasped.  Not understanding yet.

Channah laughed, a low, guttural sound.  “I’ll show you.”

Channah took hold of Penny.  “Please do!  Please show me!  Oh please do!”  Penny hyperventilated, as Channah dropped to her knees.

Penny flipflopped instinctively, panic piling back into her eyes as the reality of what was about to happen hit home, and wailed in a combination of need and fear.  “Oh please be gentle with me, Domina!”

Penny’s squeal rose to a full-fledged wail as she felt Channah touch her.   “Oh my goodness—PLEASE!!!!!”

Channah wasn’t sure what Penny wanted at this point and she doubted Penny had any idea, either.  But in any event, it was way past the time Penny might have had any say in the matter.  She was Channah’s totally passive receptive girl now, her entire existence defined by, even given by, Channah; her whole identity shrunk to the obedient, desperate, aching flesh being touched by Channah, even as she flooded Penny with another blast of the magical-sexual lightning that was the unique gift of the succubae.

Literature Section “06-99[X] Channah Knows How to Stretch a Penny”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 99 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 827 words::Explicit 1183 words—Accompanying Images:  1835-1838—Published 2025-05-24—©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.