Tag: polyamory

2014 07-08 Channah muses on all the ways she can make the girls regret their frivolity…
2015 07-08 I am SO going to make you bitches regret this
2016 07-08 If you flirts are looking for attention… you’ve gotten mine

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PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath.  NOW:

“Ohhh, yesss,” Channah hissed with pleasure, sniggering as Penny jumped with surprise to feel her Castile soap dripping right down the line of her cleft, as Channah’s hands moved higher on Penny, getting soapier and slipperier as they moved over her sensitive places, all the little crevices and mounds around the spot her legs came together.  Timing her actions carefully, Channah let her fingers dance around until the moment was near, and then plunged in as she used the twister.

Suddenly Penny screeched in alarm:  “Domina I’m going to—” and then she squealed, as high and urgently as a piglet, as she jumped and jerked.

Channah couldn’t help herself:  She burst out laughing, then laughed even harder when Penny half-rolled over and started apologizing, her face as scarlet as a bloody flag.  “You didn’t even realize that was about to happen, did you, Princess?  Lillith and Cain you’re eighteen!  But you do respond, don’t you?  Oh my, you’re even redder,” she waved to signal her inability to speak for a minute, as the two humiliated girls stared at her.  When she could finally continue, she panted:  “I want to be mad at you two, and I will be, and I assure you, I will punish you for spoiling my plans, but you’re both hopeless.  Hopeless!”  She gestured at Penny again and said:  “Go on!  You know what to do!  Proper girls don’t make messes everywhere!”

Looking horrified, Penny hesitated.

Forcing herself to be serious for a moment, Channah slapped Penny, feeling her own arousal bubble up.  “Here.”  She slid her fingers over Chastity and—stilling Penny with a look as she raised her hand again—rubbed it all over her, watching the combination of sheer terror and surreptitious, guilty excitement spread over her face, reflecting her immediate understanding.  “That’s only fair.”  Sploshing around to Chastity’s side again, she commanded:  “Let’s teach you girls a new position.  Chastity, wiggle your bottom down to the very edge of the rock so there’s not even anywhere for you to rest your feet.  Go on, lift them in the air, you little pansy.  That’s a girl.  And Penny, crawl over here and turn around with your knees at the other end of the rock so you’re each facing one another’s beautiful new body parts.  And Penance Batonnoir, if you hesitate one second with your falsle modesty, I’ll make the second day of your honeymoon a misery I promise you!”  

She snorted with satisfaction and amusement as they fell on one another, quickly focused enough on what each of them was doing and feeling, they hardly noticed her climbing out of the pool to collect their chakra cages.  Moments later, when she returned, Chastity was moaning and Penny was shivering, her body and her closed eyes betraying the passion she was too shy to express out loud.  “Mm… that’s hot!” she assured them both, resting her elbows on the side of the rock by their side and enjoying herself for a few minutes.  “You’re much more sensitive there than you used to be, aren’t you, darlings?  That’s what it’s like to be a woman.  Now let’s put Penny where she belongs—on her back.  Start by switching positions.”

She enjoyed the wariness in their expressions, loving that she had the capacity to cause them both concern and arousal at the very same time, reflecting their clear understanding of her power over them, of her willingness to push them beyond their comfort zones, and of her wicked capriciousness.  “Now crawl forward, Chastity, so each of you can help the other undo what Penny did.  Mouths only!  Don’t be shy!  Not that Chastity will be,” she laughed at the back of her throat, watching Chastity practically attack her sister, something she had obviously been dying to do for ever and ever.  Channah knew her girls, and knew it was Penny who would need her encouragement.  So she gave it, stroking Penny’s hair with her left hand and snaking her right hand around the back of her thigh.  “Go on, girl, you need to clean it all.  I’m not going to let her move until you’re done.”

It didn’t take long for both girls to become lost in their work, each of them encouraging the other to float farther away from the world of accountability and causation to the floating world where only they existed.  Incredibly, she saw both of them reacting again, helpless enough before their own hormones, reinforced and leveraged by Channah’s roguish assistance.  Massaging both girls with her skilled, talented, experienced, and—oh, yes—magic hands, Channah made a subtle change to the energy flowing through them all, feeding the girls something different from what she usually sent them.  It was a subtlety she didn’t usually bother with, blending the pure arousal with a yearning to care for their partner, feeding on the girls’ real and close friendship; and spiked with something akin to a narcotic, cutting them loose from their senses and gentling their logical engines so they tapped deeper into their—particularly Penny’s—subconscious desires. “Oh, yes, I’m going to have to punish you two for being so easy but… I do like to watch, especially when I’ve trained my subs to perform new tricks.  And even more especially, when I love them.  If this is how you naughty girls want to spend our honeymoon, putting on adult performances for my pleasure, I’m fine with it.  But I will take my pleasure from you both, however I like,” she added, somewhere between a promise and a threat.  “What perfect little jawari you two are going to make,” she gushed.  “You have to be observant and attentive to be a good lover, girls.  Chastity, have you been paying attention today?”  She began, taking her time, and floating around to watch the top of Chas’s head moving, careful to keep her hands on them, one on each girl, the whole time.  The three of them together were enough to make a circuit, one current running through Chastity, then to Penny, and finally back into her; the other running the other way, the two together producing a raw and almost-but-not-quite distressing sensation that heightened the intensity of her pleasure.  “Ohhhh…. She groaned, allowing herself to enjoy the powerful sensation.  “Think, my rebellious little…” she laughed throatily, hitting on the perfect. Name to both diminish and sexualize Chastity, with just enough truth to make it hurt.  “… bimbo.  Think hard, sweetie!  Use your little noggin!  You can do it!  What does Penny like?  Wait—do you need a hint, silly girl?  What does she respond to, more than anything?  What is it she just can’t control herself when she experience—” Channah laughed to see it as Chas finally understood, running her fingers over Penny’s soapy hindquarters.  With a thought, Channah decided Penny’s twister should help her feel more every time a lover became intimate with her, shivering to hear Penny immediately start to moan.

Literature Section “07-08[X] Cleaning Up Penance’s Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 8 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1159 words::Explicit 1335 words—Accompanying Images:  2014-2016—Published 2025-07-08—©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.


2011 07-07 Actually, yes, I AM the “pool police”
2012 07-07 How does it ALWAYS end when you two misbehave?
2013 07-07 You think you two are too much for me to handle?  Really?

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PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah.  NOW:

Channah was severe, but still not entirely convincing as the stern mother figure when she started lecturing Chastity:  “Bad girl!  You sullied your sisterwife, and your supposedly bestest girlfriend!” 

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to!”  Chastity apologized, again whether to either or both of her companions was unclear. 

“You’re such a rebel!”  Channah tutted and huffed as best she could manage.  “Don’t imagine I’m going to forget this!  I’m going to have to start cleaning Penny all over again!”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I allowed you to become the woman you always wanted to be.  That was my gift to you!  And how have you repaid me?”

“It was a mistake—”

“In addition to making a mockery of your own, good Christian name,” (it was all Channah could do, not to bust a gut) “you’ve demonstrated pretty clearly you can’t be trusted without your chastity cage, haven’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I swear!”

“Answer me!   Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chastity confessed, her chin dropping in shame. 

“I mean, you can’t even take a bath without—!  The idea was for us to get clean so we could really play!  This is supposed to be my honeymoon, and we have to begin it by locking you up in chastity?!  I want you to think long and hard about how you can make it up to me, do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” she assured her.  “I will!  I promise!” 

“And to Penny, who’s going to have to clean up!”

“Yes, I’m sorry Penny—what?”

But Channah had already turned her attention to Penance, stroking her hair gently and asking her:  “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Domina,” she answered, red-faced.

“But a little embarrassed about what you did to Chastity?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded her agreement.

“Well, you can start making it up to her, and to me, right now.  Go on, clean her up.”

“Wha—?”

But Channah’s left hand, that had been stroking her hair, was now gently but firmly pressing her face down to Chas’s tummy.  “Go on sweetie,” she murmured, coaxing the girl, even as she turned her head and leaned down to see between them.  “Come on, don’t be shy!”

“But—but—”

She straightened back up, snorting impatiently and swatting Penny hard on her naked buttocks.  “This is something you’re going to be doing a lot of, darling, so stop dawdling.  Right.  Now!”  And she emphasized the point by taking hold of Penny and squeezing so hard she made Penny squeal in girlish protest.  At the same time, she kept her other hand on Penny’s head and neck, to hold her tightly in place and, in fact, push her down.  “You’re not going anywhere until she’s clean, young lady!”  To reinforce her seriousness, she opened her fingers for a moment, capturing all of Penny and wrenching violently until Penny’s screeching was muffled by her compliance.  “There you go, sweetheart,” Channah murmured, consoling and supportive the instant Penny started obeying.  Without changing position or even pausing, her hand transformed from stick to carrot, her fingers soothing Penny’s flesh even as her subtlest magic flowed into the girl even as, bending her head close to Penny’s, her warm breath flowed into her ear.  “I know you’re not used to it yet, sugarbear, but it will get easier.  Soon it will feel as natural to you as to any other woman.  Well, more so than most, to be honest, because you’ll have a lot more practice.”  The hand that had been holding her head down, stroked her hair again.  “Such a good girl.  Don’t miss her belly-button, sweetie.  Good girl!”

Moving around behind Penny, between Chastity’s legs, she heard Penny’s breath rise to a pant, her hips shifting unconsciously as she began to respond in earnest.  Pouring the soap in a line up the backs of Penny’s legs, Channah rubbed and scrubbed her calves, her knees, and her thighs, encouraging her to lift and straighten each of her legs a minute so she could soap her knees and shins, then gently and meticulously washing her feet as she sighed and twitched.

“Oh… you’re so ticklish, aren’t you, Honey Princess?”

Penny moaned her confession into Chastity’s stomach, then jerked and moued again as Channah briefly tickled the most sensitive centers of her soles.  “I’m going to remember that,” she laughed deep in her throat, then used both hands to deliver a sharp swat to both sides of Penny’s behind.  “Now get on up there and do what both of you girls have been waiting for… you do know what I’m talking about, don’t you Penny?” She laughed “I’m talking about putting your mouth on—I mean, even you, Princess, should know how to do that without my having to explain it,” she teased.  “It’s the most natural thing in the world.  I know you two have been dying to try it out on one another since the moment you transformed, haven’t you?” She demanded, pinching Chastity’s big toe and causing her yelp.  “Go on, beg her for it, you little rebel!”

“Please, Penny!”  Chastity whined, sounding surprised even to herself, but undoubtedly aroused.  “I want to feel your mouth on me!  Ah!” she cried, as—encouraged by Channah’s hands, one reaching up to push down between Penny’s shoulder blades, the other moving between Penny’s legs, Penny’s mouth and hands overcame a final, momentary hesitation and connected with Chastity.

Literature Section “07-07[X] Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 07 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 898 words::Explicit 1039 words—Accompanying Images:  2011-2013—Published 2025-07-07—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

2007 07-06 Let’s Get Wet
2008 07-06 Boots off, bitches

2009 07-06 This must be a happy family in paradise
2010 07-06 A Pastoral Fantasy

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PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah.  NOW:

Before they had even finished bathing, Channah had Chastity writhing helplessly on a flat rock in the center of the pool, like a fish out of water or a sacrifice on an altar.  With a final, devastating look, she said:  “Stay.  And don’t you dare, you know.”  Chastity made a strangled cry that caused Channah to shiver with pleasure as, still laughing, she turned to her second victim. 

Penny looked much more nervous than Chas, and much more nervous than she had when she first stepped into the water.  But Channah knew how to handle her:  with authority and strength.  She didn’t even try to direct Penny verbally.  She simply pulled her close, chiding her instead:  “Ap ap,” she shook her head.  “None of that.  You’re coming close to me for your bath, young lady.”  Sensing her embarrassment and feeling her excitement, Channah warned her:  “Deep breath!” and then pushed her head down under the water, holding her a beat or two longer than necessary to make her hyperaware of how much stronger Channah was, and how completely in charge she was.  Channah was pleased to feel that Penny had sunk below the water and was trying to stay there obediently, trying to be a good girl and cooperate rather than resist.  Pulling her up and spinning her ‘round, again like a puppet by moving her rather than by using words, Channah warned:  “Close your eyes sweetie so you don’t get any soap in them.”

Channah started by repeating her actions with Chastity, washing Penny’s hair, face, and arms, before folding her arms at the elbows and placing her hands at the back of her head. 

“Stay still, just like that a moment, honeypot, while I check on your girlfriend,” she instructed, before turning and lazily running her soapy fingers lightly up the insides of Chastity’s thighs and further, laughing with pleasure as the girl shivered and shook and whimpered.  “What a passionate girl you are,” she murmured.  “Now be still, be good, and just watch.” 

Turning back to Penny, and turning her around so Chastity, by raising her head and looking down between her legs, could see Penny’s face and breasts, Channah pressed up tightly against Penny’s back and bottom, making her gasp and whine, ooching her forward until she stood at the edge of the water between Chastity’s legs.  “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”  Channah cooed encouragingly, reaching under Penny’s arms to stroke her temples and then trailing her fingers her cheeks and neck and shoulders.  “With all that soap on her face, forcing her eyes closed and her mouth open to breathe?  Doesn’t she look hot?”

“Yes,” Chastity whimpered truthfully, as Penny moued indignantly. 

Channah took this as her cue to grab Penny firmly in front, watching Chastity’s eyes grow big as saucers, as she scolded Penny:  “Shush, my prudish little Princess.  Nobody’s talking to you, and nobody wants your opinion.  Besides… your face does look beautiful, whether you’re comfortable with the fact or not.  You look like you—”  She broke off as Penny moued again, an angry protest, spoiled by the sharp, breathy sound she made a second later as Channah played gently with her for both girls’ benefit.  Leaning down, she whispered into Penny’s ear:  “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!” she whimpered, nodding helplessly.

Channah nipped her ear before continuing, setting her chin against Penny’s hair and looking at Chastity again, even as she continued to caress Penny, softly and gently:  “We definitely need to clean these, don’t we, futa?  Do you know why?”

She shook her head and whimpered a negative sound.

“So we can enjoy how sweet they taste!”  Chastity groaned and Penny moaned, while their Master gleefully elaborated:  “I’m gonna get soap everywhere… make them slippery and… ooh!  What’s happening?”  She giggled, Penny’s bright red cheeks obvious. 

“Here,” she whispered again, into Penny’s other ear.  “I’m going to give you a boost to help you get up on this rock on your knees, okay honey?”

“Yes ma’am,” Penny agreed, sounding nervous.

“Get ready to jump, little bunny, on one…” she ran her soapy hands down Penny’s sides plunging into the water “two…” where they cupped the bottom of Penny’s cheeks.  “Three!  Jump!”

Penny rose up and Channah helped her settle down slowly onto the rock.  Then Channah slipped clockwise around Chastity’s foot and, from her position by Chastity’s hip, reached over Chastity’s leg to take Penny by the back of her head, pulling her downwards.  “Let’s take your weight off those knees, sweetie,” she suggested gently.  “That’s the way, lay your cheek down on Chastity’s tight tummy and… oh, my, your, you know, are really on top of, you know, aren’t they?”  Chastity made a long, agonized groan as Channh’s hand, pressing down hard between Penny’s shoulder blades, ended the younger girl’s instinctive attempt to rise back up off her friend.  Chastity started panting loudly, prompting Channah to warn her, trying to sound stern through her amusement—“Don’t you dare, Chastity Batonnoir!  She’s not even clean yet!”

But it was too late.  Crying out and apologizing—whether to Channah for disobeying, or to Penny for involving her, was unclear—“I’m sorry!  I’m—sosorry!!!” Channah held Penny’s chest down, continuing to fight Penny’s efforts to rise up on her knees again.  But she let Penny raise her head so she was out of the way.  Penny looked alarmed, like maybe she’d done something wrong, and it was all Channah could do not to laugh out loud.

Literature Section “07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 06 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 914 words::Explicit 1063 words—Accompanying Images:  2007-2010—Published 2025-07-06 (p.m.)—©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.


2003 07-05 Salamacis finds Aphrodite’s sons bathing in her lake
2004 07-06 What is happening to Aphrodite’s children?
2005 07-06 Aphrodite’s new daughters celebrate their transformation
2006 07-05 Salamacis, pleased with Aphrodite’s new daughters

PREVIOUSLY:  For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by the succubae and their human operatives, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love.  Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for, introducing them to her private mountain vale.  NOW:

Beyond the hot bath, the forest stream, and the washing-pool was a breathtaking vista, revealed between the high greyish-black cliffs to their left and the forest canopy to their right.  Channah’s vale ended in a low rise of rock, its lowest point the drain and surface level of the bathing pool.  Beyond it were a line of jagged mountain peaks; and, as they got closer, opening out below before the distant peaks, a deep and wide valley thousands of feet below them.

“Remember how everything in the vale looks,” Channah cautioned her girls—as if, they imagined, they could ever forget!  “This, exactly so, is the way I want it.  I gave my gardeners and servants the week off.  Mainly for privacy, so we can enjoy the true, intimate seclusion our marriage entitles us to—something that is among the most difficult things for me, as a Queen, to obtain.  Priceless!  You cannot imagine the constant attention of flatterers and wheedlers, or the freedom of being alone with my loving wives.”  She sighed, squeezing them both as she continued to guide them, past the hot bath and over the stream on a little bridge.  “But partly, I confess, because it turns me on to see my play-partners working and serving me.”  She shivered anticipatorily, leaving them in no doubt how much she meant it.  “It’s almost better than sex, which is saying something for a succubus,” she drawled.  “So expect to spend some time each day cleaning and caring for my paradise.  Obviously,” she shrugged, “You’ll do the cooking and laundry as well,” she purred at the thought, her eyes dancing.  “And I will sit and watch you sweating in the warmth of the afternoon sun.  Oh, yes, you must do the hardest work in the afternoons…” she cooed, running her hands over their shoulders and backs.  “You simply must…” she bit her lip, and shook her head, as if to clear it. 

“But not today.  And not tomorrow.  I know you sweethearts are exhausted.  We have plenty of prepared food to last us a couple of days and everything is spotless now.  So, the intensely sexual cleaning,” she emphasized breathily, pausing to kiss each of them, her anticipation making them want to serve her and turn her on, compounding their submissive natures, before she continued, “Will have to wait.  A little spicy anticipation even as we indulge ourselves completely, playing with one another.”

Leaving them a moment, standing and staring dumbly out over the chasm in wonder, she stepped to a low chest like a coffee table between two chaise lounges, removing towels—which she set on one of the chaises beside their chastity cages—a bottle of castile soap, and some clean rags; before returning to them, setting the rags and bottle close to the edge of the bathing pool and removing their wrist and ankle cuffs, first Chastity’s, then Penny’s.  She helped them and made them feel cared for by massaging their stiff shoulders and arms as they groaned in relief.

“Now,” she smiled coyly at the girls, “Kneel before me.  Go on, I have to get ready to bathe, too!”

Looking at one another in delighted but nervous surprise, having never seen their own Domina naked before, despite the liberties they had been allowed with her, they knelt.  Smiling magnanimously, she placed her hand on top of Chastity’s head for balance and insolently lifted her foot, presenting her boot to the two girls, who quickly worked it off.  When they stopped, looking up at her expectantly, she raised a questioning eyebrow.  “And my stocking and garter?”

Embarrassed, hands fairly quaking, they reached tentatively under her skirts to removed them, struggling not to take any unnecessary liberties by touching her skin more than necessary.  Then, with her hand on Penny’s head, she lifted the other foot and they attended to it in turn.  She then turned around and directed them to the hooks and clasps on her back where they released her dress, Penny gasping as it fluttered to the ground, leaving her only in her bra.  The girls nearly hyperventilated at the sight of her bare skin.  Looking back over her shoulder at them, and where their gazes turned and lingered, she smirked, enjoying their attention.  “Go on!  What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission” Chastity explained.  “Your command,” Penny answered.  As she laughed at them, they both, understanding they should not wait, tried and eventually succeeded at removing her bra.  Ignoring them, she flounced into the water, up to her thighs, before spinning around, shivering from the shock of the cool water, and giving them a sultry look as she sank back into the pool. 

“Don’t be shy, girls.  Chastity, honey, can you bring the soap?  And Penny, sweetie, the rags?”  She laughed as they scrambled to collect the supplies and splash into the water with her.  “Let’s bathe… Chastity first.  Come here, darling.”

Pecking Penny on the cheek so she wouldn’t feel ignored, she turned to Chastity and, reaching below the water, found what she had expected.  She stared into her wife’s eyes, smiling, until Chastity looked away, embarrassed.  “Duck your head to get your hair wet,” she ordered, and when Chastity came back to the surface, sputtering, she was ready, her hands slippery with the Castile soap.  “Turn around.”  And then she began washing Chastity, sensually, hair and face, neck and shoulders, followed by her arms, humming softly as she felt Chas relaxing and melting under her ministrations.

There was a flat rock, about the size of a small bunk, in the middle of the washing pool, and she made Chastity climb onto it so she could soap her feet, her legs, her back, her breasts, her belly, and finally her clitty and bottom.  She obviously enjoyed it the most when Chas did, squirming with nervousness and excitement as her hands moved over the girl’s most-sensitive parts.  She lingered especially long on her clitty and breasts, enjoying watching Chas writhe and Penny shrink back nervously.  Standing above Chastity’s head, she leaned over her, slowly rubbing soap into and around her nipples while making out with her, their heads facing in opposite directions, Chas moaning and arching her back.  Last of all, Channah stood between Chas’s legs, pushing her fingers over Chas’s stiff, soapy flesh, locking eyes with her and drinking up every bit of Chas’s vulnerability and loss of control.  She moved with a teasing, unbearable slowness, squeezing and tickling, giggling mischievously.  Her delight increased in proportion to Chas’s desperation and frustration, and even Penny became lost in the drama, losing her own self-consciousness and staring with rapt fascination at the drama rising to its climax before her.

With consummate skill, Channah drew out Chastity’s passion until the girl started begging out loud, helplessly pleading for mercy, staring into and drowning in Channah’s sparkling, delighted eyes….

Literature Section “07-05 In the Bathing Pool”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 05 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1148 words—Accompanying Images:  2003-2004—Published 2025-07-06 (a.m.)—©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.


1996 07-03 Get thee before me, Satan
1997 07-03 Lambs trusting the Dragon
1998 07-02 Channah’s evil thoughts
1999 07-03 Let’s get this party STARTED, bitches!!!
2000 07-03 Barefoot and ensorcelled–just how Channah likes them

PREVIOUSLY:  For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by Channah, her succubae, her human operatives, and others, with every tool and tactic available to the succubae on Earth and in Hell, with the twin goals of perfecting a decade of training and preparation while bringing them mentally to their current state:  uprooted, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love.  Having taken them—figuratively and literally—through hell, Channah ushers them now to her paradise.  NOW:

Channah was still fully dressed, wearing her customary, splendid scarlet court gown and tall black shiny high-heeled riding boots, the same things she had worn since they left Fensmere and Earth this morning, which seemed like a lifetime ago now.  Or, at least, she wore the scuffed, dirty, oily, torn, abraded remnants of the clothes she had donned at Fensmere, insofar as they remained after the orgiastic, satanic rituals at Chang’an, the skyride across the Hell of Lust, their impromptu performance at the satanikoklus, and whatever she had got up to while the girls were tethered in the honeycomb at Sademtsaowah. 

Her girls were stripped, covered in so much oil and filth and dirt that they had caused the soiling of her own clothing, Kadidia’s and Esmeray’s clothing, and several square yards of the ritual site.  Their bare skin was marked with scrapes, minor cuts, ligature marks, and, more heavily, with bruises, some smoldering and purple, some still fresh and angry and red, from their training and discipline over the preceding seven days and nights.  To any observers, they appeared to wear only their collars, short leashes, navel rings, and the ropes binding their wrists.  Not readily visible, but certainly of equal importance in their experiences, were the four items—in addition to the roots of their navel rings—buried deep inside their bodies:  two plugs in their ears depriving them completely of any ability to see, hear, taste, or smell anything outside their own bodies; and the twisters and triggers that rested, churned, or swam by turns, at Channah’s command, inside their guts.  But even with all that, what they and she were surely most-conscious of at this moment, was how thoroughly (with the sole exception of their primary sexual organs hanging as obsoletely as appendices from their crotches) their bodies had been transformed from the male bodies they grew up with to their new, ultrafeminine curves.

She held their leashes over her shoulders, her hands in front of her belly, using their chastity cages hooked to and tangled in the leashes like handles for better leverage, casually forcing them to rest their chins on her shoulders and to awkwardly scramble, their shoulders and chests pressed tightly against her back, behind her.  She expected them to accommodate her own brisk and confident walk with theirs, and they were certainly in no doubt about that.  She was, after all, their superior.  She could feel the tension and stress in their bodies as they tried to keep their balance, keep their soft bare feet away from her boots with their sharp heels, and keep up with her using only their sense of touch.

She was snickering, well-pleased with herself and already teetering on the tingly edge of arousal when she led her girls through the honeycomb and up to the iron door separating it from her retreat. 

Gently pushing Penny up against the door, she put her hand up tight behind the girl’s soft hair to protect her from the door behind her, knowing she was about to startle the girl.  Only then, did she brush her lips across her young wife’s, refusing to let her pull back as her instincts tried to do when they felt an unexpected touch on such a vulnerable and personal part of her body.  Resting her lips softly there for a moment, while her girl calmed down, Channah pushed her tongue into Penny’s mouth, feeling her relax and wondering if she could tell it was Channah once it penetrated past her lips.  Perhaps she recognized something familiar about the feel or taste or smell of her, or perhaps even her kissing style.  Knowing Penny, she suspected she could.  Not because she obeyed the unspoken command to admit Channah’s tongue, but because she responded almost immediately, kissing back with a palpable enthusiasm, even of the closest thing to aggression Penny was capable of, making a soft moue of relief and welcome that warmed Channah’s heart despite herself.

Then she laughed, as Penny pushed herself forward and even flicked her tongue against Channah’s.  Pulling on Penny’s hair as she laughed at her, she broke their kiss, softly pecking at the corners of Penny’s helpless mouth as if to tell her that was enough.  Next, she turned around and relaxed back against Penny, smooshing her between the hard iron behind her and the soft swells of Channah’s buttocks and shoulders, really pushing into her so she knew she was being held in place and not forgotten, giggling and shivering with pleasure as she felt Penny’s lips and tongue begin attending to the sensitive back of her neck and shoulders.

Pulling Chastity in close to her, slowly enough she could tell it was a gesture of intimacy, she repeated the same soft initial brush pass she had used to signal her intentions to Penny.  Chas neither pulled back nor immediately reciprocated, but instead hesitated a moment before kissing her back, confidently but less ardently than Penny.  Raising her hands to Chastity’s ears, she removed her plugs and pocketed them, hearing Chas’s whimper of relief as she regained her senses. 

“Domina!” she gasped, her voice somewhere between a whine and a moan, before pushing forward against the older woman and almost attacking her mouth.  She laughed as she returned the kiss, carelessly using Penny as her cushion, hardly thinking of her as she focused her attention on Chastity, running her hands through her oily hair and over her dirty skin with gusto.  Earthy and about as far from neurotic as one could be, Channah was not fazed by anything as minor as a sloppy encounter.  In fact, she could even relish a bit of the funkiness and imperfection of the world because it was so visceral and real, especially when she knew the chaos and disorder was of her own causation, rather than reflecting any lack of attention or respect for her, coming from her partners. 

When they finally came up for breath, she giggled, stroking Chas’s cheek softly and saying:  “Penny’s turn.  Here, come to me.”  She wrapped her right arm around Chas’s head and pulled it in against her breast, forcing Chas to follow as she turned back towards Penny, managing to reach both of Penny’s ears, remove her plugs, and transfer the plug from her right to her left hand without ever releasing, or even loosening, Chas.  Pocketing the plugs carefully, she purred with happiness as Penny crushed her lips against Channah’s.

“Oh, oh, oh, mm…” she murmured around their kisses, sensing again how much more desperate and hungry Penny’s kisses were than Chas’s confident and content ones.  “It’s so nice to be missed and wanted.  I love you girls.”

“We love you Domina!” they both cried, pressing on her with enough force that she backed into the wall beside the door with both girls’ weight squeezing her in a way she found delightfully affectionate.  After a couple of moments, she loosened her arm and moved her hand so she was now holding both girls by their hair, allowing Chas’s face up and startling them—again without allowing either girl to even think of resisting—by pushing their chins and noses against hers, flicking her tongue across both of their mouths at the same time, their faces fitting against one another like three pieces of a pie.

Pausing, she scolded them:  “Where are your tongues?  Don’t be shy.  You’re sisterwives now!  You don’t have to enjoy kissing one another, but you absolutely, positively can never be hesitant or reserved about kissing me, just because you’re sharing me!”  Then she dove back in, her aggression, and the size of her tongue, coaxing her girls into responding.  Laughing again, she murmured:  “We are going to have the most wonderful week together….  Do you want to see my home?  Well… you’re my wives, aren’t you?” she gasped, sounding surprised, as she realized:  “That makes it our home, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina!” they agreed, happy and warmed by the idea.

Literature Section “07-03 Ready for Love”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 03 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1330 words—Accompanying Images:  1984-1988—Published 2025-07-04 (early a.m.)—©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.

1608 06-67 Hong laps up the girls’ helpless need to please her^
1609 06-67 The Hongettes crawl after their goddess^
1610 06-67 Esmeray Pissing On and Pissing Off Devils^

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination.  At the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny and Chas are about to be introduced to their qahramanah, or jawari-trainer.  NOW:

At Fong’s description of how desperately eager her jawari were, the three women laughed together, a slight edge of contempt tinging the sounds.  “Then let’s proceed.  We’ll make introductions, open the gifts, and then celebrate.”

“Yes, Domina.”  And then, snapping down at the jawari on their knees around her:  “Up!  You’re released for now.  Get up!”

Hetaraslakos

The girls scrambled to their feet around her, thanking her formally, her own four jawari assembling behind her while Fang wrangled Chas and Penny back into the awkward half-bent positions she had forced them to assume before, and began striding toward the door on the outside edge of the little courtyard.  Hong watched with an amused, admiring smirk, nodding approvingly as if she had learned something useful.

“It’s your Castle, dear Fang.  Please, lead us on,” Channah suggested.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”  She marched the girls past the Queen, continuing to use her hands to keep them bent at awkward angles for walking, making Chas open the door to the building on the other side of the courtyard.  This revealed another wide hall running straight through to the far side of the building.  But in the middle of this building, the hall widened even further to make room around a broad stone staircase leading down, with four parallel sets of handrails seeming to beckon them further into hell.

Fang led them down, both girls seriously afraid of falling and desperately using the handrails, while the succubae and the qahramanah laughed at their anxiety and desperate efforts.  “That’s definitely something my fawning little playthings are going to learn to practice,” Hong Qahramanah promised.

After descending a story or two into the soil, there was a simple passage, adorned only with occasional torches, close enough so they were never in complete blackness, but far enough that at times, the passage and the people moving through it were silhouettes and broad outlines.  Ahead of them was a stairway back up, constructed exactly like the one they had just descended.  And as they approached it, they became conscious of a low noise, at first something like the wind or the way leaves rustled across pavement in the wind.  But as they reached the bottom of the staircase and proceeded upwards, it got louder, becoming more like whispering that quickly started to rise, clarifying itself into the sound of a thousand agitated voices, shouting and screaming the same meaningless gibberish that was not quite an actual language, as the wretches back at the satanikoklus had barked out. 

“Pay attention on these stairs!”  Fang snapped.  “Remember I’m behind you.  If you can’t stay standing, fall forward into the stairs.   If you make me lose my balance, you’ll be regretting it for centuries.” 

“I suppose I could do without them for a few hundred years so you could exact your revenge,” Channah mused unhelpfully, emphasizing the time scale succubae reasoned in.  “Are you girls feeling humbled and cooperative for meeting your new qahramanah?”

“Yes, Domina!” the girls assured her in voices strained by their efforts to stay focused on the stairs.  Fortunately for them, stumbling up was easier—or at least felt easier and safer—than coming down had been.  For some reason, the throaty, evil sound of Hong Qahramanah’s laugh behind them, a human’s, an almost-stranger’s, and that of a singularly contemptuous bitch, stung even more than the amusement of their dominae.

As constrained as they were, they could hardly see more than three or four stairs in front of them at a time.  But it felt, and was then impossible to deny, that this stairway was significantly longer than the stairway that had taken them down to the gallery.  The voices kept growing louder and more distinct as they rose, finally cresting as they emerged from the top of the stairway, finding themselves on one of the elevated octagonal stone platforms they had seen from the chariot, dominating the killing grounds outside the castle walls.  These were the hetaraslakos, which both girls, having studied Greek, had realized at some point, meant Companion’s Pit.  Or Courtesan’s Pit.  And here, the thunderous sound of the screaming voices left no doubt they were surrounded by a crowd larger than an army.  From their volume, their number might have included every single one of the thousands of milling, restless damned they had seen filling the randomly-walking walls of the crumbling town around the castle during their descent.

“I think your mad qahramanah may have gathered all the damned here already,” Fang observed.

“She’s a self-starter,” Channah agreed, as they paused at the top of the stairs, and even the girls could twist their heads well enough to see who they were talking about.

The Radioactive Witch

At the extreme edge of the platform in front of them, a headful of long, wild, lustrous black hair marked and concealed most of the top half of a woman almost as voluptuous as the succubae themselves, with a prominent ass jutting back at them from under the fringe of her hair, draped in expensive, embroidered, colorful fabric.  The toes of her black boots were literally over the edge of the platform, with her back arched and her hips thrust forward, meaning the dimensions and shape of her buttocks were even more impressive than they appeared at the moment.  She was waving a radically curved Persian shamshir, waggling her hips from side to side, and screaming insults, but whatever exact sounds she was making were drowned out by the absolute furor erupting from the crowd immediately below her, sounding like bleating sheep finding their will to resist at the last minute in the slaughterhouse. 

“What is she—” Penny choked off her question before finishing, remembering who she was being held by.

Channah seemed to think she knew—she was laughing with sheer joy; and perhaps it was the sound of that that caught the woman’s attention, because she looked back over her shoulder, making them all afraid for a second she would lose her balance, before she stepped back, shaking herself and moving her shoulder in a gesture even Penny, blushing, understood. 

While she was facing away, performing that most private of gestures with glaring publicity, Chas and Penny tried to calm their own faces from the shocking sight of hers.  Her hands, cheeks, forehead, even the bridge of her nose were marked with scars from old cuts, and brutal ones.  Something tugged at Penny’s memory, conspiring with the spiked wine to try and surface, but was dragged back underwater before Penny could quite catch sight of it.  The woman was about Hong’s age, maybe a couple of years younger, and for a second…

Literature Section “06-67 Dance of the Qahramanat II”—Part 67 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1105 words—Accompanying Images:  1608-1610—Published 2025-04-19—©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.

1605 06-66 Hong ❤️ Fang colon A real and mannered love^
1606 06-66 Penny and Chas anxious to please superior woman^
1607 06-66 Lesser girls instinctively know they belong at the Uberfrau’s feet^

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination.  At the foreboding Chang’an Castle, their Dominae confront Penny and Chas with four young women whose beauty challenges their own… and then with every girl’s worst nightmare:  the mean girl who has it all, over them all.  NOW:

One Alpha Bitch to Rule Them All

The young lady standing with utter confidence in the courtyard, looking idly around it as if bored and waiting for something interesting to happen, was achingly beautiful. 

So striking, so self-assured, so symmetrical, and so gorgeous, she made the four beauties who had preceded her look like plain wallflowers, and made Penny and Chas feel the same way.  She positively glowed with health, and apparently she felt dominant enough to pause a beat before even acknowledging the two succubae.

Like every other woman in the courtyard and harem—every other human woman—Penny and Chas knew. 

Instantly, deeply, before their conscious minds had had time to process it, their subconscious and their bodies knew. 

That she was The One.

The Queen Bee.

The alpha female.

And, of course, she knew it, too.  How could she not?

Her poise was absolute.

Even the ruthlessly-drilled, relentlessly-trained guards couldn’t keep their eyes front.  Inevitably, their gaze were drawn to her, and they could only hope their ruler and their liege lady didn’t notice.

But obviously, they did.  They noticed all the affected humans around them, and chortled deep in their throats, too entertained by what they were watching to have any interest in bringing it to a premature end.

“I can hardly wait,” Channah murmured mysteriously in anticipation.

“Your girls went to water the moment she appeared,” Fang reported gleefully, knowing she was embarrassing them, and enjoying it.  Fang momentarily dropped her hands to the girls’ buttocks, gripping them and pressing her middle fingers hard to emphasize her dominance before returning them to their position of control on the girls’ necks and hair.

As the überbitch tossed her hair, turned toward, and approached them, Channah agreed proudly:  “They’re most responsive,” before admitting seriously:  “You are amazing, Fang.  It’s another reason I want them to spend time with you.  So she can spend time with you.  Teach her.”

Fang turned her head to meet Channah’s eyes and opined seriously:  “That girl is not simply a ‘wild’ horse.  She is a crazy horse.  She cannot be trained.  Only used, and taught what she wants to learn.  But of course, Your Majesty, I will do what I can.”

“She does respond well to… challenges.”

Fang smiled.  “Which brings us back to… I can hardly wait.”

The young woman curtsied, deeply and precisely, as her four attendants dropped to their knees behind her and lowered their heads to the stone, holding their gifts out before them without allowing them to touch the ground.   Her attendants were about the same age as Chas and Penny; their superior—clearly, in every way—perhaps five or ten years older.

“Dominae,” the young woman greeted them, startling the girls, who had only been taught to use the greeting as Channah’s wives to her, and those she appointed in her stead.

As if to clarify things, Fang bent forward slightly, murmuring “My hearth,” as the woman stepped forward and kissed her on the lips, the two lingering to touch tongues.

Stepping back and sparing a first glance for Penny and Chas, the same look you would give a pair of ants interfering with a picnic by crawling across your blanket, the girl shook her head slightly in disbelief.  “I don’t have to train these two, do I, Domina?”

Fang laughed appreciatively.  “No, dear one.  We’re going to introduce them to their qahramanah.  The one you are to coach.  She is waiting for us in one of the heteraslakos.”  Pulling the girls’ heads in tight to her shoulders to alert them she was speaking to them, Fang clarified:  “But like all jawari, you girls are to address all qahramanat properly and respectfully on the rare occasions you are allowed to meet them, by dropping to your knees and kissing their boots, holding the position until they instruct you how they want you to behave.  It is an element of your training.  You will find it makes you more respectful toward all of your superiors.”  And with that, she let go of them. 

After a second’s hesitant uncertainty, with the glance they shared so often before acting, both girls dropped to their knees and planted their lips on the toes of each of her perfect boots.  With their world reduced to her boots and the stone she was standing on, they noticed a gold anklet around her left boot with four pendants hanging from it, each one a delicate crystal hexagonal prism set in gold.  “You are always to greet her as Hong Qahrahmanah, and your own qahramanah as Hanim Qahramanah.  In front of others, you may never use abbreviations, never skip the honorific.  Your relationship with your qahramanah is all about protocol, protocol, protocol.  Do you understand, girls?”

“Yes, Domina,” they murmured, trying to speak without lifting their lips from the perfectly-polished, highly-reflective surfaces of the cherry red boots.  And then:  “We are pleased to meet you, Hong Qahramanah.”

Hong ignored them, speaking to Fang instead:  “I myself have never had the honor of meeting another qahrahmanah before.”  She didn’t sound like she considered the prospect an honor.  She sounded like she considered the idea as boring as the idea of training Penny and Chas.

“This one is special,” Channah interrupted.  “Unlike you and the other four, training girls is not her… natural inclination.”

Fang snorted, apparently finding something about that amusing.

“But she has special skills necessary to train my little housegifts.” Changing the pitch of her voice, she addressed the girls:  “You girls are honored to be among the first generation of jawari to be favored with the benefit of a qahramanah to train you.  Yours is only the sixth to be appointed.  Hong was the first.  And her little jawari—what are they called?”

“I made them take new names to remind them, and everyone they know, that they are mine now,” Hong reported, as casually as one might mention finding a misplaced spoon.  Although the girls could not see anything other than her boots, vague movements reflected in them, and the black stone floor, they could sense as she twisted a bit, gesturing back over her shoulder:  “Honghua, Hongjiao, Hongzhi, and Hongan.  Show respect, bitches.”

And immediately the four girls swarmed forward and began pressing their lips to her boots, so she was now surrounded by a ring of six subservient jawari.  The excitement and enthusiasm of her four girls were palpable and intense.  Either they were eagerly looking forward to something special, or they were simply the highest, happiest people in hell.

Channah and Fang congratulated her on their responsiveness.  Laughingly, Channah asked:  “You made them add ‘Hong’ to their names?”

“No, their old names were stupid and didn’t go with mine so I just gave them new ones.”

“Eminently practical,” Channah complemented her, and snickered.  “Are they ready?”

“Of course, Domina!  They are predictably—pathetically—eager.  Desperate, as men are.”

Literature Section “06-66 Dance of the Qahramanat I”—Part 66 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1143 words—Accompanying Images:  1605-1607—Published 2025-04-18—©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.

1602 06-65 Fang effortlessly bitch-walking the girls^
1603 06-65 Four Beauties to rival Chas and Penny^
1604 06-65 The Queen Bee Alpha Female Überfrau^

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination.  At the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny and Chas are trapped, held by their Domina Channah while the mysterious and powerful Duchess Fang tests their compliance with her thumbs in the girls’ mouths, her long nails tickling the backs of their throats.  NOW:

“Mmm… your big pink dolphins make nice and compliant pond fish.  Your eager surprise visitor will be very pleased with their gentle dispositions.”  Fang spoke carefully, almost going out of her way to concentrate on Penny’s conflicted eyes as the faintest expression of satisfied pleasure, almost hidden successfully, flashed across her face.

Channah, who always seemed to know everything, gratifyingly stiffened a bit in surprise behind the girls.  “Visitor?  Who?”

As soon as the glint of amusement was gone from her face, Fang looked up at Channah, keeping her hands where they were.   “Your other wild horse.  I mean beside that one.”  She nodded her head toward Fury, who gave a snort of satisfaction.  “Not domesticated and neutered like these two.”  Her mouth twisted in a cruel smile, enjoying humiliating them in passing.  “Apparently, she was eager to observe their first dance.”

Channah, back to her usual self, snorted with satisfaction.  “Then I’m glad she missed it.  These two are so fun to play with, I couldn’t wait until we reached our paradise.  I gave the girls a little taste of what’s expected of them at your satanikoklus.”

“And how did they handle it, Your Majesty?”

“Like they were practically born to it.  Of course, Penny’s the shy one, but they were both most enthusiastic.”  The girls blushed at this description.

Fang smiled down at them, not entirely nicely, pulling her thumbs outward in their mouths, her sharp nails like fishhooks pulling up and out, distending their cheeks, as she laughed deep in her throat, eventually popping her thumbs out and lightly slapping each girl’s cheek.

“And do they know what pleases you, Your Majesty?  Although I gather from Penny’s sharp intake of breath, that she has some idea?”

“She knows exactly what I want,” Channah replied, both of them pleased at the way Penny squirmed.

“Then I suppose the only question is whether she loves you enough to give it to you,” Fang mused, looking contemplatively, almost judgmentally, at Penny’s burning, blushing face.

“That is about the size of it,” Channah sniggered.

Without letting go of Penny’s chin, or allowing her to break eye contact, Fang lowered her other hand to rest on Chas’s crotch, and then squeeze it.  Chas shuddered and cried out with surprise, but not resistance.

“It doesn’t feel like you’re asking very much.”

“I’m really not,” Channah chortled, seeming to have a lot more fun with this exchange than the reserved Fang.  “Might we impose on you, Fang dear, by continuing this conversation at your hetaraslakos?”

“Of course.  Your company there is always welcome.  Also, if I may, I had wedding gifts prepared for your girls.  Perhaps it would please you if I shared them now?”

“Really?”  A saucy glint immediately appeared in Channah’s eye, and she spoke for all three of them when she said:  “By all means, my curiosity is not the only thing you’re arousing.  We would like to see!”

Fang looked at the girls, as serene as always, deadpanning:  “I’d pull you by your little leads, but you’re far too short.  I’d have to walk with my knees bent.”  So she took each girl by her hair and the scruff of her neck, making them bend forward a little bit, and bitch-walked them towards the nearest door.  “As you know, Your Majesty, we actually have three hetaraslakos, one on each side.  But today, I would guess the best to try would be one of those you flew nearest, because they may have attracted a larger share of the damned.”

The girls remained carefully silent but shared what they would have liked to have been a furtive glance between themselves.

“You didn’t know?” Fang asked for the second time since they had met.  “You didn’t recognize any friends or relatives?”

“Fang… you’re naughty,” Channah teased.  “It’s no fun when you give everything away.  Yes, girls, the red devils and demons are the damned.  Or,” she reflected thoughtfully, “What we call the damned.  Since I suppose, technically, you could say everyone here, other than the quite rare sill-living visitors such as yourself, is damned.  But we use the term to mean them, the most-miserable and least-capable residents of hell.” 

Penny opened her mouth to ask about it, then visibly craned her neck toward the Countess, as much as her hand would allow, and fell silent.

Fang nodded.  “A wise girl does not keep buying before she learns the price.”

As the women walked, they switched to another language neither girl understood, or indeed had ever heard before.  They were busy enough without listening:  At the uncomfortable angle Fang was holding them, it took all their effort and attention just to crane their necks enough, and raise their eyes enough, so they could see where they were going well enough to avoid falling flat on their faces.  Although the inflections and tones of the language the women spoke were strange, neither one felt like their conversation was directed at the girls.  Instead, Penny’s best guess was, Channah was asking questions about Chang’an, or perhaps all of Hell in her absence, and Fang was answering them.

In the middle of the large and elegant building nearest the central triangle where they had landed, there was a small, parallelogram-shaped courtyard.  What appeared to be fashion workshops were visible through the windows on the right, facing a large, ornate, heavily-barred door to their left flanked by two impassive soldiers who came to rigid attention with eyes front the instant they detected Fang’s group approaching.  Immediately above the doorway were two balconies on the second and third floors, with a handful of beautiful women chatting and looking out from them over what seemed like a perfectly dismal little courtyard to Penny.  Putting herself in their place, and considering by comparison how much she missed the cool breezes and rich green-and-brown colors of Earth, she could only imagine how sterile and unpleasant life must be here to make standing on one of those porches, in this place, attractive.  It’s not like there were cool breezes on the balcony, after all; only the ever-spraying sand.

The beautiful girls immediately summoned an older woman, who nodded and bowed repeatedly as Fang spoke with her, before disappearing from sight.  The two guards, hearing the exchange, used a heavy key to unlock the gates and swing them open, confirming what had been obvious when they were still closed:  namely, that a pair of heavy wooden doors painted yellow, were immediately behind the gate.

Channah and Fang continued to wait, speaking animatedly, the Duchess continuing to use the girls as armrests, until the yellow doors were pulled open by four girls so absolutely beautiful, they immediately made Chas and Penny feel self-conscious.  Each girl carried a box wrapped in delicate red paper.  Rather than emerging, they stayed with the doors, two of them holding each one of them open, and all of them curtsying as they faced one another. 

After a momentary, but nonetheless dramatic, pause, a fifth girl strolled out of what seemed to be a harem.

And she reset the bar.

Literature Section “06-65 Hella Honeymoon XXI”—Part 65 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1077 words—Accompanying Images:  1602-1604—Published 2025-04-17—©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.

1611 06-64 Thank you good night we love you all!!!(per Ozzy)
1612 06-64 100 Watchers! (Take Two)–Mirror Maze
1613 06-64 100!  As many times as necessary!
1614 06-64 Throwing hundreds, hundreds

Celebrating 100 Watchers milestone (again) on DeviantArt

06-64 100 Watchers! (Take Two)—Accompanying Images:  1611-1614—Published 2025-04-16—©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.

1599 06-64 Fang bends and twists the helpless girls to her will^
1600 06-64 The girls show respect to their new Domina^
1601 06-64 Fang forces the girls to take her thumbs^

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination.  Landing at the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny stumbles and is caught by the mysterious and powerful Duchess Fang.  NOW:

The tall, powerful, high-ranking woman didn’t move her arm an inch, or tell Penny to rise, and somehow Penny knew she wanted her to stay in her awkward and clearly-dependent half-curtsying position to emphasize her weakness.  With her other hand, the woman ran her fingers through Penny’s reddish-brown hair, frowning.  “Red.  You must be the one called ‘Pen-ants.’”

“Yes, Mistress,” she began, not about to correct her, and amazed anyone would have considered her important enough to mention.  “I’m honored—”

“Yes, you are.”  And then, with a glint of a genuine if predatory smile, she let go of Penny’s arm, asking in surprise:  “Nothing’s been explained to you, has it?”

Penny stumbled back and recovered her balance, opening her mouth but relieved enough when Channah strode up, saving her the need to speak by interjecting.

“Of course not!  She’s practically a child!  Get over here, Chas!” she called, as she and the woman embraced one another with a confusing, stressful combination of intimacy, warmth, and tension.  “And I don’t mind you having a bit of fun and another avenue for… working things out.”

Penny, of course, had no idea what they were talking about, but thought it a near-certainty it portended nothing good, trying her best to remain submissive and pleasant, instead of bursting out with the hundred questions she had—about what they were saying, about this remarkable succubus, and about anything and everything she had experienced since walking through the portal.  The reptilian smile shared by the two succubae didn’t give her any greater comfort.

“Your Majesty,” the woman, in her turn, bowed shallowly but quite formally.  “You honor me.”  Whether she meant with her visit, or… whatever had just passed between them, Penny was uncertain.

“My dear Fang, may I present my two new Princess-Courtesans, Chastity and Penance Batonnoir.”

Both girls curtsied again, formally and deeply, bowing their heads.  “Mistress,” they chorused.

“I look forward to… having you both,” the woman said, her imperfectly-concealed expression of distaste casting doubt upon her polite words.  Words chosen as carefully as she always spoke, making it seem her ambiguous wording was deliberate, as Channah laughed:

“I’m sure.  Girls, this is Duchess Fang of Chang’an, my oldest and most-powerful vassal in China.  What you call Cathay.”

“China?”  Penny asked, as she was wont to do. 

Channah smirked, stroking Penny’s hair possessively.  “Penny’s just full of questions.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy helping her learn how—and when—to ask them properly.”  Then she stage-whispered in Penny’s ear:  “You’d better behave around this one.  She’s known as a very effective trainer.”

“I’m sure I will,” Countess Fang agreed, looking at Penny as if she were sizing the poor girl up to see how many wolves she could feed.

“What outsiders call ‘China’ considers itself, with some justification, the center of the human world, with a vast population and more-developed technology and culture than many other human domains.  ‘Cathay’ is a term for the open steppe country North of China, origin of the Mongols who not too long ago nearly conquered all of Asia and Europe.  You see, Penny, when you ask me a question, I will answer it.  And then, I will make you do something for me.  Remember this favor when you return.  I certainly will.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Penny swallowed and shrank back against Channah without intending to, stifling her urge to ask what Chinese people called China.

“I’m appointing Fang as one of your Dominae,” Channah advised them.  “Whenever you visit here without me, she will be in charge of you, and of course you are to obey her as you would obey me.”

“Yes, Domina,” the girls agreed nervously.  “A pleasure to meet you, Domina,” they curtsied again to Fang.

Pleasing Channah

Penny took extra, nervous care to curtsy as low as she could and to hold her pose as long as she could without disrupting the pace of events.  And something in Fang’s eyes took notice, not displeased with her courtesy…. or perhaps her fear.  “Duchess Fang has consented to help with your training in the arts of pillowing and love.”

The girls gasped, both reflexively making eye contact with their new trainer, who seemed more curious about, than pleased or displeased by, their surprise and embarrassment, or by Channah’s announcement.

“And while I know you’re going to love the next week with me, I thought it would be a perfect start to our honeymoon for her to help you get in the right mindset for it by helping you remember and focus on what’s most important about it.”

“Which is?” the Duchess prompted them.

“Pleasing Domina?” Penny whispered.

Fang put her hand under Penny’s chin, forcing it up with her fingers and running her thumb aggressively around Penny’s lips.  Despite herself, shocked little Penny might instinctively have tried to pull away if she hadn’t already been backed against Channah with nowhere to go.  Continuing to regard Penny predatorily, even as she put her other hand on top of Chas’s head possessively, she commented:  “There might be some hope for you yet, big-open-inviting-mouth princess.”

Penny snapped her lips closed, only to find herself sucking on Fang’s thumb.  Rather than withdrawing it, Fang quite deliberately pushed it further in.  “A thumbsucker.  I’ve seen babies and toddlers do that in China, but never adults.  Are you an infant?”

“More of a natural-born toe-sucker once you get to know her,” Channah smirked, then clapped approvingly:  “Look at the poor darling’s face!  She feels violated and embarrassed.”

“But too polite and intimidated to spit me out,” Fang observed, working her thumb back and forth in Penny’s mouth while the two succubae laughed.  Looking at Chas, she said, simply, “Open!” and pushed her other thumb into Chas’s mouth.  “Close!”  and Chas snapped her lips shut around her other thumb.  She was now held in the same awkward fashion as Penny, and subjected to the same suggestive motions.  “Your two pink dolphins are easy to catch.  I don’t think they have much future in the wild.”

“Hothouse flowers,” Channah admitted, putting her arms around both girls while Fang, licking her lips, stepped closer, so her legs were pressing into their crotches and their heads were forced slightly back against Channah’s shoulders, and Fang, with a mildly curious expression, pushed her thumbs as far as she could into the girls’ mouths, liking it when their eyes watered and they struggled not to choke at the tickling of her long nails on the backs of their throats.

Literature Section “06-64 Hella Honeymoon XX”—Part 64 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1081 words—Accompanying Images:  1599-1601—Published 2025-04-16—©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.