2228 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Suit Names & Symbols2229 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Rank Names & Symbols2197 07-38 You know you’re born to lose and gambling’s for fools and that’s the way I like it, baby2198 07-38 What are *you* looking at? Perv or loser, you’re all the same to me2199 07-38 I’m not cheating. MY hands are both up here 2233 07-38 Go ahead. Say “hit me.” I dare you!
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Hong explains the Succubaean Rules of Perdition to Esmeray and her jawari as follows:
BASIC RULES
Deck—Uses the Chthonic Tarot, aka The Infernal Tarot. For playing (not divining) purposes, it is essentially a standard Tarot deck with 3 changes:
Face cards reordered to put women on top (KingsQueensCavaliersJacks to QKJC);
More regular cards (8 standard suits instead of 4);
Renumbering and renaming: pip cards shifted by 1, from 1-10 to 0-9; face cards renamed QPharaoh, KHuángdì, JSultanah, and CRajah; and trump card numbering changed from base-10 (decimal) to base-6 (senary).
Only suits and ranks are relevant to play. As in the Sixteenth Century, Pharaohs are high and naughts are low. “The Bouts” are 3 special trump cards: the Fool, I, and SSSIII.
Object—Win each trick, hand, and game. Pharaohs and Bouts 4 points; Huángdìs 3 points; Sultanahs 2 points; Rajahs and each trick won, 1 point; other cards 0.
Teams—2 to 8 (or more if you can find the cards), comprised of one player (mandatory) and their lovers (optional). The teams agree ahead-of-time whose consent is required to bind their team.
Lodge—Team members must be present (“resident”) in the lodge (a physical space, not a banker). No one else is allowed inside, and no one can enter or leave during the game.
Duration—The game starts once the number of deals is agreed, and lasts until all stakes have been delivered and everyone is sober (unless all teams agree to stop earlier)
Caste—Every resident is equal in the game, except only humans can shuffle, cut, or deal; it is bad form for high-caste residents to stake lower-caste teammates disproportionately
Stakes—Each team must agree on new stakes binding through the end of the game, before each deal. Stakes binding every team alike are encouraged, but each team need only agree to stakes that put at least one of their members at risk from at least one other team. Teams encouraged but not required to lay stakes each deal that are dependent on a per-trick, per-deal, and per-game basis
First Deal
The dealer and starter determined separately and randomly; player to left of starter cuts. Dealer deals out all cards with remainder to the starter, who can discard and replace any from her hand except she cannot discard the Pharaohs or Bouts.
Starter places a suit card on the table. No one can lead a Triumph card until one has been played.
Each player (moving counterclockwise) must follow with one card of that suit. Highest card of the lead suit wins
Players who cannot follow suit and have a Triumph, must play a Triumph. Whenever a Triumph is played, the highest Triumph always takes the trick.
Players who cannot follow suit or play a Trump must play a throwaway card
Trick winner keeps the cards face-down and leads the next trick. Trick losers deliver stakes.
Teams tally their scores; deal losers deliver their stakes.
Successive Deals—Teams agree on modifications to the basic rules. Modifications are strongly encouraged every turn. The deal and the start separately move counter-clockwise to the next eligible human and player, respectively.
CHANNAH’S FAVORITE RULE MODIFICATIONS AND VARIANTS
Players are encouraged to modify rules in as disruptive and confusing a pattern as possible to force the maximum number of player errors.
Dragon King—Once this variant is agreed upon, the starter of each deal (starting immediately) can unilaterally change and add rules at the beginning of each deal.
Queen Channah—Once this variant is agreed upon, the starter of each deal (starting immediately) can unilaterally add per-trick, per-deal, and per-game stakes and stakes at the beginning of each deal, if and only if the stakes apply to each resident equally and all residents can fully discharge their stakes before leaving the lodge without suffering an injury greater than normal wear and tear; e.g., nicks and bruises are okay but not much more, and the maximum amount of money at stake cannot be greater than the amount held inside the lodge by the resident with the least money.
Playing the Fool—The Fool can be played once. It cannot win a trick, but the playing team keeps it and its points; except if that team wins no tricks, the points go to the trick winner.
The Excuse—When playing the Fool, the player must make an excuse for their behavior before letting go of the card, or it goes to the trick winner
Use Me or Lose Me—If the Fool is played in any of the last three rounds, the winner of the trick gets the points for it.
Avenging Angel—Judgment SSSII takes World SSSIII
The Joker—10 point bonus if the Magician takes the last hand.
See Something Say Something—Special per-event stakes are agreed for every time a resident misses a cue, is slow to respond to a cue, or responds in error. Teams are encouraged to require a different language for each verbal response. Suggestions:
Royal Stooge—Whenever an off-suit face card is played on a Pharaoh or Huángdì of the lead suit, everyone except the off-suit-card-player shouts “Treason!”
Laughing Boy—When the Rajah of Diamonds is played (or otherwise becomes visible), everyone has to laugh heartily.
Fuck the Pope—Whenever IIIII-The High Priest is played, before the player releases it, either that player or one of their lovers (but only one person) must mutter a barely-discernable curse or disparagement of a specific religious leader.
Johnny Sausage—If any player tries to play I-Magician, and another player can be the first to shout “Johnny Sausage!” (or “Gimmee Hanswurst!”) before the card is positioned and the player has released it, the shouter captures the Magician and the right to play it without interference later in the same hand, and the person losing the Magician has to play a different card instead. The shouter gets the points for it.
Hail Channah—Before letting go of their card, anyone playing the Pharaoh of Hearts or the Pharaoh of Spades has to recite lengthy sycophantic praise for, or pine graphically and at length for, the Queen of Lust, e.g., “Hail Channah, the baddest bitch of them all, Hell lies at your perfect feet. Cursed art thou among demons, and cursed is the foul medlar of thy womb, Lust. Unholy Channah, Queen of Hell, chastise all men for their lust, now and after their deaths.” Players are encouraged to prohibit reusing sycophantic phrasing.
French Scoring—Each player’s score is adjusted based on the number of Bouts they have at the end of the deal. Where Z = the number of players in the game, players with 0 Bouts subtract 4+Z from their final score; players with 1 Bout subtract (4+Z)/2; players with 2 add (4+Z)/2; and players with all 3 add 4+Z.
Fitty Piece—Whenever a player plays an off-suit (throwaway) card, any or all of their own lover(s) may (but need not) call “gimmee fitty bitch!” Without affecting any other stakes or teams, i.e., in addition to the normal operation of the game, the team forfeits the game, but each “Judas” wins triple the trick and game stakes riding on that trick, from the player, regardless of whether that player agreed to all the riding stakes or not.
Repent at Leisure—Any resident who catches another player staring at them or any of their team mates (except if they are watching a player who is actively taking their turn) may require the starer to disclose what—other than the game—was foremost in their mind at that moment, and then prescribe a 2-5 word phrase describing their thought(s) every time they play for the rest of the game.
Pretty Please—If the thought involves another resident, the player (called a “beggar”) has to ask that resident to help them every time they say it. The resident is under no obligation to agree, but if they do, the beggar cannot refuse their help, with any reasonable accommodation they request.
Jeannerie—Pip-card order remains unchanged for the phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords = PHSR9876543210 or QKJC1098765432A), but changes for the distaff suits (Cups, Hearts, Diamonds, Coins = PS0123456789RH or QJA2345678910CK).
Secret Admirer—In any game with 5+3x players the starter may name the Pharaohs of 1+x suits before seeing the leftover cards. Any person holding a named Pharaoh becomes the secret partner of the starter (meaning no one can signal to any member of any other team, whether they are or are not partners, except by what their card plays reveal).
Palace Intrigue—Combine Secret Admirer with Fitty Piece.
Berserker—If the starter names only Pharaohs already in her own hand, she gets triple points for winning that deal.
Succubaean Wedding—Before the first card is played, a player holding the Pharaoh and Huángdì of Hearts/Spades may show them to the other players and declare a sweet/spicy marriage. Each marriage adds 5 times the number of players to its holder’s score.
Queen of Spades—When a team with a spicy marriage plays their Pharaoh, the first team to (legally) play any Rajah on top of her wins that trick and the points for the spicy marriage. For the rest of the game, the rank order of all the phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords) changes to RPS0123456789H (or CQJA2345678910K). Point values do not change.
Helmet QoS—As Queen of Spades, but any player with at least two distaff (Cups, Hearts, Diamonds, Coins) Pharaohs still in their hand and/or in their pile of tricks may slap a Rajah placed on top of a married Pharaoh and shout “Helmet!” or “Respect!”, then show their Pharaohs to the other players. The first player to do this wins the trick and the spicy marriage points instead of the Rajah player. For the rest of the game, the rank order of all phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords) changes to PS0123456789RH (or QJA2345678910CK).
Cuck the King—Same as Queen of Spades, except that playing any Rajah, the Devil, or the Sun on top of either married Pharaoh transfers the points for their marriage and that trick; and for the remaining deals, marriage points are replaced by cuckoldress points for holding a Pharaoh of Hearts or Spades.
Helmet CtK—As Cuck the King, but any player with at least two distaff (Cups, Hearts, Diamonds, Coins) Pharaohs in their hand and/or in their pile of tricks may slap a Rajah, Devil, or Sun placed on top of a married Pharaoh and shout “Helmet!” or “Respect!”, then show their Pharaohs to the other players. The first player to do this wins the trick and the spicy marriage points instead of the Rajah player. For the rest of the game, the rank order of all phallic suits (Wands, Clubs, Spades, Swords) changes to PS0123456789RH (or QJA2345678910CK).
JollyRajah—Same as Succubaean Wedding, except that it is players with Pharaoh-Rajah combinations in Hearts and Spades who can earn points for declaring sweet and spicy marriages; and the rank order of all regular suits is PRS012345678H (or QCJA2345678910K). Rajahs earn 3 points and Huángdìs earn 1.
Húanglóng’s Inguinal Hernia—The following wild cards have the following powers:
Card
Description
Name
Translation
S ♠️
beats everything
Karnöffel*
Inguinal Hernia
7 ♠️
beats everyting but S of ♠️ IFF led to a trick. It may not be played to start
Teufel; Böse 7
Devil; Naughty 7
6 ♠️
beats everything but S, 7 of ♠️
Papst*
Pope
2 ♠️
beats everything but S, 6-7 of ♠️
Kaiser*
Emperor
3 ♠️
beats everything but S, A, 6-7 of ♠️ & P of any suit
Barde
Bard
4 ♠️
beats everything but S, A, 3, 6-7 of ♠️ & P, H of any suit
Herzog
Duke
5 ♠️
beats everything but S, A, 3-4, 6-7 of ♠️ & P, H, C of any suit
2187 07-36 Rivqah, Channah, and Miriam relaxing after celebrating2188 07-36 Recalling how easily Huanglong humiliated her cucks2189 07-36 Tiferet painting Channah’s party2190 07-36 Painting Porn2191 07-36 Penance and Chastity gushing about the Dragon King2192 07-36 Channah pouncing on Jacob2193 07-36 Channah in the mood to ride 2194 07-36 Catch Me if You Can2195 07-36 The Challenge2196 07-36 Full Gallop
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, while forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for and serve the lovers; before her First Husband dressed down her Secondary Wives for marrying Channah without his consent. NOW:
Rivqah had noticed George’s giant appendage beginning to stir at the sight of Húanglóng spanking Chastity and she leaned over, beginning to stroke him and whispering in his ear: “You like seeing girls get spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he admitted, pinkening with embarrassment, but hardly able to deny the physical evidence unrolling in front of him. “I—I like seeing anybody get spanked, but—but especially gurls, I think. T-girls.”
“I think it’s time for our Queen’s big moment,” Miriam suggested to Rivqah. “And since you’re stealing my stud—”
“Hey! Fair’s fair!” They both laughed, as Miriam stood, walked around George and Rivqah, and knelt in front of Jacob, looking up in his eyes as she began tickling him, enjoying the way his breath caught and the sly smile that started forming on his lips despite his best efforts to remain moody and resentful. “Don’t be such a pill!” she whispered to him good-naturedly. “You’re about to fuck the Queen. We all know you’re a smart and clever boy, but hello! The succubae, on the whole, are smart and clever, so our cambions are too! D’uh! Don’t be pissy about the fact your ticket to ride comes from down—here—” she kissed him “Just be glad you were invited at all. You’ve impressed the Queen, as well as us!” And she dove down.
Jacob groused: “Don’t you think she likes it better, knowing how much it pisses me off?!” Miriam popped him out of her mouth, making a mock-surprised face at Rivqah, who tried to stifle her own laugh in return. Still looking at Rivqah, Miriam hissed: “I think we all prefer that, now that you mention it.”
“I certainly do,” Rivqah answered. “And just did, in fact. Petulant little brat! So let the wittle baby be all steamy and mad so Channah can really enjoy him!”
The conflicting expressions on Jacob’s face, of vindication and rage to have confirmed his suspicions were correct, were priceless. But fortunately for their plans, he didn’t seem to be any better than Penny and Chastity at reining in his passions today.
While continuing to spank Chastity, who cried and wailed and twisted but couldn’t budge Húanglóng’s powerful hold a single inch, Húanglóng continued addressing all three of his wives, lead wife and secondary wives alike. “Chastity is a girl. She knows she’s a girl, she accepts she’s a girl, and yes, having been born a male, it’s perfectly understandable the shame she feels. Of course she’s ashamed! She was meant to be a man! Anyone born a male with even an ounce of pride would do everything in their power to fulfill their destiny as a man. But she’s given all that up and defied God’s laws and plans just so she can pursue her weak, greedy, selfish little cherished fantasy. She is a rightly-ashamed little girl. Now get back down in your place and thank me for spanking you and accepting you for what little you are!”
As Chastity scrambled to obey, holding her blistered bottom and whining fussily, hissing when she tried to lie down on her back and felt the pain from her freshly-abused bottom, Húanglóng snapped his fingers to summon his other ceshi: “Penance Batonnoir! Come here this instant!” At the same time, Channah was motioning for Esmeray to come over to her, even as she began pouring wine on her husband’s left foot so it dribbled into Chastity’s mouth as she waited for Esmeray to pick her way across the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy, please—” Penny whimpered, unable to cover her bottom with her bound hands but trying her best to keep it away from Húanglóng.
“Don’t you dare sass me, girl. Get over here!” Húanglóng seized her arm and threw her over Húanglóng’s right knee, using his right hand and left leg to lock her in place the same way she had held Chastity over her other knee a few moments ago.
“No, Daddy, please!” Penance whined, her attempt at resistance as satisfying as it was ineffective. When Húanglóng’s powerful right hand pushed her head down she knew she was his and fell limp, crying and waiting for his inevitable discipline, which promptly began, the lord’s left hand rising and falling with every bit of the speed and force he had used on her sister.
Penny immediately started bawling, which Húanglóng calmly put a stop to by pausing his spanking just long enough so Penny quieted down enough to hear Húanglóng explain: “I’m going to keep spanking you until I’ve finished lecturing you. If you’re making too much noise to listen, I’m simply going to keep spanking you without even starting my lecture, until you hush your mouth. So, it’s up to you. If you want your spanking to continue all day long, missy, you keep bawling.” And with that, Húanglóng resumed, spanking systematically, hard, and rapidly as Penny tried desperately to stifle her cries, wiggling and kicking over Húanglóng’s knee and doing her best to keep quiet long enough for Húanglóng to finish lecturing her.
“I can’t remember ever dealing with a bigger baby in my life,” Húanglóng began, shaking his head disapprovingly. “It’s like you almost want to be beaten! Has no one ever explained to you that nothing makes a demon want to hit you more, than knowing you’re weak and vulnerable and suffering?”
“Oh, I’ve told him,” Rivqah promised.
“As have I,” Miriam added.
“And I,” Channah laughed. “But she’s hard-headed. And ‘sensitive.’” Everyone laughed, as Channah handed off the bottle of double-spiked wine to Esmeray and made her way to where Miriam was fluffing Jacob. “Is it showtime?!” she asked her friend excitedly.
And Rivqah, without taking her eyes off George’s snake, which was slowly stretching and hardening under the attention of her fingers, answered: “Yes it is, my liege! The scarlet cushion is prepared for you. We tried to anticipate everything….”
“Oh, thank you dear, that’s so thoughtful,” Channah paused, stroking Miriam’s hair appreciatively. “Taking such special care of my boy. If you need one, we can bring over a sissy to finish the fluffing?”
Miriam observed: “Húanglóng is doing so well with them, I hesitate to interfere. And I don’t mind, Jacob’s delicious.” And she resumed working on Jacob while Channah, plucking a jar of lube from a tabletop, turned around and backed up, straddling Miriam, her thighs touching her handmaid’s shoulders, thrusting her bottom back until it was a few inches above Miriam’s neck—and therefore, right in Jacob’s face—and the top half of her body was bending forward, resting one hand on Miriam’s backside. “Get me ready for you, Jacob?” she pouted, holding the jar behind her and making appreciative noises as Jacob, chuckling, warmed the oil in his hands before rubbing it on Channah’s bottom.
Meanwhile, Húanglóng continued spanking and lecturing helpless, panting, trying-her-hardest-not-to-cry Penance: “I’m very upset with you, young lady!”
“I—I—I’m sorr—rree—Daddy!” she wailed, biting her lip to quiet down again instead of crying.
“For what?”
“I don’t know—whatever I did to upset you, Daddy! I want to please you so much!”
“That’s good, but apologizing for nothing, accomplishes nothing. I—want—you—to—listen!”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“Chastity is ashamed because she could have been a man, but she wanted—wants!—to be a weak woman instead. But you said you wanted to be a man!”
“I do, Daddy, I do, but I know I’m not!”
“Obviously not! And what did your Domina tell you?”
“I don’t kn—lots of things, Master! I mean Daddy!”
“What did she tell you about whether you were a man or a girl?”
“She told me I was a girl before I even knew it,” Penance whined, sobbing silently as the blows kept falling, using her shackled hands for the only thing she could use them for, pressing them into her mouth when she wasn’t talking to muffle her whimpering, so hopefully she wouldn’t upset her Daddy even more.
“And you want to be a man—as if you could! You’re lying over a bull’s lap locked up in chastity and being spanked while your wife gets ready for real men. Hello! Does that make you a man?”
“No, Sir, no Daddy!”
“What does it make you?”
“A sissy cuck, Sir,” Penny confessed miserably.
“You want to be something you’re not—a man!” Húanglóng’s laugh spoke volumes, and practically wilted Penance right in front of her eyes. “In defiance of your Domina!”
“No, Master—Sir—Daddy! I mean Daddy! I swear I would never defy my Domina! I love my Domina!”
“Liar!” Húanglóng growled, shaking his head. “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, young lady.”
“I swear! I swear!” Penny screeched desperately. “I’m telling you the truth!”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, oh yes, I promise of course ofcourseI’mtellingyouthetruthsir!”
“If you’re telling me the truth, I’ll let you up this instant. But if I can prove you’re lying, it will go very badly for you!”
“I’m telling the truth! I promise! I swear!”
“We’ll see. Did your Domina tell you you’re a girl?”
“Yes sir! Yes she did, Daddy! Oww ow oww…”
“And have you accepted what your Domina has decided for you? Or are you defying your Domina, and indeed your very—obvious—nature by hoping and fantasizing you’re a man?”
“I’m—yes! I’m sorry! I am defying my Domina, Daddy! Daddy, I didn’t I didn’t—iiieeee!” She squealed and twisted as Húanglóng, feeling it was time to make her pay for her defiance, picked up a belt from the bed beside him and began applying it to Penance’s ass, its steady crack exciting the succubae in the room as much as it sent Penny to the bare edge, almost suffocating herself to try and remain quiet until Húanglóng was finished with what he needed to say.
“You better be quiet, sissy! You’ve already lied to me and defied your Domina! Do you want to get in even more trouble?”
“No, I’m sorry, Sir! I’m sorry!” and she twisted her body just enough so she could push her face into the crack between Húanglóng’s hip and the bedsheet to muffle her own cries more effectively than she could do with her hands alone.
“So to recap: Have you defied your Domina?”
“Yes Master—ow!” she began.
“And have you lied to me?”
“Yes Daddy I’m so sorry for being a bad boy—I didn’t mean to, I promise!”
“Another promise? Really? So soon after your previous false promise has been exposed?”
“Yes Dadd—I mean no, Daddy!! Ow!”
“Then let’s try my question again, and this time, just answer me as you’ve been instructed to!”
“I mean—I mean—I can’t think of any—I can’t think of how I’d defy you, but I’m afraid I did something accidentally without realize—”
“Did you tell your Domina and me, just now, that you want to have sex with women, not men?”
“Yes, Daddy! I remember that Daddy!” she said gratefully, nodding frantically. “Yes, I said that Daddy!”
“After I, a man, warned you I planned to use you for sex?!”
“What?! Oh—oh I see, I’m so sorry! I did that too, Master! I’m bad. I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorrreee!” she wailed before forcing her mouth and nostrils down into the crack between her spanker’s leg and the bedspread to silence herself again.
“Yes! You! ARE! I! Expect! You! To! Do! Better!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You’d better!”
“I will! I promise I will!” Penny squealed and then started bawling. “I can’t—I can’t stop crying! It hurts too much, Daddy! Daddy, my bottom hurts! I’m sorry for crying, I know I’m a crybaby—”
“Lilith and Cain!” Húanglóng rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You need to stop crying and start apologizing. Get on your knees in front of me. Right! This! Instant!”
“Yessir, Yesdaddy!” Penny dropped like a sack of potatoes from her position over Húanglóng’s knee to her knees between Húanglóng’s feet, still sobbing, now facing Húanglóng and immediately moueing at what she saw. At what filled her vision.
“Chastity! Get up here, right next to your sister!”
“Yes, Daddy!” Chas yelped, moving with alacrity to push to her knees, and then squiggle in tight against Penny, the two of them tightly crammed together to fit between Húanglóng’s knees. Húanglóng took their heads and pushed them together, cheek to cheek. “If the crybaby can shut her mouth for one instant!” (she could, sounding like a greased pig dropped into a sloped sewer pipe) “you can hear the adults are getting ready to play again. Can’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy!” the girls nodded frantically, in no doubt as to what they were hearing: Channah moaning with pleasure; Jacob grunting with satisfaction; George gasping and writhing.
“You two have frustrated me and forced me to focus on punishing you, instead of celebrating with my principal wife! That’s inexcusable and now you need to make it up to me—and her—by getting me caught up. Tell me the truth: Do you two sissies want to please me?”
“Oh, YES Daddy!” They both gushed, nodding wildly.
“I want to please you so so so bad, Daddy!” Penny gushed.
“Me too! Even more!’ Please let me please—please give me a chance to show it!” Chastity interjected.
“Do you know what my name means? ‘Húanglóng’?”
“No Daddy,” they shook their heads, staring at the long yellow serpentine dangling in front of them.
“Yellow. Dragon,” he whispered, softly, dramatically, and without hesitation, causing the girls to gasp, understanding. He could see they Understood. “And I truly am that. Now, each of you put one arm around the other, and use your other arm to hold onto my leg, so you can fit between my powerful thighs better and be reminded what sissies you are. Your task is to charm the Yellow Dragon. To want to do i—”
But Húanglóng didn’t even have to finish his sentence. He chuckled. “That’s the way, girls. Forget all those silly ideas about being men… and wanting women… accept who you are. And be ashamed. Because that’s—even—fucking—hotter! Than actually embracing your own identity. Keep being ashamed, and helplessly attracted by your own natures, all at the same time! Your Domina taught me, long long ago, to recognize that is the sweetest of all pleasures, hotter than anything: a human who hates what they love, doesn’t like who they are, and can’t help it even a little bit! Hate yourselves you fucking sluts. Hell knows, you should! You’re pathetic!… I know you’ve never even seen, let alone handled, a real man’s equipment, like this, before. So let me teach you how to do it. Using your hands, and your mouths, all at once. I know, I know, your own underdeveloped bodies barely have enough room for your index finger and thumb.” He guffawed cruelly. “That’s part of why they’re locked up, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” the two girls agreed, their eagerness to please him dimming their awareness of how badly they were being humiliated, as they crammed together against one another, tight between Húanglóng’s bulging steel-cable thighs, and the next moment, feeling the weight of Húanglóng’s legs on their shoulders as he settled back, sighing with pleasure as they served him and acted as his footstools. They worked smoothly together, so crammed in by warm flesh on all sides they began to sweat as they strove assiduously to please their master, whose own needs and priorities were quickly becoming theirs.
On the other side of the large iceberg of divans in the corner, Channah climbed onto them and crawled forward to the scarlet mattress in the very middle of the large array of tightly-packed cushions, leering at Jacob and pointing straight down. “Here. Bottom… here, facing the room. Head towards the corner. Do it, Jacob, come on, baby.”
“My hand—”
“I need a cuck, Daddy!” Channah called out in a sing-song voice, provoking a snort of laughter.
“Fine. Which one’s the more difficult again? For others, I mean. They both seem like putty to me.”
“I can see that,” she admitted wryly. “They both have issues. But Penny’s our problem child.”
“Chastity, go attend to your Domina.”
“Oh, but Daddy, don’t you need—”
“I need you to obey! So I can help Penny understand who—and what—she is. Go!”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy!” Chastity, chastened, agreed and scampered onto the bed, crawling until she reached Jacob’s hand, which Channah was pointing to. “Yes, Domina?”
“Clean it!” she commanded, impressed once again by Húanglóng’s uncanny power to motivate humans, as Chastity went to work, only her expression and her attenuated breathing, betraying the difficulty she had with the task she had been assigned. Yet, the enthusiasm with which she acted despite her obvious struggle, revealed how much Húanglóng had already begun to colonize her brain and penetrate her skull.
While Chastity cleaned Jacob, Channah guided Jacob, showing him where she wanted him to lie down on his back, with his head over a gap between two mattresses. “but the hole—why—?” Jacob began, which she quieted by placing one finger on his lips and another on his crotch before running her mouth over Jacob’s torso, smelling and kissing him all over, distracting him while she fished out the shackle she had suspected she might find near his right wrist, Then, still moving sensuously, she climbed over him, straddling his waist and teasing him ever-so-lightly with her most-sweet and vile medlar, putting her lips against his ear and whispering as she mock-rode him, all the time fishing out the other shackle: “Unless you’re actually a masochist, you should learn from my two pathetic cucks and check your attitude. As a cambion, you should know better than to show me how I can hurt you by enjoying you.” And with a giggle and a sneer, she clicked the two shackles closed on his wrists simultaneously. “You’ve gone straight to the top of my party-invite list. Bitch! Now be a good little mattress boy for all of us. It’s unfair, but…” she shrugged and straightened up, meeting his eyes as she gagged him, tying the gag in turn to the edge of the divan so his head was trapped at an angle below the plane of the cushions, enjoying his wounded outrage, drinking it up like honey. She giggled. “I fucking love it. The only revenge you’re going to get is being rough with me, halfling. So do your worst—or, I hope, your best, with the one weapon I’m leaving you.”
And with that, reversed her position, facing away from him, crawling forward so her knees were almost to his, and guiding him, groaning, moving her hips to and fro to work him deeper while she leaned forward, shackling one leg while she held the other down, correctly anticipating he would try to move it as soon as he felt what she was doing to his other leg, pinning it under her elbow until his other ankle was secured and she could bring both hands to bear on it, giggling and enjoying the frantic way he wormed and wiggled and flailed about. “Oh baby, you move so well. Oh, seven hells you’re so excited! I think you are a masochist, my sweet little pouter. A masochist cambion. From now on, it’s gonna suck to be you and I’m going to make you thank me! Oh! Aaaah yessss! Oh, yeah. You’re going nowhere until we’re done with our mattress-boy!” She sighed, as she settled back onto him, pushing a small pillow into the gap between his neck and the back of her head—a pillow just thick enough so that part of her, at least, would be more comfortable and she could focus on the discomforts she wanted; but thin enough that she would still be able to tip her chin back to accommodate her next lover, if not quite as far back as poor, wretched Jacob. “Oh, yes, this is nice! Rivqah, dear?”
“I’m here!” Miriam chimed in, wrapping Chastity’s long blonde hair around her hand. “Come on, Chastity dear, let’s get you cleaned up!” Looking confused, but wanting to oblige, she let Miriam guide her to the bowl of spirits, mint, and water on the ground. After admonishing her to wash her lips and mouth out, Miriam pushed her face right down into the bowl. While she held Chastity under the surface, she got Esmeray’s attention and pointed to the bowl. Nodding, Esmeray tore herself away from an almost obsessive, sickened fascination with Jacob’s assault on Channah—or was it Channah’s assault on Jacob?—and headed toward Miriam.
“Where’s Big George? And more to the point, where’s Little Big George?” Channah was demanding, delighted as he turned and crawled over the array of divans toward her, obeying her instructions and positioning himself above her head, his knees on either side of the gap in the cushions. “Stop dawdling, hubby, this is no time for you to go gay on me. I need my Long Hwang,” she snorted to her husband. “Or I’ll find someone else to finish my trio!” she threatened, before imitating a snake trying to digest a mongoose. She did manage to elicit an amazed groan from George that could not have failed to get Húanglóng’s attention, even if he had been able to ignore his wife. (Which, in truth, he had never been able to do, a fact that had helped to, and continued to, shape the history of the Seven Hells in now-predictable and stabilizing ways. No one else could see it, but Húanglóng himself, the great and charismatic persuader, knew he was not quite the most-persuasive demon in hell, even if the gifts he did have, came more easily to him than to others.
“I wouldn’t miss this—or you—for the world or hell below it, my love,” he assured her sincerely enough, manhandling Penny with her hair as he lumbered to his knees on the bed and approached her, pulling Penny along beside him, forcing her to try to keep up. “Now the question is—where do you want to feel your little cucks’ mouths?”
With a derisive snort, but without slipping off Big George, she shook her head sharply.
“Not at all?” He asked, a little surprised. “I guess if they couldn’t satisfy you on their own, they don’t have much to contribute to our orgy. I’m going to have them hold your ankles and worship your feet,” he proposed, pleased to see her quick nod of agreement and shiver of anticipation. “I know what my baby doll likes. Get over there, cuck! Hold it up above her hips and waist so there’s plenty of room for me!” he jerked Penny’s head towards Channah’s left foot, all of them pleased to see how eagerly the auburn-haired girl scurried to her assigned station, even as Chastity was released by Miriam to service her right foot. “That will free my hands to…” and as the Yellow Dragon slithered, he demonstrated, placing one thumb close above his own flesh and the other on her wrist, gently drawing her hand to his mouth to kiss her palm sweetly, releasing her hand and moving his own hand toward her right breast. “Big George! My boy!” He growled around his kisses. “If you hadn’t put it together yet, this experience is all about extreme stimulation for our goddess. It’s impossible to overwhelm a succubus, but conversely, it’s almost impossible to make them feel fully stimulated. It’s the one challenge I—I never seem to grow weary of attempting, no matter how many centuries roll slowly past. So don’t be lazy! Attend to your Queen!”
“Yes, m’Lord, of course—but—ungh—how else?”
“You have two hands and a mouth, son. Use them! She still has one neglected nipple and along with her feet and her erogenous zones, she likes to have her hands kissed and stroked! So attend to her other one!”
Below them, between them, cocooned within them all, Channah shuddered with the rare intensity of what she was experiencing, as Miriam and Rivqah exchanged a look that was at once pleased—for their Mistress—and envious.
“Tiferet, dear,” Rivqah sighed. “I don’t know how you can stand your work! Always seeing, being exposed to… possibilities, without getting to play.”
“Don’t pity me, Your Grace,” she scoffed at the thought. “I’ve learned to enjoy the anticipation. And I’ve learned a lot… so many ideas to practice with my own lovers and thralls….”
“Well, I don’t have your patience,” Rivqah shook her head sadly. “I want a way to play rightnow, but our Mistress—happily—is enjoying every unlocked toy in the room, and even the complete focus of the ones who are locked!”
“Well, as an observer,” Tiferet mused drolly, “I count at least one, two, three, and four accessible holes….”
Rivqah and Miriam exchanged a quick, almost embarrassed look. “We hadn’t thought of that…. even more than other succubae, Her Majesty likes to play as a female,” Miriam admitted.
“And it is definitely the best way to play,” Rivqah agreed.
“But when in Rome…”
Rivqah snorted. “I’m not sure that’s actually an apt analogy my dear, but I take your point.” Crawling up behind Húanglóng, she pressed herself against his broad, powerful, chubby back and moaned: “Your Majessssttttyyyy… could we—could I—play with you, too? It’s been soooo loooong since you’ve touched me, and I’ve never—”
Húanglóng grunted. “As tempting as you are my dear, that must be for another time. This is a gift for my wife, and the way she’s reacting…” he shivered. “I’m completely focused on her and wouldn’t want it any other way. Not just at this second. Go fuck a cuck, but if and only if you can do so without distracting them from their proper attentions.”
“Yes, thank you, Your Majesty,” she answered. Slumping in half-real, half-mock disappointment, Rivqah pouted to Miriam and Tiferet, who tried without success to keep from sniggering. “Well, I at least want to try someone new!” she cried, pouncing on Chastity.
“No fair! We’ve both had Penny before! She’s used,” Miriam sulked, continuing Rivqah’s game.
Húanglóng roared with laughter. “Cucks are made to be used. If you’re suggesting my wife hasn’t used the other one yet, she doesn’t just need us, she needs a doctor!” Even Channah couldn’t help laughing at that, it coming out as a gagging, half-drowning sound that caused George to shiver in surprise.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Miriam whined. “I’ll take the copperhead. Again.” Dipping her fingers in the jar of olive oil, she passed it to Rivqah, who in turn took a share and passed it back to Esmeray as the two succubae took advantage of their Queen’s two housegifts. “Remember, little tightass,” Miriam murmured into Penny’s ear, enjoying every part of intimacy, “try to loosen your body to match your mouth,” feeling the girl shudder as she entered her, reaching around front of her to hold her tight and taking a surprised breath, remembering how much she had changed since the last time she had hands on the girl. “I forgot… you have big soft beautiful boobies now! You ARE kind-of-like new!” she gushed enthusiastically. “That’s the way, little girl. Keep it firmly in your mind to be a Pleaser not a Princess today. Please me, and at the same time, don’t you dare break your concentration on my Mistress because if I have to pull out and sit this scene out, I’m going to beat you like a rented mule the rest of the day!”
“And that goes double for you, bimbo!” Rivqah cried, slapping Chastity’s hips and then her breasts, hard, for emphasis, before snuggling up to her in unconscious imitation of Miriam, spooning their kneeling lover girls and cradling them up front even as they pierced them behind.
Penny felt strangely calm: Calmer than she had ever felt before in her life, with a sense of peace and a sense of purpose that dovetailed perfectly.
The Dragon King’s secret power was ultimately his reasonableness, Penny reflected. Like Channah, he had shown himself to be smarter and more knowledgeable than Penny. For a girl like her, who viewed and understood the world through her sense of reason—a smart girl of reason, whose reason usually concluded, with ironclad evidence, that she understood things better than the impulsive, emotional, superstitious fools around her—it was unsettling to confront a greater intelligence, like being punched in the solar plexus and winded, suddenly deprived of the thing she normally took for granted to such an extent, the notion of being without it was shocking and alarming.
Even Penny, as close as she knelt to the Dragon King even now, their knees braced against one another, skin to skin; their arms brushing one another as Penny delicately and lovingly cradled her goddess’s foot, musing on how blessed she felt to be the caretaker of such a sacred and precious part of her Domina. A part, she admitted to herself with a flash of embarrassment, that was one of her very favorite parts. Which, in turn, she blushed thinking how weird that sounded. Or, if she was more honest, that it actually was a little weird…. No! She didn’t fucking care, she thought daringly. If other people looked down on her, didn’t she already look down on herself? So what if others confirmed it? Was this not where she wanted to be? Didn’t it feel right, like she was exactly where she deserved (and wanted) to be? The smell of her goddess was so subtle here, so intimate, as soft as the pads on her toes and the balls of her feet and her heels… and warm. Her Domina was so warm and alive and beautiful and—had she lost her train of thought? She shook her head infinitesimally and remembered: The Dragon.
The Dragon King. He was doing… something to her. Her reason told her this; and the laughing succubae around them had implied as much. But whatever he was doing… Penny knew he wasn’t incorrect: wanting to be a man… wishing she could possibly someday manage to be any bit of a man… if she really imagined it was possible, that would make it a rebellion, and she was lucky the Dragon King hadn’t punished her as harshly as rebellion deserved! Truly the Dragon King was merciful and… almost obliging in a roundabout way. Nice, she decided. A kind and tolerant man, who showed even Penny a kind of respect everyone around her in her life had made it clear to her she didn’t deserve. And she definitely didn’t want to rebel—not against him, certainly not against her Domina!
Avoiding rebellion was something she could only claim as a success and a credit to her if she knew and accepted she could never be a man, if she knew, in fact, she was a girl. But giving up forever—wasn’t that just as damning to her as allowing the demons to sodomize and debauch her in the first place? Only if she could accept that the weakness and the failure were hers and hers alone, and therefore confirm that her Domina’s desire for her to be the girl she was meant to be was true to her and for her, could she show her true commitment and devotion to her Domina. And the thing was… she believed her Domina, in that and really almost everything. Definitely everything that mattered. Penny knew in her heart she could not be the man she wanted to be, or even a boy. Unlike Chastity, who knew she was a girl because of her own desire to be one, Penny knew she was a girl because she was utterly incapable of being a man—she lacked the cock, the balls, the stamina, the strength, the feral nature, even the urges and desires of a man, responding only when she was treated and pleasured like a woman.
And the truth of the matter, she knew, was that she wanted to honor and obey and comply with her Domina’s commands, to live according to her Domina’s rule; even if she could have been a man… would she have dared, or wanted, to pursue her own desires rather than her Domina’s? Her amazing Domina had decided she ought to be a girl; shouldn’t that be enough? She was caged and allowed only to worship her Domina’s foot because that was what gave her Domina pleasure. Penny’s true pleasure came from serving hers. She knew, because she couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere other than where she was now, helping her goddess, serving her goddess, worshipping her goddess in the only, tiny, tertiary way she was capable, given her physical and mental disabilities and limitations.
As wrong as she knew her love was for a demoness, it was there; and it was love, and God was love. And there could be no doubt her demoness was in some way, indeed in most ways, everything but religion, more and greater than Penny herself—more important, more significant, longer-lived, outsized in influence, more powerful… and, God in Heaven forgive her, her goddess knew her, intimately and directly and more deeply, so much so it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other one began sometimes. To be allowed so close to her, given so much of her attention… Penny’s shoulders slumped as it all came together for her, partly in defeat, but mainly in the calm and restful acceptance that she was meant to yield to her amazing goddess. To stroke her sensuous soles, to suck on her big round soft toes, to press her fingertips and thumbtips into the pudgy, delicate, perfectly-shaped ball and heel of her foot… to know that her goddess was feeling and experiencing her servant’s touch, even when it was just a tiny part of what she felt, a tiny fraction of the significance of her other lovers, her real lovers…. Penny was simply not her Domina’s equal, and therefore could not possibly be her ‘lover’; it would be like an ant proposing partnership with a whale. Or an aardvark, a part of her whispered. But no matter what analogy one might fashion, she could never be the kind of equal her goddess needed. She could only, at best, be a pet: a domesticated animal kept by her goddess and allowed to provide her with some narrow part of what she needed. Attending to her feet, goddess, what an honor…. Fetching her slippers, perhaps, if Penny were her actual dog…
Whatever the Dragon King was doing to Penny today, at this very instant, Penny realized, it was supportive. Because normally, when Penny hit one of those rare moments where she had to ask if her reason and wit and perception were wrong, it inspired panic and fear. The Dragon King had peeled back the scales from her eyes, and done it so gently, holding Penny tenderly in his hands… or, Penny blushed at the thought, in his gorgeous feet—yes, why not? She thought defiantly to herself… it was more accurate, anyway! Clearly she had a little thing for his feet, too….
But however embarrassing that was, or unmanly, or should be—none of it mattered at all. She tried to let go of all the aspirations and anxieties and failures, the focus on thing she was not and could not be, in favor of focusing on the thing she actually was, and could be, and even, could do really well, probably a lot better than someone like Roger who lacked the reverence Penny felt for her goddess Channah….. So Penny breathed peacefully, worshiped genuinely, and obeyed rightly, putting everything above her station out of mind. Even the Bible exhorted believers to help and to serve others; and the Dragon King, like the Succubus Queen before him, had shown Penance a new level of service, a new height in her genuine and real urge to help and to serve and to care for others. She could easily imagine a life of service to her Domina and her First Husband, how fulfilling it would be, and how grateful it would make her feel, and that was all she imagined as she inhaled and kissed her Domina’s feet with even deeper passion and connection than before.
Miriam’s insistence behind her, entering her, taking her, holding her so tightly, touching her sensitive breasts… her transformation into a girl had awakened in her feelings and desires that were not so different from those she had experienced as a boy, but instead added to them, even multiplied them. How could she object to a transformation that made more of her body into a playground and a means of deep connection to others? Miriam’s fingertips, rolling Penny’s nipples while her palms hugged Penance’s breasts… before today, before now, she couldn’t even have imagined how good it would feel to be loved in your root and in your heart and even in your head—where Miriam’s kisses, on the back of Penny’s neck, were giving her goosebumps—all at once!
“You could never be a distraction, Mistress Miriam,” she heard herself moaning out loud. “You just make me feel more loved by my Domina who I’m so lucky to be allowed to worship at all…”
“Aww… that’s sweet!” Miriam sounded surprised, but certainly pleased.
“I want you to sweet-talk me!” Rivqah pinched Chastity’s nipples on the other side of Channah.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Rivqah,” Chastity gasped around Channah’s right foot. “I know I don’t have Penny’s sweet words, but I promise you—and our Domina—that I feel the same way. I swear it!”
Rivqah’s face softened. “Well, that is nice,” she conceded.
“And it’s true!” Chastity insisted.
“Of course we feel this way, Mistress Rivqah!” Penny moaned. “You both are so smart and beautiful and passionate, and loyal to our Domina. And our Domina…” Penny sighed. “She—I just—there aren’t the words to say how amazing she is for us, how much we need her. How connected we are to her—”
“Yes, Penny!” Chastity cried.
“Even though we’re just nothing—”
“We’re so grateful!” Chastity gushed
“Of course we are! So in love….” Penance purred, rubbing her cheek on the outer edge of her Domina’s foot, then kissing it softly but deeply in the tender arch, feeling so close to Channah precisely because she knew how insignificant Penny was, and therefore how inclusive and secure her goddess’s love was and must be to have embraced her. “And we are so grateful to the Dragon King for showing us how special our opportunity to serve our goddess, our Domina, and her First Husband, truly are.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Chastity agreed, neither knowing nor caring if the Dragon King responded because she meant it so completely and her sense of connection and participation was so total.
Rivqah bit her lip, imperfectly preventing herself from laughing, a sound Penny heard echoed behind her. Meeting her eyes, Rivqah explained: “You girls are perfect for succubae, you’ve got it so bad….”
“I know,” Penance sighed blissfully. “Of course Domina was right, we were made for her… made to serve her and her First Husband and Handmaids and—”
“Everyone in her Court,” Chastity agreed, finishing Penance’s thought. “I feel—everything is perfect,” Chastity smiled beatifically, planting a sweet, gentle kiss on Channah’s pinkie toe, trying to communicate and to feel, with that one touch, all the love she felt.
“Everything except—” Penny started, and then stopped, her voice crestfallen. “I’m sorry. I’m so greedy.”
“I want to hear it,” Miriam suggested, nibbling on the back of Penny’s neck and making her shiver. “Tell me… it’s okay. Your love for your Domina is undoubted….”
“My penis,” she whispered. “I mean—my clitty. It hurts so bad and—and I want—”
“We’re so horny!” Chastity blurted out, finishing Penny’s thought.
All the demons laughed, even Channah, even George, who offered: “I guess it does kind of suck to be you two.”
“You can’t make her laugh,” Rivqah laughed at George. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to breathe when you’re doing what she’s doing? It takes perfect timing!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” George apologized, genuinely. “Should I—”
“You should shut up and stay in your rhythm so she can breathe and we can all hear more of this arousing talk from our two little philosophers here,” Rivqah suggested good-naturedly. “And while I can only agree it would suck to be either of these losers, I feel compelled to point out: it’s not our fault! This is not our doing! These girls’ existence sucked before we ever came along.”
“I know that now,” Penance sighed wistfully. “I know that’s true. I’m—the Dragon King has helped me see how, you know…”
“Worthless?” Chastity suggested.
“Yes, worthless!” Penance agreed. “That’s exactly it! How nothing we were before she came into our lives and let us finally mean something, even if it’s a tiny something, by being part of her life!”
“Aw….” Rivqah agreed, sharing a devilish look with Miriam, even as the Dragon King shook with silent laughter of his own.
“I’m sorry,” Penny apologized, noticing. “I didn’t mean to disrupt you, I know we should all be concentrating on our Domina—”
“We should, but the dirty talk coming out of your filthy, shame-ridden mouth is so hot you need to keep it up!” Rivqah encouraged them.
“It’s true,” Miriam murmured around Penny’s ear, her breath hot and wet and ticklish even as the steady motion of her hips was like the ocean lulling Penny’s little boat to a peaceful sleep.
“Actually,” Rivqah commanded, “hush now—it’s time!” And at the exact same moment, Miriam and Húanglóng both gasped: “She’s ready!”
Penny opened her mouth to ask what they meant but fell silent at Rivqah’s narrowed warning eyes, accepting her place and sinking back completely into her dream about Channah’s perfect feet, even as she felt the pressure on her female sex organ getting harder and more insistent, commanding her attention and somehow communicating to her exactly what the demons were talking about. She realized all of the demons and half-demons around them, and therefore she and Chastity—rocked by their partners the same way their Domina was being rocked by her First Husband—were suddenly moving in synch with Him and with one another, their tempo and force both slowly gaining. She could see it, the way Rivqah’s and even Húanglóng’s eyes started to lose their focus on the world around them to gaze upon whatever they saw inside themselves, or whatever shared vision bound them together in their uncannily coordinated experience.
For a moment Penny saw herself from outside, or felt she was outside, until she felt her body, which was connected to theirs, and snapped back fully into it. Penny realized the demons were bringing her with them—or maybe that she and Chastity were keeping up with the demons—that all of them were together, united in a profound way, by purpose and feeling and thought and awareness, all at once, all feeling what they needed to feel to be brought together in this way, nearly as close as Penance felt to her Domina by touching and breathing her in.
“For you, my love,” Húanglóng pledged.
“For you, Older Sister!” Rivqah and Miriam promised.
“Your Grace!” George shouted.
“Oh, oh, all for you, Domina!” Penance and Chastity swore, their own voices sounding weak and effeminate and less-convincing even to themselves, but knowing they were adding to the best of their limited abilities.
And suddenly everyone was writhing and yelling and shivering and yowling and especially, cursing and swearing. A single explosion was tearing all of them back apart into wiggling wet solitary things, thrown deeply back into themselves with the shared secret of what they had seen and been together.
For seconds or minutes that stretched to the horizon of time, they all shook and wept and cried, unwilling to be done and absolutely unwilling to let go of the sensations and spiritual electricity that had crackled through them all.
Penny was almost done when Miriam suddenly and unexpectedly pulled out of her and pulled her down onto her back, barking: “Get close to your Domina! Wiggle right up to her side, but facing in the opposite direction!” She felt like it was unfair and unreasonable that her bliss had been interrupted until she understood the bigger picture, remembering that she was just a supporting player in this drama no matter how important it felt, or it made her feel. And more to the point, remembering that this particular experience was for Her, Penny’s Domina; and so of course, since all of them were sharing the same timeline, Penny had to move into her next position before Penny was ready, so that her Domina could move when the time was exactly and precisely right.
“We’re going to lift her off Jacob and onto the cuck,” Húanglóng explained to George. “Hold her shoulders 1… 2… 3!” And they raised her and plopped her down onto Penny, her whole back and buttocks wet and intense and oppressive with her sweat, perhaps mingled with that of Jacob. Chastity was pushed to kneel between her legs so the two girls were close enough together they could have kissed one another. But their duty—to their Domina—was kind of obvious, even to them, even before Miriam and Rivqah spelled it out:
“Bring her down, girls. Worship her and pleasure her gently, for as long as wants to rest. Don’t make a mess and don’t stop, no matter what, until she tells you she’s done!” No one had to spell out the details any further than they already had. Both girls were simultaneously post-orgasmic and frustrated beyond reason, in the exquisitely tortured place that they already knew awaited them after the womanly orgasms that were all they had been permitted. Their ruined prostate orgasms were at once a terrible promise and a terrible denial to their caged and ever-hopeful bodies, all at once. But satisfied or not, they were unanchored and floating and electric with the confused, mixed energies that resulted. They were both still outside themselves and not quite back to reality, as they began assiduously worshiping their goddess-Queen. The Dragon King calmly rested his hand on the back of Chastity’s head, emphasizing that it was the Dragon King’s mess Chastity was expected to clean and the Dragon King’s bliss Chastity had the honor of soothing Channah from. For Penny, it was being pressed between the soft divan and her Domina’s hot, wet, sticky body that communicated the truth to her, that whatever doubt there might be about whose sweat she felt and smelled on her Domina’s skin, there was none about whose seed was squeezing out of her Domina’s body: that of Channah’s half-demon victim, who had been trapped beneath her just as Penny was now, as nameless and disregarded and secondary and put-upon as Penny herself.
“Such… good… girls…” Channah sighed softly, when she finally spoke, but still she didn’t stir, but lay, completely relaxed, her weight moderately compressing Penny’s lungs and breath in a way that would not let her forget she was trapped under and thus passively commanded by her Domina; even as the dripping mess she was soothing with her mouth would not let her forget what contempt and disregard she was held in and thought of by the demons.
And even with all this, even being so low, she felt so right. Being reduced to nothing like this, a continuation and indeed the natural culmination of having been used and pushed lower and lower for the pleasure of her goddess…. The result, and therefore the treatment, were right because they fit. All the world was as it ought to be when Penny was being degraded under her goddess.
Releasing her ego and accepting this lifted such a weight off Penny’s shoulders, the weight of a lifetime of lying to herself and not knowing who she was and refusing to face her true destiny was wiped away, allowing Penny’s spine to straighten and her body live. Because her true destiny was right here after all, just like this, being shattered and reduced and lessened in exactly this way, to exactly this existence defined by her service to Channah. “I feel so peaceful…” she sighed, freed like a bird by the novelty of being so honest and true to herself, a self she had not even understood before now. “So good….” And then, even as her Domina laughed softly at her, she confessed: “This is exactly right. Where and how I belong. I belong to you, Domina!”
And they both knew she completely meant it. Because they both knew it was completely true.
2176 07-35 Behold the Power of the Dragon King2177 07-35 Unchallenged–The Better Man2178 07-35 The Hellish Power Behind the Earthly Throne2179 07-35 The Dragon King’s Unspoken Challenge2180 07-35 Will You Challenge the Dragon King or Submit to Him?2181 07-35 Go on, cuck2182 07-35 Clear-sighted2183 07-35 Their Rightful Place. Their Natural Level.2184 07-35 What do you imagine is going to happen here, cuck?2185 07-35 But only if you admit it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of2186 07-35 Even worms have a place. This is yours
CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy degradation and bullying some readers may find disturbing
PREVIOUSLY: Channah’s best friends, concerned about their liege lady’s well-being and the rumors beginning to circulate in hell, decide to crash her honeymoon with Penance and Chastity, bringing her First Husband, the Dragon King, and two other prize pieces of beefcake along for Channah to ride, and forcing her two brides to help cook breakfast for the lovers upstairs. NOW:
On their own honeymoon, the girls cooked and assisted with other chores for about an hour enduring the loud cries and moans from above them that proved conclusively Miriam and Rivqah had been right to bring real men for their Domina to celebrate with, before Haruka finally dismissed the girls into Esmeray’s care. At this point they had helped her make coffee, pour cream, pile dates on plates for sweetening the coffee, set the dinner table, chopped vegetables and cold meats, steamed rice, and warmed bread, listening carefully as she explained exactly how to prepare each item and ingredient the way Channah liked it, and enduring her harsh criticisms and corrections of them every time they made a mistake.
Now she relaxed on a stool beside the kamado—the traditional Japanese oven in Channah’s Mesoamerican hacienda that, Haruka had explained, reflected their Domina’s preference for the meticulousness and rigidity of Japanese aesthetics in her home—idly bobbing one foot, at first casually and then with more deliberation as she noticed Penny’s stare, frowning with concentration like a cat experimenting with a mouse. She slowly sipped her own coffee, enjoying watching as Esmeray bound their wrists, hobbled their ankles, leashed them, piled their trays with food and drink and utensils, and led them away to and awkwardly up the stairs, forced by their bonds to balance their trays on their forearms while desperately clinging to the outer edges with their shackled hands.
Esmeray turned off the stairs on the second floor, which the girls had never explored before, and led them to two unfamiliar but well-appointed rooms. The first, on the right, overlooking parts of the garden they had never seen before, and the rain forest under the cliffs, was the parlor. It was dominated by curved tables arranged in a ring with curved sofas just outside them, and four giant multi-pipe hookahs spaced around the circle. The other, the saloon or celebration room, on the left—which was occupied now—overlooked the garden, the springs, the gazebo, and the great valley beyond them. It contained broad divans arranged around the perimeter of the room with a large area comprising, essentially, an oversized bed formed by divans that had been pushed together in the corner immediately to the right of the entrance. All the divans in the corner were flat. The other divans, and a number of chairs,that were scattered elsewhere around the room offered a variety of intriguing and unique shapes for playing on, and were piled with pillows of every shape, size, and firmness. Tiferet sat on a chair near the middle of the room behind an easel with paints, brushes, and pots of water set on two low tables to either side of her, painting swiftly and intently, while Esmeray sat on a stool beside and slightly behind her, watching in fascination over her shoulder. Their chairs were facing the divans in the corner where the six lovers relaxed, eyes closed, naked and entangled in postcoital bliss: Channah and Húanglóng lying sideways with Channah’s head resting on Húanglóng’s soft, fat stomach; Rivqah spooning Jacob with her hand holding his member; and Miriam curled against George’s side with her head on his arm, running her fingers idly over his chest. Only Tiferet and Esmeray were still dressed; on the bed, the celebrants had cast aside all their clothing and shoes, and a large portion of their gold jewelry. As best the girls could tell, their decisions about what jewelry to leave on, and what to take off, were completely arbitrary. If there was any rhyme or reason to the selections, it eluded them.
After the girls had served everyone else coffee and breakfast, Channah sent them back downstairs for spiked wine and spirits. Upon their return, Channah made them stand just in front of the divans and fill two goblets apiece with a blend of spiked wine and clear spirits, then choke down the nauseating stuff while everyone watched and cheered them on with laughter. Miriam and Rivqah then instructed them to fill a large, deep bowl on the floor with a mixture of white spirits, mint, and water, and finally to serve all the lovers and their qahramanah with spiked wine. Channah, laughing, made Penny bring her one of the wine bottles and held Penny face-up on her lap while she poured more wine down her throat, while Rivqah and Miriam did the same to Chastity.
Finally, Channah commanded them both to crawl before Húanglóng, who was now sitting on the edge of the group of divans, drinking wine, while Channah sat behind him with her head on his shoulders and her arms as far around his chest as she could reach. “You missed my weddings, beloved,” Channah reminded Húanglóng, immediately provoking Rivqah and Miriam to laugh: “uh-oh!” “Oh no!” as if someone had done something wrong.
Húanglóng shrugged. “What man can keep up with the weddings of such a healthy, lusty succubus?” causing everyone else to laugh while Chastity and Penny looked nervous. Noticing, Húanglóng pointed to the ground at his feet, commanding them: “Don’t be shy. Crawl closer, let’s see my wife’s homet-nuswut.” The phrase was ancient Egyptian, and was another way of expressing their status as Channah’s lesser, secondary partners, compared with Channah’s and Húanglóng’s status as primary partners to one another.
As they hurried over on their knees, provoking laughter from the others, Channah admonished them: “I know I don’t have to tell you girls to treat my First Husband as you would me, your god where I am your goddess, do I?”
“No, Domina,” they assured her, looking scared, aware the atmosphere in the room had changed and everyone else was now watching them intently with a sharpened interest the girls didn’t understand. At least some of their uncertainty was reflected in the eyes of George and Esmeray, but at least those two had the instinctive comfort of knowing whatever was happening, didn’t involve them. But everyone else in the room seemed to be in on it, whatever ‘it’ was.
“Stay on your knees. But put your heads on the floor with your arms stretched out under the bed in front of you,” Húanglóng ordered them, calmly and with a sense of self-possession, “and turn your heads to the sides, away from one another. I want each of you focused on me now, not distracting one another.”
The girls obeyed, and next felt the Emperor’s large, heavy feet descending to rest on their heads, pressing them down uncomfortably into the stone floor as he relaxed and allowed their weight to rest on the girls’ skulls. With their shackled wrists in front of them, the Emperor’s posture allowed him an easy and—for them—humiliating way to keep them under his control.
“You married my wife,” he stated, gruffly and bluntly. They heard Channah make a noise somewhere between a growl and an approving moan behind him. “But you didn’t even so much as ask my permission first, did you?”
“No, Master,” they responded in unison, knowing he would be displeased with their angle.. “I’m sorry, Mast—”
“Hush! You’ll have a chance to show how sorry you are in a minute, and possibly all day.” The celebrants on the bed all made warning calls and hoots of anticipation, while Penny’s half-squished face (Chastity’s was invisible to the group, facing the wall) just looked more anxious and worried, provoking secondary laughter. “Right now, you listen to me and you answer me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“From now on, you will address me as ‘First Husband,’ although when you’re serving me sexually—”
Miriam laughed: “I wish you could see the panic in this little girl’s face!”
He acknowledged the comment with a slight, momentary grin, continuing “You should call me ‘Daddy,’” he decided, rolling the balls and heels of his feet over their temples and cheeks, perhaps because it felt pleasant to him or perhaps simply to reinforce their helpless subservience before him. Then he responded to Miriam: “When you marry a married woman, you marry her husband as well,” he pointed out reasonably. “If they didn’t want to be both our playthings, they shouldn’t have married us, should they?” And then, pushing down a little harder and squishing the girls’ faces a bit more, he emphasized: “Especially without asking me first. Should you?”
“No, First Husband!” they yelped.
“But you chose to marry us, anyway, and now you are bound to us as our ceshi or shu-wives. Do you deserve my wrath, wretched girls?”
“Yes, First Husband,” they quavered fearfully.
“You certainly do. But fortunately for you, I am a very tolerant and forgiving master.” Sliding his feet from the tops of their heads to rest immediately in front of each girl’s face, he pressed the soles of his feet into their faces, speaking soothingly. “Breathe, chattel. Be calm and breathe.”
They obeyed—they could scarcely do otherwise, in their positions—but he emphasized: “Deeper. Breathe deeper! I want to hear it! I want to know you’re breathing in, deeply and calmly, breathing me into you….” And as they practically hyperventilated, everyone in the room could hear, and enjoy. “That’s the way… Even in this plane, in this borrowed body, my body is at peace, and brings others to peace with me. Are you starting to feel docile and calm, now, in my presence?”
“Yes, First Husband,” they answered, Penny’s response tinged with the faintest hint of surprise.
“Good girls. Roll over onto your backs,” he commanded, lifting his legs while they scrambled to obey. “Keep your hands above your heads!” he reminded them; and as soon as they were in position, he settled his feet back onto them, this time right on their faces, pressing down. “Breathe and worship me. Go on! Kiss my feet and clean them. Get your tongues out! Good girls…” They heard applause, and claps of approval, but no longer cared. Or rather, they cared only whether their actions pleased Him, and their Domina.
“That’s so hot,” Channah moaned, scrambling around her husband to sit on his lap, facing him, and kiss him. “I never get tired of seeing it. Or of envying it.”
He roared with laughter. “Look who’s talking. Mmm…” he paused to kiss his wife back. “You brought them to me already caged and humiliated and pledged to your service, did you not? I’ve yet to meet the succubus who couldn’t domesticate an animal on sight.”
“But it’s so… effortless for you!” she protested, gnawing affectionately on his lip before pushing her tongue back against his.
After a moment he protested—his grin making his protestation unconvincing: “Sitting on my thighs, you’re making it much harder for our little wives to show their respect!”
“Good!” she murmured huskily, pressing herself up against his hardening member and bouncing on his thighs to send concussive shocks down his legs into her chattels’ faces.
“I’ll bet it’s every bit as good for them,” Miriam added wryly. “They know where they belong now. And it’s probably what they need, they’re such compliant little girls.”
Tearing herself away with a sigh, Channah backed off the bed and squatted down between her wives, feeling them, and crowed with delight, provoking laughter from her companions: “‘They shall lick the dust like a serpent.’ And they are most definitely trying to ‘move out of their holes like worms.’”
“So, Jacob,” Húanglóng snickered, rubbing his feet across his playthings’ eager tongues and lips, unable to completely conceal the enjoyment he felt from such an easy demonstration of his power, protracting it with casual conversation. “We have met before?”
Channah snorted, “Boaster,” as she rose back to her feet, idly kicking Penny’s little scrotum and watching her flinch and whine without pausing for one second in her devotions. “Incredible,” she hissed with disgust, shaking her head and going to the table where the girls had set the liquor, picking up a bottle of wine and offering refills to her companions.
“Come now, surely our girls should have a moment to acclimate to their new station before we put them back to work,” Húanglóng suggested loftily, as if he were doing them a favor, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Jacob answered. “I have had the honor of meeting you in Lytos, at your Palace of Indolence, upon the occasions of several anniversaries.” Channah’s and Húanglóng’s anniversary celebrations, held in Lytos primarily to make it likely he and the other dragon participants would show up, was one of the few occasions when demons from different hells interacted other than through political embassies. And although the guests were only dragons and succubae, the uniqueness of the event made it legendary in hell.
The Dragon King looked pleased. “Ah, yes, I remember you now. You enjoy chasing the dragon?”
“Everyone enjoys chasing the dragons, Master,” Jacob allowed.
“Ha ha, good answer! As everyone dreams of being visited by the succubae. I can see why you are invited, of course!”
“Not my conversational skills, I’m afraid, Your Majesty,” he admitted with a faint undertone that was difficult to place, but sounded almost ugly and hard.
Húanglóng raised an eyebrow, but didn’t care to pursue it, asking instead: “You’re a cambion?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, the son of the succubus Michal.”
“Of course,” he nodded, turning to George. “And you? You seem—new to me?”
“We have never met before, Your Majesty,” George responded. “I am George Manning, th-the carpenter at Duchess—er, Queen Channah’s Fensmere estate in Cambridge.”
Húanglóng’s eyes narrowed. “But surely, if your life and soul are safe from the succubae, you can’t be fully human?”
George looked surprised. “Yes, Your Majesty—I am! Or… I thought I was…”
“Hmm… also not invited for your conversational skills.”
“Your Majesty?” George asked uncertainly. “It—it’s an honor to have been invited—”
“Oh, dear.”
Channah, back by the sideboard, further fortifying the spiked wine by pouring what was left from the bottle she had used to refill everyone’s glasses into a flagon with a couple of fingers of spirits left in it, snorted and exchanged a wry glance with Esmeray before interjecting: “He’s the son of one of my very brightest operatives.”
“Really?” Húanglóng asked drily.
“Really. The woman who tutored the two, I can assure you, very-well-educated girls licking the dust and shit from the soles of your feet at this very moment, darling.”
“Really?” he looked surprised.
“Really, darling,” she assured him. “We all thought he was human, but George darling, tell him what happened to you when our whorish little Penny got you overexcited?”
“I, er—” George blushed. “Turned green.”
“More than just that, darling. He revealed himself as a dragon cambion. He might even be one of your great-something-grandsons.”
“Really?!” Húanglóng grinned, now interested and approving, clapping George on the shoulder. “Good lad! And I see you take after me in some ways!”
“I do?”
“Eh—in the ways that got you invited to this party!”
“Duchess Miriam said I would make a nice surprise for Her Majesty the Queen,” George admitted proudly.
“And you will!” Húanglóng encouraged him, patting him on the back reassuringly. And, seeing he was still not following: “We’re talking about the size of your cock, son! You’re a big chip off the old block. Succubae like a bit of demon cock now and again. Nobody likes to fuck where they eat all the time. Sometimes they like to focus on their own experience and just let go, instead of worrying about managing and corralling and consuming prey.”
“Oh,” George answered, turning red, politely continuing: “Thank you for explaining, Your Majesty.”
“Don’t fret,” Jacob interjected tightly. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Oh, I’ve always known my cock was—different,” George replied earnestly, forcing Jacob—who clearly knew his own place in the pecking order all too well—to look away until he could control his expression of derision.
“I’m sure you do, son,” Húanglóng exchanged a wicked look with Channah, but managed to suppress his reaction better than either Jacob or Channah, who was snickering as she moved back over to Penny, squatting down to rest on her metal cage, the burning warmth of her fireplace surely as obvious to her toy girl as the pressure she was exerting.
Sliding back and forth to tease the girl, and herself, she snapped: “Toes!” as she began purring and dripping the doubly-spiked wine onto Húanglóng’s toes so it rolled over and off them onto Penny’s worshipful tongue and into Penny’s adoring mouth. Penny, for her part, made Channah’s experience perfect by obeying her, choking and sputtering in shock at the strength of the brew, without interrupting her assigned task. “My love, as much as it may irritate me how easily seduction and domination come to you, I’m most grateful you have such a way of shutting up my little Meoto here.” Then she switched to her baby-talk voice: “That’s the way, little Meoto, shut up and drink up for Mommy, while you please your Daddy.”
“‘Meoto’?!” Húanglóng asked. “That’s… Korean?”
“Japanese. For effeminate chatterbox.”
“It’s very funny.”
“Particularly because it fits her to a ‘T-girl,’” Channah assured him. “A bigger blabbermouth you have never met. And yes, I mean including Lucifer!”
Húanglóng raised an eyebrow skeptically, then looked back down at Penance’s nearly-naked body under his foot, serving him. “Are you really a little blabbermouth, footsucker?”
Penny nodded earnestly, by now so far under the spell of Húanglóng’s powerful pheromones she could no more lie than disobey the dragon, or conceal her feelings from him. “Yesh, First Husbnd.”
“Don’t you think we’re past ‘First Husband’ by now, Meoto? You’ve been making out with my foot there for about five minutes now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more passionately in love with my foot. And that’s saying something.”
Channah smirked: “My girl has a bit of a thing for feet, darling. Among her other… many… delicious little quirks.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Penny agreed enthusiastically, as oblivious to the laughter all around her as any audience member tricked into participating by a stage hypnotist might be. “You’re right. This is soooo sexy! I love your big, strong, hard foot, Daddy.”
“Yeah? What do you like best about it?”
“It’s amazing,” she gushed. “I’ve never been so turned on by a man’s foot before. I don’t know if it’s the weight of it, Daddy,” Penny began babbling, slurring and pausing her words around the kisses and licks and sucks she was applying to every surface of Húanglóng’s foot she could possibly get her mouth on. “The weight of it, which reminds me how big and strong you are; or the hardness of it, which reminds me of how masculine you are. Or the smell of it, which is like… I don’t even know what it’s like, Daddy; but it’s—it’s earthy and musky and sexy and—”
“Whoa! You are a little chatterbox, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you will be, when I punish you for marrying my wife without my permission.”
“I’m—I’m really sorry, Daddy,” Penance admitted, suddenly her voice sounding contrite and wavering, almost as if she were about to cry. “I’m so sorry!”
“I’m sorry too, Daddy!” Chastity burst out, unable to stop herself. “We respect you so much, Daddy!” Chastity exclaimed.
“So much!” Penny agreed.
“This pathetic display is better than any theater!” Jacob snarked, expressing what many of those watching were feeling and triggering a ripple of laughter throughout the room.
“Humans!”
“Livestock!”
And the ultimate put-down: “Prey!”
“Which… actually… makes me wonder…” he looked around the room until he found who he was looking for and called her: “Is it—Esmeray?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she conceded, looking concerned.
“Come over here and sit by me.” He patted the bed just next to him.
Obediently, but without being able to fully conceal her reluctance, she rose and made her way over to him, trying to sit a foot or two away from him and stiffening to a porcelain rigidity when she felt his broad hand on her hip, effortlessly pulling her tight into his side, as he frowned in wonder. Even punch-drunk-love-drunk Penny and Chas would have sensed Esmeray’s fundamental discomfort and hostility if they could have seen or sensed anything beyond their master’s feet, or been able to conceive of resisting him. As it was, Esmeray’s strong reaction produced a ripple through the room, all of the succubae and their cambion immediately aroused with the narcotic-potent combination of their predatorial and sexual instincts her conflicted behavior aroused in them.
Esmeray felt her rage and resentment spiking and spiraling out of her control, trying her hardest to use the tricks she had taught herself over the years to maintain her calm despite her urge to lash out at him for ignoring her body language, her very identity and volition, so completely, a feeling she could only barely contain when it finally clicked with her that, far from being oblivious to her feelings—the usual problem with humans and demons alike—he was completely focused on them, and fascinated by them. Only that belated realization enabled her to accept it when he rested his hand over her nose and mouth.
“Be careful, darling,” Channah warned him. “She’s a powder keg. More of a volcano, really.”
“Oh, I can tell,” he nodded, clearly riveted by what he was seeing. “You’re… immune to me! To us—”
“To all demons. And humans.” She laughed: “And even pets, as far as I can tell, Sire,” Channah purred, still amusing herself on pathetic Penny’s body.
“This is incredible,” he wondered, meeting Esmeray’s angry, resentful, nearly-panicked eyes over the top of his hand, and suddenly, really recognizing how agitated a state she was in.
Hastily dropping his hands from her and raising them placatingly, he apologized smoothly. “I’m so sorry my dear… this is such a rare thing… and you’re an extreme case.”
“It’s all right, Your Majesty,” she forced herself to say, no one listening to her likely to believe she actually felt that way—not least because of how the moment the Dragon King released her, she popped up to her feet and moved back from him, regarding him as one might regard, well… a dangerous serpent.
“Does it surprise you, the reaction I produce in most hucows?” He asked, gesturing at the two adoring girls happy to be under his feet.
“Those two… weakling little perverts? Not as much as it would with normal huco—people,” she huffed, trying to breathe more slowly and deeply to calm herself. “But… yes.” And she managed to pack all he scorn of the world into that one single word. “Do they—’we,’ I suppose—all act like that around you?!” she asked, incredulously.
“Pretty much,” the Dragon King shrugged, indicating it was nothing; simply another day in his world. “All of them except for you. You’re quite… disagreeable. But I apologize for causing you stress nonetheless. I don’t like causing stress. I normally don’t.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Esmeray curtsied slightly, trying to express what she felt, which was that she actually appreciated what he was saying. It was a different kind of magic, the oldest in the world: simple courtesy and respect. But not something she had learned to expect from either humans or demons. Shrugging again, the Dragon King continued: “I prefer… getting along with people, the way I usually do.” Then, looking down at his feet, his voice dripping with contempt, especially at the contrast their behavior made with Esmeray, he asked: “Do you ‘girls’ even remember what it felt like to want to be a man?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” Penny assured him. “I want to be a man now!” And then, sounding despondent, heedless again of the roars of laughter from around her: “It’s still inside me always. I wish so much I could be a man and I’m so ashamed to be a little girl!”
“Every minute?” he asked, his eyes lighting a bit at the thought.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Every second of every day!” Chastity cried out her pain. “I like being a girl, a lot! Not like Penny. But at the same time I—I’m confused—I don’t know, I was supposed to be—maybe I am supposed to be a man—I wish I could just be a girl and be happy about it!”
“I’m not! I’d give anything to be a man! A big, powerful, sexy man women want and love. Just like you!” Penny moaned, licking and sucking furiously, practically losing herself in the act. “But I’m not what I want to be! I’m just not! I didn’t—I don’t want to be a girl. But I just am! A weak girl. I can’t help it! I’ve never been any good as a boy, I was never allowed—never deserved—to have my breeching ceremony, and all I can think about are women and how much I wish I could make love to them! But I can’t even get hard any more from normal sex.”
“You’ve never had ‘normal’ sex in your life,” Channah mocked her contemptuously, cutting her down as easily as a scythe sweeping through a field of flimsy wheat stalks.
“I mean—I mean to say—I’m so embarrassed, Domina! I mean…” she whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear, maybe not even wanting to hear it herself: “From touching myself.”
“You’ve touched yourself?! Like Onan?!” Channah roared accusingly, well aware she was leading a performance for the entertainment and arousal of her guests.
“In the dark, in my bed—yes, Domina. I’m so—I used to be so horny, thinking about women and their bodies, their hips, their bottoms, their legs, their feet—”
“And you can’t get hard anymore, can you?”
“Not—like that. Never when I’m in my cage. And now I—since you began training me—it seems I can only orgasm like a girl, when I’m on the bottom—”
“The receiving partner?” Channah suggested.
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered, covering her own eyes in shame without pausing in her ministrations to the Dragon King’s feet.
“Pathetic!” Channah spat, almost literally, touching herself with her free hand and hissing as if she’d touched fire.
“I know!” Penny started crying, without slowing down, grunting as Channah stepped on her cage and observed:
“Don’t lie to me, Penance. Don’t lie to your Daddy. I can feel how much you like being a girl.” She emphasized her words with more-aggressive, presumably quite painful, jabs and rolls and tugs on Penance’s little cage.
“I don’t, Domina, I’m sorry! I don’t!”
“Then why is your little clitty so hard?”
“It’s so awful! I—I can’t possibly say, Domina! Please don’t make me say it!” And then she whispered: “I don’t even want to hear it!”
“Oh-ho-ho, but I do. And I’m what matters, aren’t I, Meoto?”
“Yes, Domina, you’re all that matters. You and Daddy—”
“Tell me!” She demanded, working her toe in between her cheeks and up towards her little girl’s hole.
“I—I feel like… It’s hard to say it, exactly… I don’t even understand it!” She wept. “How can I explain it?”
“Just do your best, sugar bear. Trust us. Well—trust our experience. There’s very little we haven’t seen before and even less we don’t understand. Go on,” she encouraged her girl with her probing, teasing toe and her taunting tone of voice, finally getting what she wanted.
It came out as the quietest whisper: “I’m—I know I’m such a lowly worm, lower than dirt, it’s such a relief to just—to just be what I am I don’t know…”
But they most definitely did. The room roared and reverberated with cruel laughter as the vulnerable girl’s deepest and most-shameful truths came out.
“I told you you were a shit-eater, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Domina, but I didn’t understand it—”
“Do you understand now?”
“I don’t—maybe!” she howled in pain, before dissolving into sobs. “It’s so unnatural—I can’t—it can’t be that—I don’t understand…!” She bawled.
“But you’re beginning to,” Channah diagnosed her condition with a spiteful, liberating delight. “Don’t worry, my little Pleaser. We’re going to explore this in depth.”
“Sooo much depth!” Rivqah whooped delightedly.
Channah, barely able to contain her smile enough to keep talking, assured Peny: “You’re going to earn your name even better now, Pleaser, now that I can see better what I’m aiming it. I’m going to drag you through your misery and shit until you look like a muddy golem under my feet! It turns you on to be able to finally give up all that exhausting, hopeless, ineffective pride and hope and craving to be something more than you are, something you’re absolutely not, and just admit to us—show us—what a worm you are, doesn’t it?”
“I think so, maybe—Domina! I’m not sure—”
“Oh, I am,” she laughed richly. “And the better I understand you, the better I can tear you apart, sweetheart. Thank you for this key. Admitting who and what you are—to us, maybe even to yourself because only by admitting it to us, are you forced to face it yourself?—Doing that is what makes you happy because you can actually be yourself for once! What a relief that must be!”
“Oh, it is, Domina, it is! But it’s also—terrible—”
“It certainly is mortifying and, I’m sure, painful and humiliating. As it ought to be. Especially when you’re surrounded by big, real men like my First Husband and other fuck buddies here. But you just can’t help who you are, sweetie,” she mock-comforted her girl, reaching back to wrench her tiny scrotum painfully with one hand, as she put her other hand on her neck in a chokehold, demonstrating her mastery of her slave physically as well as mentally. “And nothing feels better than being who you really are, baby…” she cooed encouragingly, shivering with arousal. “Even though you fucking hate it, don’t you? I bet you’d give anything to be different—to be a man!”
“I do! I do so!” Penny bawled. I wish I could be like Daddy instead of like me.”
“Well… admit that to your Daddy, bitch. You’ll feel better. We’ll all feel better,” she chortled.
“Yes, Domina. Oh, Daddy, truly, I wish I could be like you—I wish I could be you, instead of me!”
Chastity wailed, starting her own waterworks: “Me too! YOU’RE a man my lord! You’re the real thing! I know I’m supposed to be like you, but I want to be a girl! I’ve always wanted to be a girl, for as long as I can remember! Ohh! I can never face my father again. Or my brothers! Not even my own mother!”
“I can’t even face myself!” Penny bawled. “I have to try sooo hard to remember I’m a girl and to act like I’m a girl and to accept my place as a girl and put up with so many pawing men who want to play with my body, especially now that it’s a girl’s body, when all I wish is that I’d been born with the spirit of a man! My hate my penis! I mean I love my penis but—but—but all it does now is remind me of what I’m supposed to be, and what a failure I am! Oh how I wish I could be like you!”
“Wait—now you think you can even compare yourself to me, little pussy?!” Húanglóng asked, sounding surprised but doing nothing to conceal the amusement and contempt he felt.
“I’m sorry! I apologize, Daddy!”
“Because you know you’re not a man, as disgraceful as that is? Is that right?”
“That’s right, Daddy,” Penny confessed, as both girls kept weeping and worshiping and working on pleasing their Master.
“Chastity, I understand,” Húanglóng allowed.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” Chastity gushed. “Thank you for understanding and tolerating me!”
“Shut up and stand up in front of me!” Húanglóng barked. “Penny, don’t you dare move or interrupt what you’re doing!” And the moment Chastity was on her feet in front of the Dragon, he grabbed her arm and yanked her across his left knee, pushing her neck down with his left hand and trapping her legs under his right knee before spanking her furiously, a staccato series of blows from his mighty hand that immediately reactivated all her bruised, oversensitized flesh and sent her into tears of pain, multiplying her misery and humiliation. “Dear,” Húanglóng smirked at his First Royal Wife calmly, not even breathing heavily, and without slowing down the motion of his hand. “I’m impressed. You’ve made mincemeat of these girls’ bottoms, haven’t you?”
“I surely have,” she admitted, guffawing with the rest of the room.
“They’re so blue! How weak they are, to have accepted that. I can’t imagine how you thought you could endure a week out here alone with them for company!”
“Honestly—now—I don’t either,” she admitted, standing and playing with herself, leaning forward over Chastity to make out briefly with her husband while their little side-piece took her spanking below them. “I should have known better. Fuck I’m so wet right now!” she admitted, straightening up and stepping back, teasing herself with one finger as she looked back and forth between one crying horny girl desperately worshiping her Master’s foot, and the other one helplessly being spanked like a two-year-old. “Wow.” She shook her head, appreciative and a little appalled. “Thank you for intervening on my behalf to save me from… this freak show, girlfriends!”
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CAUTION: Contains themes of sin and self-destructiveness some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning in Channah’s secret tropical paradise. An otherwise pleasant, fascinating, and companionable dinner ends with a sharp reminder of her wives’ status as her abject slaves—and heats up as Channah persuades Penny she was made and born to be the adoring slave of an evil bitch princess like her. NOW:
Penance’s surrender to Channah’s will, as always, followed her surrender to her own passions, which Channah commanded and orchestrated with the skill of a grand maestro. Soon, kneeling between Channah’s legs, on the floor before her seat, Penny, vulnerable and naked but for her bonds and slave tack, hugged her tightly with her face buried in Channah’s belly and crotch, kissing her through her dress and professing, over and over, her hopeless exaltation of and affection for a demoness Queen of Hell; while Chastity, Penny’s companion, similarly vulnerable, knelt behind Penny hugging Channah’s legs and Penny’s shoulders.
Recognizing opportunity when she saw it, and desire when she felt it, Channah gasped involuntarily, deliberately inflaming both girls’ already-alcohol-lubricated passions with her touch before daring the momentary interruption required to withdraw her hands, lift Penny’s shoulders slightly off her, and stagger to her feet, growling: “Come! Follow me, pup!” while grabbing Penny’s hair and pulling her mercilessly, forcing her to scramble in her hands and knees to keep up, with Chastity trailing like a lost pup behind her. Obediently crawling behind Her, on hands and knees over the hard stone floor, unable or unwilling to ask for or demand any better treatment, instead accepting the hard yanking of her hand gripping Penny’s long hair and setting an unreasonable, biped pace for her meek, servile, crawling slave, made Penny blush with the reality of how pathetic and abject a thing she had become for her pushy, demanding Master. She felt her cheeks burn with the shame of allowing herself to be degraded, and indeed participating in her own degradation, for her Domina’s glorification or simple convenience. And behind her, semi-neglected, trailing behind because she had nowhere else to go and just hoped for any stray attention she could get from either one of the deeply-entangled people her heart ached for, afterthought Chastity felt like the lowest and loneliest loser in the world.
Channah walked to a wide, comfortable lounge chair piled with pillows against a wall facing the garden, throwing a wide pillow practically large enough to be a mattress to the ground in front of the divan and dragging Penny to kneel on top of it before her as she plumped down with a pleased sigh onto the lounge proper, continuing to hold Penny’s hair in one hand, head tipped up to look straight at her, feeding her girl’s desire and whipping it to a frenzy through the connection between them. With her other hand, she swept the panels of her dress to the sides, snorting at Penny’s surprise and obvious arousal at suddenly facing her bare, warm body. “Both of you look,” she commanded, using her other hand to spread herself. “Look! Don’t be slow and make me interrupt us with a lengthy lesson. Penance, you know you are ignorant of all things female; even of your own new body. But I’m sure you want to learn, everything you can, don’t you honey?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny nodded earnestly, her eyes wide, miserably embarrassed at being called out on her inexperience, which she worried her two companions looked down on her for. As if they didn’t already have enough reason to despise her for her weakness and softness. But around her Domina, especially so close to her magnificent, warm body, the physical manifestation of she who Penny adored so much, she couldn’t even think straight. Like a planet shaken to pieces or a star shredded by a more-powerful, larger-gravity body in space, the tidal force of her was greater than Penny’s own sense of self, so overwhelming her in proximity, Channah destroyed Penny’s own ability to know herself, eclipsing her very identity with her greatness and splendor. Penny understood, as never before, that someone as ephemeral and insubstantial as herself could not even exist in such proximity to a greater existence; let alone shine or be seen in the light-shadow of her radiant, overwhelming magnificence. How, Penny marveled, could nothing resist everything when it negated and absorbed and outshone Penny’s very existence? Manifestly, it seemed to Penny, it could not; why would it even try? She felt almost that she shouldn’t exist, something as paltry and ghostly as she was; a mere shadow of her Domina. How dare she insult her goddess by even thinking of herself as something separate or unique? At the same time, as her very identity was occulted, her passions and awareness narrowed and sharpened, taking her first clear, fully-awed, considered look in full light at her Domina’s—or any woman’s—sex. Even as her conscious mind, such as it still was, tried to comprehend the holy shrine she had been given to gaze upon, what it was, what it meant, her animal brain and instincts raced into it at the speed of a galloping horse, shuddering and literally even salivating at the very sight of it whether she understood anything about it or not. She was barely even aware of how electrified she was by the faintest, faintest whiff of her aroused Domina’s orchid, and the moisture gathering like dew at the root of her. Penny’s eyes and lips fell slack and passive with a sense of connection and importance that overwhelmed them and rendered them as passive and accepting as Channah rendered Penny’s very soul.
Behind Penny, the sad nearly-forgotten shadow of her two companions, came Chastity. If Penny was pulled in too closely and tightly, Chastity was ignored; a distant planet, beyond even the orbit of Jupiter, not even visible to two sets of eyes locked upon one another. A lonely planet or asteroid with so little significance, it tumbled invisibly and undetectably in the unimaginable depth of space, wishing if only it could be embraced and torn apart by the tidal force of love! If Penny was shredded and annihilated by her union with Channah, Chastity felt the incomparable pain of irrelevance, so far removed from her own center of gravity she was neglected and might as well not even exist. But staring, helplessly and desperately, at the same Sun as Penny, each of them powerless and disempowered by their sun goddess in their own way.
The Sun was speaking, and her captive bodies hung helplessly on her very words: “So I know you will attend carefully and remember every word. Chastity—you are not such a stranger to women, but even so, people—especially young people like you’ve probably lain with before the succubae—are stupid and ignorant and dishonest, and sometimes they’re different from one another. So listen to me well because I will hold you accountable for knowing the truth, and what works for me—not whatever little bits of wisdom you may imagine you may have gleaned from your previous partners.”
“Yes, Domina,” Chastity agreed, swallowing nervously and understanding her message.
“Everything down here, every part of my body, like yours, is sensual and erogenous; and worthy of your reverence, just as every woman’s body is worthy of every male’s reverence. A woman decides what her body is. And I insist my body is sacred to all males. Sacred and profane, pure and filthy, consecrated and desecrated, all at once, perfect and balanced, all things I want it to be. For you, it will be heavenly and hellish but always sacred. You will never disrespect it or dishonor it. It will be a heavenly focus of your deepest dreams and desires and male spirit, as it is for all who desire women. Hellish enough it is for men, who I allow and indeed seduce to try and claim it, so I may damn them. Yet it will be even more hellish for you girls because with both of you, always, it will be for my pleasure only, with my most-special place: off-limits to every kind of pleasure you might desire to take from it, ever.” Licking her lips with pleasure at their pained expressions, absorbing and knowing the painful truth of her words, she continued to taunt them: “You will never ever enjoy this the way I routinely command, seduce, and even beg for men to enjoy it.” Both girls groaned desperately and sadly, practically flinching from the force of the truth. Her Truth, now theirs as well, their hopeless miserable devotion pleasing her more. “And for the two of you, it is more special still: sacred, because it belongs to your Domina, and your Domina is worthy of her title: a dominant, demanding bitch.” She shook Penny’s hair, a little roughly, jutting her jaw out, challenging her to object. “Just the way you like it, submissive little bitch. You see—” she indicated with her middle finger. “Pay attention! Here, at the bottom, this is the most unholy place where men go. To please me you will be expected to attend to every part of my body allowed to you with reverence and adoration; but you—your bodies—are and always will be denied access to this most sacrosanct space. This is for men. The most sensitive spot inside me, as Chastity may imagine she knows, is on the top of my passage, a little bit in. Every woman and succubus is unique, so you must always pay attention to your assigned Mistresses and Masters and learn them, exactly and intuitively, the way a musician learns her instrument. For succubae, because we are thrice blessed,” she smiled coquettishly, “the sensitive area stretches…” another smirk “much further. Neither of you will ever touch or see any part of it; and even if I allowed you to try, you wouldn’t be able to reach it with your little things.” Seeing their agonized but helplessly wanton expressions, she shuddered and groaned with satisfaction. “You miserable little losers. But you need to remember where things are in case I command you to fetch me a toy that can please me in the way you never could—” she snickered. “When you find the sensitive place, you will know, from my reactions. When you care for it and attend to it properly, you will definitely know. So remember to always be attentive to my reactions and commands, verbal or otherwise.”
“Yes, Domina,” they responded automatically, emotionless in response to her humbling words, but eyes never departing her demonstration, both of them breathing heavier when she moaned suggestively.
“You always have to start gently, outside on the skin, and then move in slowly towards the more sensitive places, unless I jump on you or tell you otherwise. Only once I—or your qahramanah, or anyone else you are required to service—is well-prepared and excited, should you consider using a toy here.
“This place—” she moved her finger slightly up “just above it, in the middle, Is my urethra. Sometimes girls like you have trouble finding it. But for you two girls specifically, who are to stay away from my most precious flesh, this is the closest you will ever get to it. Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly contemptuous toward my submissives and your weaknesses, I may use this on you. Or when an actual man is being rough with me, I may have to call you to clean me up as a side-effect of his attentions. At all other times, it is off-limits to you because it is too close. You may only touch it when I call you to attend to it.”
“Finally, here—” she raised her finger a bit more, to the top. “Is my tulip. Do you know what makes it so special?” And when neither girl had an answer, she continued: “It is the only organ of the human—or demonic—body devoted exclusively to physical pleasure. Your little parts—such as they are—play important roles in practical bodily functions, but my clitoris has only one job, and exists for only one reason: to give me pleasure. In these respects, it is like a sister to the two of you chastened girls. My pleasure should and must be your only imperative, your entire world. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Domina,” they nodded, Penny swallowing and starting to pinken a bit; while Chastity looked like all she wanted to do was to start practicing.
“It will be the center of your attentions when I allow you the privilege of worshiping me. You should eventually—not at first, but eventually—make this your sole and total focus. Again, you will know by my reactions when you are worshiping the right place, and when you are worshiping it with the skill and reverence that it deserves. Do you see?” And when Penny started to nod, before either of them could say anything, she growled: “Then kiss me properly, slave,” using her grip on Penny’s hair to pull her in tight.
Her other hand was now free; and she raised it toward Chastity’s face. Sniggering at the girl’s nearly-crosseyed expression, Channah put the same fingerbetween Chastity’s lips. “Can you taste me, villain?”
“ymph,” she answered, nodding reverently.
“Stand up and hand me the oil from the table. Good girl. Now spread your legs apart… mmmm…. And shuffle forward. Come on! Closer. Don’t be shy, work your way forward, right over your girlfriend, until your knees are pressed between her rib cage and my knees. Penny!” she barked, trying to contain her laughter. “Don’t you dare stop! No matter what you may feel or hear happening up here. Do you understand, girl?”
“Yms dmmn” she nodded vigorously, her voice muffled and garbled.
“What did I tell you? Or have you forgotten already? When you are servicing me that gorgeous tulip becomes the epicenter of your world! The meaning of—for—your life! Now show me what a good and serious student you are while we play up here. Don’t tell me you think there’s some better use to which we could put your tongue or your time? Is that what you’re suggesting?! That I’m wrong?!”
“Nmn dmnh!” came an urgent yelp, as Channah reached down and swatted each of Penny’s bruised cheeks playfully, but sharply.
“You’d better not!” she huffed bossily, just before twitching and grunting with a gasp. “Better! Keep at it!”
And then, with a devilish look up at Chastity, she reached forward and expertly removed her most-restrictive item of tack, enjoying Chastity’s amazed and delighted gasp, and the sudden look of excitement in her eyes. Without breaking their eye contact, Channah—using her legs to squeeze Penny in place—played with Chastity with one hand, -0and poured oil all over her, careless of the oil dripping down onto Penny’. “Three guesses where this is going, lover.”
“Penny?” Chastity answered hoarsely.
“Oh no don’t you dare move or even pause!” Channah barked down at Penny, laughingly, raising her legs and folding them over Penny’s back, driving her high heels into the girl’s flesh like spurs to a horse, even as she shifted her hips forward a bit under Penny, ooching to the very edge of the lounge and getting more comfortable. Returning her attention to Chastity, she answered as if surprised: “Well of course!” Channah laughed sharply. “We both know what a protesting little prude Penny likes to pose as, but have you ever seen her react like one?”
“Of course not. She’s a girl! Just like she’s always wanted to be! Now I can’t reach anymore—” she handed Chastity the bottle. “Slather this everywhere. Be generous! Oh! That’s good, Penny!” She waved her hand at Chastity, nestling back on the pillows piled behind her so she was half-sitting, half reclining, and relaxed, pulling open her dress and touching her body as she stared into Chastity’s eyes. “Mmmm…. This all feels sooo good,” she purred, arching her back just a bit. “Well go on! I want to see the show! Wait—hand me that cup of pineapple!” And when she had it, she picked up a slice with two delicately-curved fingers and pushed it sensually into her mouth: “Mm! Good! Showtime!”
The moment Chas’s hand touched Penny, the younger girl bucked in surprise and Channah laughingly bullied her again: “Don’t pretend you’re a virgin, girlie! Or that you don’t enjoy this! We’ve both seen the proof otherwise! And besides, you should be too busy thinking about your duty to me for you to be worrying about what’s going on behind you! Show me—show us—you want this by spreading your knees out wide like a good little bitch. Go on! I’m going to be veeerryy disappointed if—yes!” she interrupted herself, clapping with delight, to see Penny’s knees move and sharing a conspiratorial glance with Chas as she raised the bottle of oil high in the air and tipped it to drop a thin stream of oil to spatter below.
Under them both, concealed from them by Channah’s skirts, Penny felt her cheeks burn with humiliation as she spread her legs for her best friend at the command of her master: not from a proper manly rage at the suggestion, or outrage at being forced to do something against her will, but from the utter embarrassment and shame of voluntarily—willingly—surrendering her own power and autonomy and dignity to her Mistress by spreading herself in this way. And the absolute certainty that Channah’s sex was so sweetly overwhelming, her skin so soft and fragrant, her personality so forceful, and Penny’s feelings of desperation and adoration so powerful, that Penny would willingly—eagerly—do much more than this for her. That Penny could not imagine, in this second, anything she would refuse to do for her Domina. And in that moment, Penny, to her shame, knew and understood what it meant to be a lowly, hopeless, irredeemable slave, defined and limited by the status assigned and allowed to her by her Unholy Master.
“Good girl,” Channah praised Penny with the tone and excess cheer one used in addressing a pet, making circles with her fingertips and purring. “Such a good girl… and your mouth!… oh, Penny, I think you’ve got a talent for this…. Chas, silly girl, take your time! I want to see your hand massaging that oil into Penny’s soft skin and spreading it “Mmmm! Yeah, just like that, slow and sensual… it will make Penny hotter, too! Oh! Penny, baby, I’m so hot… a little harder and slower]—ungh! Chas, honey, slip your fingers in Penny first, running them like tongues around the inside! Help spread her for you like a flower begging a wasp to make it give up its nectar! Yes! Just like that, Pleaser… oh, baby, that’s the way to earn—and own—your nickname…. Now, stay focused on me, keep your mind and your body calm and relaxed, a meditative and worshipful state, that’s what I want for you right now! Meditative and worshipful and passive and open and perhaps most importantly of all, accepting! It’s not enough to not-resist us, slave! You need to invite and welcome and actively admit us! Join in our domination with your own submission to prove your loyalty and devotion with every breath! Be as active and enthusiastic in your submission as we are in our domination! This is what I expect and in fact, demand for you!”
“Meanwhile, allow Chastity to focus on you and do whatever she wants—and I want her to do—with your body. It’s Chastity’s job to pleasure you both; but it’s your job to pleasure me, all the way, with all your heart and soul! Your job is so important, but so simple, I’m going to leave you to it and trust you, baby, trust you to keep your mind and your heart on me, no matter what your sisterwife and me are doing to your sweet, soft little body. You’re hardly going to feel her back there after the last two days so don’t even pretend to be distracted from your duties! Can I trust you, Pleaser? Can I trust you to love me right? To make me your top and only priority and ignore all those naughty, dirty little feelings Chastity and I are giving you down deep in your belly?”
“Yexshnm dmnuh!” Penny managed to sob without any appreciable interruption in the performance of her duties.
“Actually, fuck! Fuck! That’s—ah!—not enough! Penny, that’s not all I want from you! I want all of you, every bit of you—your body and your soul! While I treat you like a rented mule. I need—I demand!—your complete and total surrender, Pleaser, in return for my utter contempt. Give it to me, your total and complete devotion—your damned worship!—while I use you up for my pleasure like the evil bitch I am! Can you do that? Will you do that, for me?!” And whispered, cruelly and most passionately of all: “Isn’t that—amn’t I—what you want? Everything you’ve ever wanted?”
Penny wanted to shake her head at the sheer preposterousness of Channah’s words! The absurdity! They were mad!She was mad to imagine—to think—Penny couldn’t even believe the effrontery of this—this wicked demoness—to even give word to what her fevered, diseased, cursed mind imagined. What she asked…. It wasn’t right. Penny knew this! Anyone even hearing what she said would know it. And it was so stupid! Because—because—
Penny was already kneeling between her legs, under her legs, as eagerly as a stray dog who felt she had finally found a home, free to do so precisely because she had forgotten herself! Allowed—no, to be honest, striven to let herself—forget who she was and who she expected herself to be—what God had once hoped for her.
Tears stung her eyes at the cheek! It was… Penny realized, as she breathed in and through the powerful, intoxicating smell of Channah’s hot, sweaty body, her tired tongue sore from all her worship and devotions, her own tiny, inadequate bound thoughtlessly in steel, aching and crushed by Channah’s casual mechanical cruelty while both Penny’s partners expected to—were—taking and using her body for themselves, for their own pleasure and satisfaction, at Channah’s command, while Penny was given nothing except insults and orders…
Penance wanted to scream. Had she not even changed who she was, altered her very body, shaped her very identity, to match and please this temptress?! It was, in a word, unnecessary to ask her this! To ask her to give it a name, to describe it—to hold up the unfairness and the atrocity and the scandalous, scandalous disgrace and wrongness of it to the light for everyone—especially the smug and privileged taker Channah—more especially the stupid, weak, needy, desperate girl who couldn’t even remember who she used to be or what her name had been before, because it felt so distant when she was here where she belonged and needed to be—to see and have to face it!
It was… so unnecessarily and deliberately cruel!
That was the outrage of it! The evil genius of it… Making her weigh, and hate, and consciously, verbally, in the presence of others in the last but lingering light of day, choose the outrageousness and unfairness of her demand! Who—who would be so vile as to ask? And—she knew. She knew, the even bigger and more-obvious question as: who would be so wretched as to give—such a thing?
Penny paused her worship just long enough to bellow and roar like a gored ox, in a terrible, wounded, outrageous-realization-of-dying kind of way, as she felt the pain of Channah’s rapacious needle push through her soul, tearing it to pieces and turning it into some trophy like a pelt. And felt simultaneously, the release of it: the soaring freedom, the peace of surrendering to her better, admitting, most of all to herself, that Channah was her better; and crucially, that she was nothing, that of course she wanted to let go of everything she had been and thought she could have been or should have been, because who wanted any of that? And knowing… knowing the awful truth of it that a proper man, or even a proper woman would never have to face:
She.
Was.
Damned.
By.
Love:
Her own fierce and passionate heart, torching and overwhelming her own weakness and desire.
It was just a fact.
She knew it.
Channah obviously knew it, a thought that still hurt, to imagine what contempt she must feel when she looked at or thought of Penny.
And so what, if Channah was making her own it? Using her own grubby hellish fingers to stuff her vile shit into Penny’s mouth, filling it and overwhelming her, every one of her senses rebelling and collapsing in Penny’s utter failure of will and self, knowing, God help her—no, nothing could help her, least of all herself: Knowing, worst of all, she wanted to choke down the demonic filth of what Channah was feeding her and only. forcing her to take to make her confront the truth of them both, and how and why they went together so perfectly.
She felt Channah gasp, the two of them so connected her better top half understood, immediately and completely, the significance of Penny briefly dropping her mouth further, before returning to the place she had been commanded, dissolving back into tears again, her natural and wretched state before—no, beneath—this—this fucking cunt—that made her tongue feel all the sweeter and more tender to her demoness-goddess’s electrified flesh: “Yes, Domina! You fucking cunt! You evil fucking bitch!” She screeched. She wailed. She screamed and wept: “I do! I will! I give myself over to you utterly! I SURRENDER! Use me, please use me, I beg of you never stop using me, Domina!”
And the second she said it, Channah was gushing and roaring, her eyes rolling up in her head and the whole world dimming around her as she reeled with a delirium near losing consciousness, and delivering her own merciless, devastating answer that would have been disjointed rambling to anyone other than her own heart and lower half that in matters of the two of them, knew her as well as she knew herself: “Oh! You’re—you know you’re—the fucking bitch, girl—boy—you piece of shit! Yes! MINE! Body, mind, and soul! Iiiieeee! The things I’m going to make you accept—you—you—you fucking know it, don’t you, you perverted little cunt? You’re the cunt, you fucking little shit-eater! Now, Chastity darling! Seize your heart’s desire! Take what you want! Ah haa haa haa…..” her cries faded into sensual, almost stereotyped moans as her mind and body floated further and further apart, without losing the vitality of their complete connection, ecstatic in the knowledge of the completeness with which she had destroyed, absorbed, possessed, and owned the pretty, pliant, pathetic thing down between her legs.
And made her victim acknowledge and in fact proclaim it!
There was simply nothing left in the world, not in this moment, not for the two of them, not in that tiny point of space where she and Penance had merged and collapsed from two separate beings into a single dynamic.
Channah hung there, at her plateau, for an impossibly long time. At some point, around the same time her girls reached their own climaxes, Chastity wailing, Penny just sobbing and shaking her own head in disbelief, Channah drifted back to herself long enough to realize she was crying. Her cries of passion had morphed into tears of joy and freedom and letting go of everything because none of it mattered. Nothing else mattered for now.
With a cry of a satisfaction and completeness she may never have quite experienced before, she finally kicked the pillows off the divan and rolled onto her side. “Get up here!” she barked. “I demand it! The—your—Osculum Infame, cunt!” Delighting to hear the shocked sound Penny was able to make even as low as she was, to accept and embrace that, so far from the devoted little good girl she had once been, how far she had fallen in just a matter of days under Channah’s relentless, rapacious influence. “Damn yourself with your own degradation. I want my true bitch, my little demon-slut, the one who knows how thoroughly she has given herself to the Queen of Hell, to give me her Kiss of Shame!”
And she was not surprised—her girls were not surprised, least of all Penny—to find that it was Penny who instantly, almost without a thought, almost desperately, scrambled up on her divan behind her—below her—to yield and throw herself into it, knowing she was the one, and that this was her unholy office.
For no reason other than to give it even more force by spelling it out, for Penny’s abandon was already complete, she growled: “That’s it, you utterly-damned loser. Pull apart my buttocks, sink your face between them into the cleft of my ass, and worship my unholiest of roses! NOW! And you! My afterthought—afterbirth—of a sisterwife, get behind my dirt-eater and use your own tongue to lubricate her the same way she is soothing me, so you can sodomize her again, double-damning both of you while she seals her pact and status! And bitch-Penny, don’t you dare stop licking and kissing until I’m snoring and your little friend has spent herself again!”
Feeling Penny’s abject, villainous tongue, pushing against and slighty into her, as much as the girl could manage with her inadequate human tongue, Channah shuddered with another, entirely emotional orgasm. “That’s right. That’s right. No—that’s wrong. You’re wrong. As bent and twisted as a White Mulberry tree—a fucking corkscrew! You’re—we’re—so – bloody – wrong! You filthy, vile, dire, nasty little boys. Don’t you dare wash yourselves until I give you permission. I want you to sleep and think and feel and in Penny’s case, literally breathe me, breathe the stink of your own filth, and mine, all night!” Stretching her legs out and curling them behind her on the long divan where Penny lay, she enjoyed feeling Penny’s soft warm skin and breath pressing up against her backside and the backs of her legs, with the counterpoint of cool, hard steel pressing into the soles of Channah’s feet like some obscene tease or promise.
Sighing with what she realized must be happiness, the demoness jiggled her foot, a thoughtless, nervy twitch to her, but pure torture to her victim, against Penny’s cage, rattling it and shivering it over the tightly-constrained flesh within it, imagining how tightly Chastity’s face must be pressed up against Penny’s backside in turn, feeling Penny stiffen and hearing her gasp as she briefly felt the same devotion she was giving to her Mistress.
“Is your little cage sticky and wet, slave?” she whispered, smiling, her smile widening at Penny’s murmured, delirious, ashamed response:
“Yes, Domina. Goddess. Bitch-Goddess!”
“I thought so,” she smirked with contemptuous satisfaction, melting into the feeling and the thought, her words slowing and becoming disjointed as she began to sink into her sensual, rapacious, revivifying kind of sleep. “After I’m welland truly asleep, deep and still, miles from here ranging the world, Penny can lie behind me, back-to-back with her head against my ass; and each girl can kiss the mess between the other’s legs before you fall asleep. I want you both good and crammed between my back and the cushions against the wall, without polluting a single inch of me with your obscenity.” And she fell, gently and slowly as a babe in a swaddling blanket, into dreamland with the soft, wet, pleasant lapping of Penny’s tongue on her dirty rosebud, and the slight sensation of Penny’s face being pushed and pulled against her by Chastity’s own desperation.
2017 07-09 What’s that wiggly thing doing between your legs?2018 07-09 But why did you bring Mr. Wiggles here to paradise?2019 07-09 Sweetheart, I’ve been here since the beginning. Why did she bring YOU?!2020 07-09 This one watches Miss Kate’s profile on DA2021 07-09 This one watches Miss Kristine’s profile on DA
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PREVIOUSLY: After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited. NOW:
Channah continued to drift, counterclockwise, in the pool, around the rock surface the girls were lying on together, under Penny’s left leg, to their left sides, leaning close to encourage Chas: “Good girl! Such a loving and attentive partner!” Chastity shuddered as Channah’s hand swept over her shoulder blades and up and down her back. “Now Penny, I see you’re being a good girl too, letting your face be so full and busy. She’s a little bit bigger than you, isn’t she? Don’t worry, you can take her… you can take much bigger, I’ll show you. Maybe tomorrow. But you have an unfair advantage here, don’t you?” She paused for effect. “Because Chastity’s dirty little secret—or maybe her beautiful little secret—is you. You could lie there like a sack of potatoes and she’d be the happiest girl in the world because she loves you…. What can you do with that? With a partner who loves you? Show them how much you love them back, of course! Put your arms all the way around Chastity’s hips and hug them tightly with all your might! Bend your arms so you can be playful and loving at once. Now, girls, and fortunately for both of you, Chastity will have to take the lead here since she’s on top—that feels natural, doesn’t it?—Chastity, when I tell you to, you’re going to rise up on your knees, put your hands around Penny’s cheeks so you can put your hands right on her bottom, and you’re going to yank her as hard as you can towards you, while Penny, you’re going to raise your shoulders and push back with your feet. Do you girls understand?”
Reaching Penny’s head, she moved her right hand under Penny’s right arm and her left as close to Penny’s left arm as she could without letting go of Chas. “One… two… three!” She helped, lifting and pulling on Penny’s underarms as the girls slid her a good half-foot backwards so her head was barely resting on the rock before returning her left hand to Chas’s sweet skin. “Now, Chastity baby, I want you very sensuously to crawl forward over Penny until you’re resting on her breasts like big soft pillows—” she smiled as Chas groaned “—and you’re nestled right in there. Oh, that’s a good girrrl,” she praised Chas’s efforts. “Now, hug one another tightly—show your love! Chas, rest your weight entirely on Penny, each girl squooshing down the other. Do you feel it? How they spread out and press against both sides when you do that like a… vise? A fist? What am I thinking of?” She snickered as they groaned. “Penny, lift your legs up off the ground, don’t be lazy—never be lazy in bed, not when you’re the agent provocateur—and rest your heels against her shoulders.”
Channah moaned, drawing out her words more and more, letting her voice pulse into a regular, almost hypnotic cadence, putting passion and feeling into every syllable. “That’s the way. Isn’t that hot?”
“Yes!” Chastity almost wept, and Penny just made a whining sound.
“Bouncy, bouncy. You’re both so soft and tight, roll-ing against one another, pressing so haaaard against the sensitive flesh…. Up, and down…. How does that feel, girls? How long have you been waiting for THIS without even knowing it?!?!”
“All my life!” Chastity roared, unable to stop herself, proclaiming her truth to the sky. She nearly wept: “I’ve wanted this as long as I can remember!”
“Well… I stand corrected! I guess at least one of you did know,” Channah giggled. “And I bet that makes you feel good and loved, doesn’t it, Penny sweetie?” She moued in affirmation, nodding her head. “Then show her how good she makes you feel! Kiss her, right there, that’s a girl.” She didn’t even have to suggest Chastity imitate Penny; she had required no invitation.
Having circled all the way around to their right side by now, she had an ideal ringside seat as she coaxed them towards the finish line, her voice low and hoarse: “They’re sooooo soft, aren’t they? They’re purrfect… Perfect to love you…. Perfect how they wrap around and squeeze you—OH! Oh my!” She yelped, affecting to sound surprised and genuinely feeling delighted and superior, as the girls simultaneously started shuddering, making intense faces and incoherent gurgling noises. They shivered and quivered, their motions flaring up and settling down, crying and moaning, for more than a minute… even longer.
Channah waited, quietly and composed, from her vantage point to their side, floating, fully relaxed, in the water, waiting for them to finish and for… here it came… although she appeared relaxed and calm on the outside, she could scarcely contain her glee and her anticipation, waiting….
For her girls to finally gather up the courage to face her, turning their heads shamefacedly and finding her quietly shaking her head.
“I’m sorry!”
“We’re sorry!”
“We didn’t mean to—”
“‘Didn’t mean to?’ ‘DIDN’T MEAN TO?!’” she asked incredulously, pouncing on the poorly-chosen phrase. “You two couldn’t have been more deliberate and intentional, could you? COULD YOU?!”
“No, Domina.” They dropped their chins and their eyes, as ashamed girls ought. “I sat here and watched you both. Never have two girls use their hands and their mouths and every other part of their bodies with more purpose and energy!” She was loving their humiliation and shame, the self-doubt and confusion in their eyes, as she gave the explanation to things they couldn’t possibly understand because they didn’t have enough knowledge. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—for purposes of our mission, I’m really glad I’ve been successful in teaching you girls to want men. Well, male, at least. Boy-parts. But for our honeymoon, it’s a little disappointing. I’d hoped to spend the week as myself, a girly girl, but it’s obvious you’re going to need me to be your big alpha male.” She shrugged, raising a questioning eyebrow. “That is, if you need me for anything?”
2014 07-08 Channah muses on all the ways she can make the girls regret their frivolity…2015 07-08 I am SO going to make you bitches regret this2016 07-08 If you flirts are looking for attention… you’ve gotten mine
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PREVIOUSLY: After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath. NOW:
“Ohhh, yesss,” Channah hissed with pleasure, sniggering as Penny jumped with surprise to feel her Castile soap dripping right down the line of her cleft, as Channah’s hands moved higher on Penny, getting soapier and slipperier as they moved over her sensitive places, all the little crevices and mounds around the spot her legs came together. Timing her actions carefully, Channah let her fingers dance around until the moment was near, and then plunged in as she used the twister.
Suddenly Penny screeched in alarm: “Domina I’m going to—” and then she squealed, as high and urgently as a piglet, as she jumped and jerked.
Channah couldn’t help herself: She burst out laughing, then laughed even harder when Penny half-rolled over and started apologizing, her face as scarlet as a bloody flag. “You didn’t even realize that was about to happen, did you, Princess? Lillith and Cain you’re eighteen! But you do respond, don’t you? Oh my, you’re even redder,” she waved to signal her inability to speak for a minute, as the two humiliated girls stared at her. When she could finally continue, she panted: “I want to be mad at you two, and I will be, and I assure you, I will punish you for spoiling my plans, but you’re both hopeless. Hopeless!” She gestured at Penny again and said: “Go on! You know what to do! Proper girls don’t make messes everywhere!”
Looking horrified, Penny hesitated.
Forcing herself to be serious for a moment, Channah slapped Penny, feeling her own arousal bubble up. “Here.” She slid her fingers over Chastity and—stilling Penny with a look as she raised her hand again—rubbed it all over her, watching the combination of sheer terror and surreptitious, guilty excitement spread over her face, reflecting her immediate understanding. “That’s only fair.” Sploshing around to Chastity’s side again, she commanded: “Let’s teach you girls a new position. Chastity, wiggle your bottom down to the very edge of the rock so there’s not even anywhere for you to rest your feet. Go on, lift them in the air, you little pansy. That’s a girl. And Penny, crawl over here and turn around with your knees at the other end of the rock so you’re each facing one another’s beautiful new body parts. And Penance Batonnoir, if you hesitate one second with your falsle modesty, I’ll make the second day of your honeymoon a misery I promise you!”
She snorted with satisfaction and amusement as they fell on one another, quickly focused enough on what each of them was doing and feeling, they hardly noticed her climbing out of the pool to collect their chakra cages. Moments later, when she returned, Chastity was moaning and Penny was shivering, her body and her closed eyes betraying the passion she was too shy to express out loud. “Mm… that’s hot!” she assured them both, resting her elbows on the side of the rock by their side and enjoying herself for a few minutes. “You’re much more sensitive there than you used to be, aren’t you, darlings? That’s what it’s like to be a woman. Now let’s put Penny where she belongs—on her back. Start by switching positions.”
She enjoyed the wariness in their expressions, loving that she had the capacity to cause them both concern and arousal at the very same time, reflecting their clear understanding of her power over them, of her willingness to push them beyond their comfort zones, and of her wicked capriciousness. “Now crawl forward, Chastity, so each of you can help the other undo what Penny did. Mouths only! Don’t be shy! Not that Chastity will be,” she laughed at the back of her throat, watching Chastity practically attack her sister, something she had obviously been dying to do for ever and ever. Channah knew her girls, and knew it was Penny who would need her encouragement. So she gave it, stroking Penny’s hair with her left hand and snaking her right hand around the back of her thigh. “Go on, girl, you need to clean it all. I’m not going to let her move until you’re done.”
It didn’t take long for both girls to become lost in their work, each of them encouraging the other to float farther away from the world of accountability and causation to the floating world where only they existed. Incredibly, she saw both of them reacting again, helpless enough before their own hormones, reinforced and leveraged by Channah’s roguish assistance. Massaging both girls with her skilled, talented, experienced, and—oh, yes—magic hands, Channah made a subtle change to the energy flowing through them all, feeding the girls something different from what she usually sent them. It was a subtlety she didn’t usually bother with, blending the pure arousal with a yearning to care for their partner, feeding on the girls’ real and close friendship; and spiked with something akin to a narcotic, cutting them loose from their senses and gentling their logical engines so they tapped deeper into their—particularly Penny’s—subconscious desires. “Oh, yes, I’m going to have to punish you two for being so easy but… I do like to watch, especially when I’ve trained my subs to perform new tricks. And even more especially, when I love them. If this is how you naughty girls want to spend our honeymoon, putting on adult performances for my pleasure, I’m fine with it. But I will take my pleasure from you both, however I like,” she added, somewhere between a promise and a threat. “What perfect little jawari you two are going to make,” she gushed. “You have to be observant and attentive to be a good lover, girls. Chastity, have you been paying attention today?” She began, taking her time, and floating around to watch the top of Chas’s head moving, careful to keep her hands on them, one on each girl, the whole time. The three of them together were enough to make a circuit, one current running through Chastity, then to Penny, and finally back into her; the other running the other way, the two together producing a raw and almost-but-not-quite distressing sensation that heightened the intensity of her pleasure. “Ohhhh…. She groaned, allowing herself to enjoy the powerful sensation. “Think, my rebellious little…” she laughed throatily, hitting on the perfect. Name to both diminish and sexualize Chastity, with just enough truth to make it hurt. “… bimbo. Think hard, sweetie! Use your little noggin! You can do it! What does Penny like? Wait—do you need a hint, silly girl? What does she respond to, more than anything? What is it she just can’t control herself when she experience—” Channah laughed to see it as Chas finally understood, running her fingers over Penny’s soapy hindquarters. With a thought, Channah decided Penny’s twister should help her feel more every time a lover became intimate with her, shivering to hear Penny immediately start to moan.
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap, busted and broken in by Kadidia, who is now working Chastity over. NOW:
Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose. Well, she dangled almost like a joey or a child, if its hands were still tied behind its back, and instead of a protective pouch, leather straps binding her in place to Kadidia, but leaving her helpless and her nude body exposed.
“What’s happening?!” Chas wailed, and Penny looked back over her shoulder, eyes widening to see her friend staked like a prisoner of Vlad Dracul, her legs spread out and flailing as if the sheer volume of extra flesh inside her was forcing them outwards. Mouing in panic, she swallowed and buried her head back down on Esmeray’s lap obediently, even frantically, as if she might be able to crawl inside Esmeray completely and thereby protect and conceal her vulnerable, wide-open body instead of waiting compliantly and uncovered for whatever Kadidia was inclined to do to her.
“Didn’t you hear your Domina?” Kadidia asked Chastity. “We’re going to see if you’re actually interested enough in your little friend and whether her acceptance of you, will allow your transformation! But because you’re both operatives and pathetic jawari of the succubae, neither of you will be in the driver’s seat. I will. I will be your puppeteer and you’ll be nothing more than my sock-puppet, your shape and rigidity entirely defined by me.”
Laughing, she knelt back down behind Penny, massaging Chastity’s oily skin, and laughed: “Let’s get this where it needs to go before anything happens to it.” Shoving her hips forward, she drove the impaled young man forward, bringing all three of them into connection. Penny squealed as she felt the activity behind her and Kadidia barked at her: “You can do better than that, little girl. Beg like you’ve been panting for Chastity your entire life! Encourage your friend! If you love her, and want her dream to come true, instead of disappointing the succubae, you’ll whine like you did for your Domina.”
“Oh noo!” Penny squeaked in embarrassed horror, eliciting laughter from Kadidia and even Esmeray before she made a couple of choking, gasping sounds and finally managed an unconvincing: “Have me, Chas! Go on, girlfriend! Have at me, please!”
The succubae laughed uproariously and Kadidia bellowed: “More! Come on, show some spirit, Penny! You’d make granite wilt! Call your lover like a siren! Beg for her!”
“Oh! Chastity, baby!” Penny shrieked, digging deep to try and remember every filthy, explicit, outrageous epithet and cry she had heard over the extreme, intense past three days: “C’mon, baby, take me, damn you, you hot sexy bitch!”
“Penny!” Chastity half-gasped in shock, half-cried in passion. “PENNY! Do you—do you really mean it?”
“Of course,” Penny sobbed. “You silly girl. Don’t you know how badly I’ve wanted to feel close to you, that way, again—ever since the first time? I wanted it so badly—I wanted YOU, your lips, your arms Chastity! For so long I’ve felt like I couldn’t even tell my best friend how much I wanted to be closer with her!” Penny began thrusting her hips like a whore, bucking and rubbing against Chastity as hard and as quickly as she could.
“Oh, Penny!” Chastity wept, her passion accompanied by sharp pain as she was flung violently, forward and back, against the harness holding her, her arms aching from their position, her tight bonds, and the rough physics of being used as a bouncy doll with your arms twisted up behind your back and a ship’s mast filling your nethers. “I’ve wanted you for so long!”
“Then prove it!” Penny screamed the challenge, bawling uncontrollably again, surrendering all for what little she could give her friend. “Prove it! Fill me up! Come on, Chas, like she’s doing to you! If you’re going to send me to hell, Chastity—you better make this the ride of your life—no, of my life! The best fuck any little girl has ever been given! Make me yours, Chas, make me yours!”
Chastity shrieked and kicked as she came, obviously finding Penny more than convincing enough, shouting and weeping and apologizing and finally just moaning and murmuring things no one could make any sense of except that she probably truly did love Penny.
Kadidia gasped, straightening up, pulling Chastity off Penny in the process, putting her hands on Chastity’s nipples and roughly playing with her chest as it turned into a lovely pair of breasts and at the same time, feeling her buttocks and hips expanding and pushing in and back on her pelvis as Chastity morphed into a woman in her arms, between her legs, and before her eyes.
Laughing and roaring like a lion, she growled: “That’s a first… I don’t get too many of those anymore!” Reaching forward with one hand, she seized Penny’s hair and dragged her up and onto her back, enjoying her look of shock and alarm with just a little gasp of passion as she forced her down until her shoulders touched the stone, still kneeling and obviously uncomfortable. “Work me, sissy! Before I wear your little friend out!” And then she moved forward, making Penny’s whole world turn dusky and musky and overwhelming and all-enveloping. Swatting Penny, eliciting a satisfying yelp and a prolonged sob as the girl tried to shield her most-sensitive bits, she amplified: “You heard me—“ and then she sighed, enjoying Penny’s response, until—not long afterwards—her growling noises rose into an even louder roar, as, for the third time that ominous day, the vicious cycle of lust and torment triggered an unholy release of power.
Finally, Kadidia fell forwards, ignoring the cheering and excitement of the other succubae, using the girls as her cushion as she collapsed on top of the two smaller girls, pancaking them under her and enjoying her leisure as they whimpered and gasped for breath under her much-greater weight.
1913 06-116 Sissymaker Kadidia shows off her new toys1914 06-116 Girls’ first post-makeover portrait1915 06-116 Master makes her girls feel giddy and embarrassed1916 06-116 Their moment of clarity: Broken girls first start to beg for heavier control
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap while Kadidia presses up against her. Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia. NOW:
“No, no!” Penny, not seeming to know she was moaning passionately, tried to shake her sweat-soaked oily head with Kadidia’s enormous hand around her, still kissing and making out with Kadidia, the counterpoint between their sweet, gentle, loving kisses and Kadidia’s invasion of Penny so intense Kadidia felt herself gathering to finish already.
“That’s not what your body is saying, lovergirl,” Kadidia murmured, using her hand—well, a couple of fingers—on Penny to show her, force her to recognize for herself, how completely and undeniably she seemed to be the opposite of hating it.
But of course, being Penny, she still denied it: “That’s not—It can’t—What’s WRONG with me?!?!” Penny’s grunt turned into a hot-blooded shriek as Kadidia went all the way, nipping the girl’s lip and then shoving her tongue down the girl’s throat.
She throttled the girl momentarily with her tongue as she double-filled her, knowing how much the girl had to feel like her entire body had been stuffed, and loving how she was wiggling and shivering, overcome by the intense sensations.
“AWENOAGH!!” Penny managed to squawk again, like an untuned violin played by a cat, breaking down into tears of surrender as her body emphatically yielded, as Kadidia wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her as tightly as she could, her own roar a deeper sound like the contralto leading Penny’s falsetto.
Kadidia let her weight collapse onto Penny’s back and Chastity’s pelvis for what felt like a long time, but a time that couldn’t possibly be long enough. Until finally, feeling she was ready, she whispered in Penny’s ear: “Thank you, baby. What do you say to your bunny-tamer for showing you what you are again?”
“Thank you, Goddess?” Her whining, strained voice such a mix of torment and confusion Kadidia wanted to remember it just that way.
With a quick kiss to Penny’s ear, she eased out and back, calling to Chas: “She’s ready for you. Now let’s make sure you’re ready. And show some respect, boy!” she concluded, like an afterthought, settling back and enjoying her attentions, trying so hard, as she touched Chastity’s still-masculine(ish) body, the same expert petting that had so stirred her sisterwife, making sure she was ready.
Surprising all three of them by standing up, she took the bottle of olive oil, rolled Chastity up, pulling her feet over her shoulders, and covered her, then threw the bottle aside and began massaging her with increasing intensity. Esmeray stared up in a combination of amazement, fascination, and horror. Chas started looking nervous—this was not what she had expected!—and getting twitchy. Penny just remained where Kadidia had left her, face-down, ignored, left to contemplate her own shameful performance and whatever it implied for any remaining aspirations of maleness she might have had, wrists and ankles still secured to one another, waiting for whatever might come.
“Now that’s a bottom bitch if I’ve ever taken one,” Kadidia opined scornfully, casually resting one boot on Penny’s battered haunches. “If it was up to me, boy,” she continued, carefully checking and adjusting the leather harness over her dress, making it clear she was addressing Chastity, “You girls are so easy and weak, I’d skip the harness. I don’t need it. But unfortunately, you and I are both going to have to pay the price for showing off. I once—once, so long ago—got a little rowdy at a party and just had to make sure everybody knew what a badass I was. Some Greek hoplite, a King or an Archon or something, yelling about how there were no real men in Asia or Africa—something I actually agree with,” she guffawed, taking her foot off Penny and squaring off over Chas. “But like a Greek, he asserted they weren’t men because they wore pants—” she burst out laughing, unable to help herself— “and real men didn’t wear pants. Greeks! Greek men! Standing there in his chiton…!” She shook her head in amusement, as she lined up her body with Chastity’s… and brought her hammer down, enjoying but pretending to ignore Chastity’s turn to start squealing and thrashing around. “The world’s self-appointed judges of manhood, and they wear dresses. It was too funny! And then he added, ‘not like in Europe,’ as he mounted his partner! I mean—really!—how could I—possibly have—held myself back?!” She could hardly breathe at the revelation, although it hardly seemed to phase her. “I had to put him in his place! Obviously! And now, once every couple of centuries, one of my sisters remembers and begs me to reenact the scene to show up—or occasionally, like today, simply put down—some male.”
“Please stop!” Chastity shouted from below her.
“They said you’re experienced! I do enjoy a tight sleeve once in awhile.”
“I am—I mean, maybe I could—but—but you’re—you’re sobig!—”
She chuckled. “Why thank you, pumpkin, but I already knew that. Don’t mind me, baby girl, I’m just—” with a push— “fucking with you.” Chastity wailed, as Kadidia bounced on her. “I—call it—poppet-popping! Yeah, you’re… soo nice.”
“Now I admit… this is an important day. An… well,” she shook her head, “An amazing day. The things that have happened here…. I know it’s actually a good use of this trick. Not just a party gag, but something that might—actually—serve the power of the Succubae and the Court of Lust! How could I possibly refuse? And so you… are going to be the first.”
“The—the first?!” Chas asked, panicked, not having expected any of this a few minutes ago; and not really understanding what Kadidia had in mind.
“The first I’m going to saddle like this.”
“’S—s—saddle?!” She asked, not liking the sound of that. “Please, no!”
“It’s going to be awesome. You should thank me for choosing you to be the first!” She was well-aware her victim was starting to panic, and relished it. “Are you still excited?” she demanded.
“I don’t—I don’t—oh! I am! Yes!”
“I thought so. Now… what’s going to happen is…”
Bending over, her body mimicking the shape of his, she nearly put her head to his back, then snaked her arms around the boy-to-be-a-girl, holding her tightly and…
Straightening to a standing position, lifting up Chastity in a single, still-graceful motion, drawing genuinely-impressed applause from the watching succubae.
Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose.
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap. Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia. NOW:
Shifting to her knees, Kadidia hiked up her dress to her hips and sank down right above Chastity’, giving her a front-row seat to Kadidia’s transformation, one that put even other succubae to shame. Playing with Chastity, she asked curiously: “Does it hurt, lying on your back with your hands tied behind your back?”
“Yes Goddess!” Chastity answered, the pitch of her voice confirming her discomfort.
“Good. It doesn’t seem to be interfering with your enjoyment, though?”
“No, it doesn’t, Goddess.”
“Kiss me,” she barked, and then moaned with pleasure as Chastity did so. “That’s a good girl. SOO much more cooperative than your little face-down girlfriend there, who always has to pretend to put up a fight before she caves in. Well, so both you girls know, I’m impatient. So we’re not going to be wasting any time asking her to do anything. We’re just going to enjoy her. Here, give me that,” she reached for the olive oil bottle and poured it on herself. “I’m going to test Penny for you, to make sure she’s ready,” she announced improbably, generating an anxious, useless squealing and wiggling by Penny that made her laugh. With both hands, she swatted Penny’s cheeks, causing her to jolt and make an intense, if muffled, sound into Esmeray’s crotch. “Always so difficult!” she mock-complained. And snickering: “That’s why I want to check her out for you. Best let me protect you by going first.”
And with that, she rose up on her knees and began moving forward, using her hands to position Penance just where she wanted her, and at the same time, to feed her even more magically than she had already had, a low level, too little for her to detect, knowing she would still be primed. Kadidia’s touch caused Penny to jerk like a bunny trying to jump when she made contact, then try to scramble by instinct as she felt Kadidia press against and push through her opening. As she felt the full girth prizing her, she fluttered and wiggled, making muffled noises between Esmeray’s legs. Kadidia kept magically charging her, staying under her radar, and then activating her twister to go to work on her.
“You—stop!” Esmeray yelped, using her free hand to pull up on Penny’s hair, revealing her huffing, strained red face:
“Please no Master. Please no Goddess! You’re too big you must be! Please I beg you…”. Esmeray and Kadidia shared an evil look of pleasure over Penny’s wrenching, twisting back. Esmeray’s was mixed with a kind of physical revulsion that Kadidia could see she was resisting, the combination of expressions on her face something like a morbid fascination, a person’s inability to look away from an unfolding calamity despite the distress it was causing them.
Kadidia leaned down and whispered in Penny’s ear: “Resisting is the worst thing you can do, peaches. Physically, I mean. You need to do exactly the opposite and relax… that will make it sensual. When you fight, your muscles make you tighter and…” Kadidia laughed “your weakness makes me … well.”
“Oh! Ican’tIcan’tI’msorryI’msorryIcan’tIjustcan’tIcan’tomigodIcan’thelpitIcan’tIcan’t—” Penny squealed, a high-pitched sound of vulnerability, and it broke the spell on Esmeray. She shoved Penny’s head back down, and looked more relaxed to be feeling her than listening to her.
“You know her twister will protect her, don’t you?” Kadidia explained to Esmeray. “It’s part of the training.” Kadidia hissed. Esmeray swallowed and nodded, showing her comprehension, but Kadidia could see she was struggling, and against internal forces she might not be able to master. “If you have to break contact, it’s fine. For intense activities like… this?” she glanced down at the still-thrashing Penny “You normally want at least two succubae or qahramanat for each jariya..” She shrugged. “But I think it’s safe to say these sweet hot girls aren’t going to give me any problems.” She laughed. “I’m not worried.” And she put her own hand on the back of Penny’s head, pushing down so hard Esmeray froze in fear as her body remembered—things—But Penny, after getting more agitated for a second, fell limp, becoming completely passive to Kadidia.
Laughing with satisfaction, Kadidia pulled up on her hair again and they found she was still passionate, but just passive. “That’s a girl,” Kadidia complemented her. “Let her chains loosen a bit?” And when Esmeray did, she pulled the girl up, using one hand to pinch and roll her nipple while the other hand turned her red, emotional face, and kissed her, softly, even as she continued to wreck her, inch by inch. “Kiss me back sweetie” she commanded calmly, smiling when Penny did. “That’s my girl. That’s my good girl. I’m almost there sweet thing. Tell me I’m your goddess and master and how badly you want me. Do it!”
“You are my goddess! You are my master!” the girl admitted, so deliriously Kadidia couldn’t even tell if she knew what she was saying. “Ruin me, Master! PLEASE!”
“I think you like it,” Kadidia whispered. “What kind of whore moans that way for this kind of treatment?”
1898 06-113 I trust you1899 06-113 You DO know how this ends, don’t you, my little fuckpig?1900 06-113 Wait–you would never…?!1901 06-113 The Shredding of Hell1902 06-113 Evaporation of a thousand fallen angels
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PREVIOUSLY: As Channah and Penny grow close, and Kadidia toys with Chastity, Channah has humiliatingly forced the girls to confess that they both know Chastity loves her friend Penny in a way Penny does not reciprocate. Now Channah cajoles Penny into trying to enjoy giving herself to Chastity, knowing she will cross a moral line and a personal boundary in service to Channah. NOW:
“And for your first boy, Penny, Chas is my gift to you.
“And you love Chas, too, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes!” Penny nodded frantically, back on solid ground. “I do!’
Of course, Channah insisted on twisting the knife and cutting to the nerve, viciously leering: “But not the way she loves you, do you, sweetie?”
And when she hesitated, Chas caterwauled: “Just say it, Penny!” She, too, was bawling, tears streaming down her face. “She’s not going to let you—just say it and get it over with! I know. Do you think I don’t know? That’s—why I tried to lie—”
Penny made a croaking sound: “I’m sorry, Chas. Not in that way. But for real, for real, I love you as my friend! As a sister!”
Chas bawled even harder, sobbing: “I’m SORRY…. I—I didn’t plan to! Ever! But that hurts even more than I could have imagined!”
And now Penny was apologizing back to Chas. Channah met Kadidia’s syes, the same fire shooting between them that all the succubae—and judging by the noise, all the devils and demons below, too—were feeling as they gobbled up the scene of pathos in front of them.
“But Penny, now you have a way to show Chas how much you love her. You can let her become a girl. You became a girl because you are one, a very traditional girl born for the bottom, with everybody. All you had to do was admit it, and see it for yourself. But Chas is both, a boy and a girl. The only way he can become a girl is if you can accept him as a girl in spirit, while he’s physically a boy in every way. You want to do that for Chas, don’t you, honey?”
Penny, crying even as Channah’s hand moved faster and faster on her penis, nodded.
“In fact… you’ve wanted it, too… even though you know it’s wrong. Even though you know boys are not for you. Because you miss how close you girls can be to one another emotionally. Even though you know it’s a sin and would have sent you straight to hell… if you weren’t there already.”
The coven members spontaneously applauded and whistled at this, like some caricature of a Greek chorus, or as if cheering for Hell’s team at a home football game.
“YES!” roared Judah, raising his fists.
“Go, Channah!” squealed Rivqah and Miryam, jumping up and down.
“Another degenerate bites the dust,” Kadidia directed her narration, and her cruel grin, with particularity at Chastity, who shrank slightly.
Channah, merriment in her eyes, continued: “You feel an urge to play with boys who like you, boys like Chastity was, even though you know it’s wrong and you know it’s not for you. Don’t you? JUST so they like you? JUST so you can please them, DON’T you? TELL ME THE TRUTH!”
“I don’t know, Domina!” Penny howled, and Channah knew she spoke absolutely the truth from the pain in her voice. “I don’t know…” she wept quietly. “If you say so—I just don’t—I know you know me better than I do…. I do like to please people…” and then in a broken whisper: “So it must be true….”
Channah felt a burst of heat that made her gasp, conscious of Kadidia’s sharp look, but determined to ignore it and act as if she was operating with all the passion of a waterwheel. “Then trust me, and tell me what you know I know!”
“It’s true, Domina. It’s true! I do love Chas, and I—I have longed to—to be close—”
“Really?” Chas asked in a dazed, amazed little squeaky voice, which Channah completely drowned out with her own roar:
“To WHAT?!”
“To SIN with her—” Penny shook her head, as snotty and tearstained as Chas, both of them blubbering like, well, little girls, stripped and humbled to their cores by Channah in the heteraslakos.
“So what I want you to do, baby, is only for you to do exactly what you’ve secretly been wanting all along. First with Chas, then with others. Give yourself to Chas, as freely and honestly as you have given yourself to me. Will you do that baby? For me? For you?! I want you to not just allow Chas to take you, but to enjoy it, even though it won’t be sexual for you. Let Chas and the rest of us help you realize your potential to enjoy yourself with pure, Platonic love for her, for the sake of servicing her, for the sake of serving me, with someone you love, innocently and truly. Can you do that for me?”
Penny nodded again through her tears.
“And… is a little part of you excited about it? A little part that’s missed Chas all this time?”
Penny nodded, crying.
“Then say it!”
“I—I want—”
“SAY IT!”
“I want you, Chastity! Please, I miss being close to you, and I want you to be able to be a girl like me. And… I want to be a girl for you, the girl you want,” Penny blubbered and wailed.
“Penny!” Chastity managed poignantly, before her noises devolved into unintelligible squalling.
“And now, Penance, I want you to prove to Chastity, and the Coven, and your qahramanah, and everyone else, and most of all yourself, how the idea excites you, how much you care, and how hard you’ll try, and what a passionate little girl you are, so that none of them—and most of all, not you—will ever believe again you’re the safe, straitlaced little prude you pretend! That’s why I’m touching you so sweetly, so quickly—to give you another big-boy chance to show us what a big man you are by having a real, masculine, macho release instead of a squealy little-girl moment. So show us! Show us what a man you can be! Last chance! Right—right—NOWWWWWW!!!!!” Channah shrieked, a long, drawn out, cry fading into softness as she murmured: “Oh you’re such a good passive girl, Penny, I looove you so much baby.”
With a squawking, squalling, mewling noise more pitiful and worse than any noise she’d ever wanted to make in her whole life, the thing she had feared the most, happened again.
“Oh, look at that precious face!” Channah managed over her laughter and through her own humming high. “How was that sweetie? That didn’t look like a man, and I bet it didn’t feel like a man either, did it? And here I gave you every chance! I was right, wasn’t I? Wasn’t I, sissy?!”
“NOOOOOO!!!!! YES, DOMINA!” Penny agonized. “It was HORRIBLE again!” and as she sobbed and wiggled and shuddered with the misery of her plight, the succubae and even the red devils below dissolved in harder laughter.
“UUNNGGHH!!!” Channah’s voice gurgled and bubbled at the very bottom of her range, a sound that even managed to penetrate Penny’s overloaded consciousness it was so much deeper than any female’s voice ever should be, as Channah shocked herself by peaking again. Halfway through it, her voice broke, being hoarse for a second before she screamed at her highest pitch, shocked and overcome, grabbing Penny and holding her as tightly as she possibly could, while Channah just froze, fearing her own heart, such as it was, might stop.
Her eyes widened even further as they refocused, drawn by the extreme and tortured noises coming from below, watching in disbelief past Penny as all the devils started moving—too fast for the verb—they started vibrating, back and forth, and at a frantic pace, like guitar strings, turning into blurs below. And then some of them—many of them—simply exploded, like rotten tomatoes hurled and smashing and smearing against the desert and their fellows’ bodies, making the desert sand even redder, leaving only gristle and guts and bits of bone like a grisly soup spattered on and all around the survivors. One rogue bit was even propelled all the way up to hit Channah in the face, an inch from her mouth, which she licked and sucked up instantly, almost before Penny had seen it, definitely before Penny could process its existence or nature.
THAT, Channah knew now, is what had been wrong earlier: the wetness, the slickness—it was a fucking desert!
At the end, she had pulled Penny so hard, that she left bruises on Penny’s thighs. Not that Penny could possibly have noticed it in the maelstrom of her own fiery, punishing exertions; or thought about much else than her own feelings, drowning her like a tidal wave; feelings Channah could still feel shredding her psyche.
When she was done, Channah practically collapsed, noticing the surviving devils staggering and struggling to keep their balance below. She only half-remembered the members of her coven gently dragging and pulling her back, away from the ledge, and out of Kadidia’s way.
Kadidia, who’d just—barely—had the presence of mind when the devils had… lost their shit, or whatever the hell had happened down there!, to yank Chastity away from the edge and sling her on her back to the mattress near Esmeray before she could see anything the succubae couldn’t explain away.
Judah operated the heavy locking mechanism that connected the length of metal Penny was hanging from, rigidly and reliably to the adjacent section; and then pulled the section of railing clockwise back, therefore swinging Penny back over the relative safety of the platform, before unlocking her anchor points and dropping her back down onto solid ground as Penny grunted with the impact and then softly sighed— —only to screech in panic in the very next moment as her oily, greased body, released from the anchor points, began sliding again down the very same trail of sticky-slippery stone that had launched her into space before. Only if she went over this time, it would be without the benefit of any railing to hold her, or succubae to bind her to it!
