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RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE.

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has wagered Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants against Húanglóng in a demonic card game, Perdition Tarot.  The doors have been sealed, the atmosphere is rowdy, and Channah is frustrated after coming out of the first deal badly.  Now it is time to double down on their bets and play again.  NOW:

“You’re the starter again,” Channah snapped, as everyone pushed or threw their cards back in front of Penny. 

“I think I found the missing cards, Mistresses and Masters!” Hong exclaimed in surprise, patting a pocket in Judas’s sleeve and removing six cards.

“Thief!” chuckled Kadidia, then exchanging a glance with Esmeray and Fang.  “I brought plenty of laudanum, and I don’t want to be soft on the little cattle, but… is it practical–?” Kadidia asked, looking at Penny askance.

Esmeray followed her gaze towards Penny, who was shaking her head and appeared to be talking quietly to the six cards Hong had found, calling them naughty; asking them how they’d escaped her; and debating with herself whether she should try to deal them back into the deck or find cards that “worked properly.”  Over Penny’s shoulder she could scarcely avoid seeing Chastity, who was giggling stupidly as she puffed rapidly on a bong supplied to her by Húanglóng, who was laughing at her and pushing her down toward the floor so when she finished the bong she’d be in the perfect position to pleasure his balls and taint from below while Boubacar polished his knob from above.

Esmeray tried to smother a grin at the ludicrousness of the idea of either girl being supplied with more intoxicants as she turned back towards Kadidia.  “Mistress, I—”  But the the moment their eyes met they both burst out laughing.  “Your Grace, I’m afraid if you supply the dealer with any further laudanum, her fingers will be too thick to shuffle the cards!”

“As long as she doesn’t throw up near me, I’ll count it as a win,” Fang agreed, shaking her head ruefully as Penny inadvertently picked up her wine and drank it. Softening her voice as if she were speaking to a confused three-year-old, she growled in an odd combination of frustration and patience:  “Child?  Child!  You’ll have plenty of time to shuffle.”

“I will?” she asked.

“Yes,” Fang assured her.  “So go get us all another round of drinks before you shuffle, there’s a good girl.”

“Yes, Mistress!”  Penny staggered a bit as she made it to her feet, lifting herself straight up to leave Channah’s crossed boots undisturbed, but she was able to keep her balance and walk well enough to serve.

Stake 7—Spankings for Wine-Stealing

Fang suddenly started the formal betting by raising her voice and shouting:  “As stakes for each deal, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that any silly little girls who are caught purloining their fellow revelers’ drinks should be put over the knees of their victims for a thorough spanking!” 

“Girls or boys!”  Kadidia suggested.

“Accepted,” Fang allowed.

“Or demons,” Esmeray added quietly but determinedly, her chin set.

After a momentary pause as the other players turned to regard her, Fang laughed and shrugged.  “Fair is fair.  At cards, anyway.  Accepted.”

“Aye!” everyone at the table, including a giggling Esmeray, agreed, without any objection from the otherwise-engaged Penny and Chas.  Followed immediately by:  “Done!”

Stake 8—20 hates ante per deal

“I’m feeling lucky,” Rivqah challenged, dropping the five hates she had won from Judas onto the table before her.  “I offer to anyone in the Lodge that I will best them on the next deal.”

“A good start, but not enough!”  Judas exclaimed, dropping two strings of coins on the table.  “I’m in a mood to get my money back from you!  I’ll match and raise you to a score!”

“And why should the rest of us be left out?”  Húanglóng demanded.  “I propose on behalf of the lodge that for each deal, the ante will be 20 hates!”

“Aye!” came the chorus, predictably, of most of the players.

Clearing her throat nervously, Esmeray interjected:  “I apologize, Your Majesty, but we cannot accept the Dragon King’s laudatory wager.  As all the members of our team are property of the Queen themselves, we have no money of our own to wager.”

“I’ll stake you!” Tifaret immediately countered, adding her own money to the pot.  And when everyone stared at her, she explained:  “What?  I saw this coming inevitably; surely you did, too?  Lovers can propose raising the stakes, just not vote on them.  I don’t want to be the only succubus left out of this game!”

“Well… you can’t actually stake another team, can you?  It’s not your team!”  Miriam reasoned.

“No, but you can bet on the outcome affecting your team,” Fang stroked her chin thoughtfully.

“So how would I word it?”  Judas asked, frowning.

“In this group, instead of the lodge, offer the bet on behalf of all demons,” Fang suggested.

“That they bet… what?”

“That every demon place a bet on behalf of their team, each deal, what team they think will win the pot?”  Kadidia proposed.

“Clever!”  Judas granted.  “On behalf of all the demons in the Lodge, I propose each demon, each deal, wager two score of malice money, on what team they believe will win the next deal, identifying that team when they offer their stake.”

“Done!”  exclaimed the table, everyone quickly, and without needing to be prompted, blurting out their own team except for Tifaret, who named Esmeray’s.

Stake 9—Loser Kisses Winner’s Ass

“I’m disappointed in you, little woman,” Channah frowned provocatively at Penny as she finished serving her masters’ wine and settled back down onto her seat, slipping into the narrow space between Channah’s boots and the back of the chair.  Channah immediately pressed the sole of one boot forward on Penny’s crotch to emphasize her words.

“What have I done wrong, Domina?”  Penny asked, looking anxious and hurt.  With an amused glance at Kadidia and Esmeray, Fang was subtly sliding her wine chalice toward Penny, so it rested between Penny’s chalice and hand.  All three of them tried unsuccessfully to keep their expressions neutral.

“Nothing wrong, just disappointing,” she insisted, continuing to push too hard on Penny for her comfort and enjoying her efforts not to flinch or otherwise escape.  “I practically—no, I literally—challenged you, and in fact encouraged you, to stand up for yourself and prove to us you have some last remaining shred of masculine, or even human, dignity,” she guffawed.  “But you’ve remained quiet as a churchmouse, timid girl!  I want you to admit you’re my obedient little pussywhipped bitch.”

“Domina!”  Penny protested, pinkening, then gasped as Fang put her hand on Penny’s crotch and began playing with her.

Channah shrugged.  “It’s true!  Why not admit it?  In fact, your silence already admits it.  Doesn’t it?  Go ahead.  If you won’t make a challenge worthy of the game to prove you have the tiniest shred of manhood, I’m going to consider taking your feminization to the next—” she separated the toes of her boots “level.”  And with that, she snapped them back together like a pair of scissors closing sharply on Penny’s purse and clit.

“Owwooohh!”  Penny screeched, trying to protect herself.  Finding herself unable to loosen the grip of Channah’s boots on her, she began thrashing and hooting in pain.  “Please Domina!  No!  Just—do whatever you want me to challenge you to, but please don’t take away my—my—”

“You can’t even say it.  You obviously don’t have any use for it.”

“I do I do I do I do please Mistress Domina Queen!  Just punish me but please don’t maim me!”

“‘Maim?!’” she asked incredulously.  “I daresay your little companion would get down on her knees and beg for the privilege of being made a natural girl, if she could!”  And turning her head toward Chas, she raised her voice to make sure she got the blonde girl’s attention:  “Wouldn’t you, Chastity?”

Removing her lips from Húanglóng’s dong, she gulped nervously, turning on her knees towards Channah and bowing subserviently.  “But—but I am not Penance, Domina.  I know regardless of what I feel—she would never feel that way!” Chas managed loyally.

“I don’t think she believes you’ll honor your bets,” Rivqah growled menacingly.

“no!  I-I—” Penny began, only to be cut off.

“It’s an outrage to suggest such a thing!”  Miriam echoed.  “My Queen, you should—”

“All right all right I’m sorry!”  Penny wailed.  “On behalf of the lodge I propose the team with the lowest score in each deal must kiss the bottoms of the winning team!”

A loud roar of shock—but not a condemnatory one—sounded in the room as Channah abruptly withdrew her legs and Penny, trying not to cry, held herself protectively, leaning forward and whining.

“Don’t make me part of this bet!”  Esmeray hissed, pinching Penny’s arm.

“I mean—the player, the lowest-scoring player must kiss the bottom of the winning player!”  Penny hastily amended.

Channah had sat straight up and leaned forward, interested.  “Penance Batonnoir, I do declare you’re a nasty-minded girl!”

“Oh, come on!”  Penny whined, while the table erupted in laughter

“Have a drink,” Kadidia suggested, nudging her.  “It will lessen the pain and make you feel better.”

Penny took the nearest glass and drank from it as Esmeray, stricken with guilt and feeling they were ganging up on the girl too much, tried to warn her:  “No Penny don’—oh, drat.”

“What?” Penny asked worriedly, turning her head.

Esmeray shook her head sympathetically.  “Domina Fang moved her glass in front of yours.”

“Oh fuck,” Penny whimpered, briefly flicking her eyes across Fang’s, ashamed and accusing at once, before dropping her head—then straightening and saying:  “Fuck it!”  Before gulping down the rest of Fang’s glass. 

Fang looked scandalized, tried to look mad, but wound up looking more intrigued and pleased as she leaned over, gently pried Penny’s hands off her penis, and soothingly began stroking her.  When Penny looked up in shock, Fang gave her a quick, chaste kiss on the lips, laughing at the effect she had had.

“The villain’s suggestion is outrageous!”  Judas suggested.

“Hear hear!”  the other demons chorused.

“To suggest that a demon would stoop so low as to—”  Judas blustered.  Then broke out laughing when Channah shot him a dirty look.

“The girl already thinks we’re all word-breakers!”  Channah cried, sounding offended by the idea.  Eyes on Penny, she stood in her seat and leaned forward, causing Penny to gasp, redden, and shrink back a little, uncertainly.  “I won’t have it!”

“Hear hear,” Miriam and Rivqah chorused, rolling their eyes, as Fang, giggling, withdrew her hand from Penny’s semihard penis, even as Kadidia replaced it with her own, drawing a strange sound out of Penny’s throat. 

“I accept the proposal as modified,” Channah clarified, beginning to slowly circle the table, never taking her eyes off Penny, who swallowed nervously. 

“Oh, Aye!”  the other players agreed in turn, Miriam adding:  “I’m sooo going to make you regret that, little girl.”

“Call it, then, girl.  Call your stakes.”

“Done?” She asked uncertainly.

“WITH CONVICTION!”  The demons all howled.

“DONE!”  Penny shouted at the top of her lungs, echoed by the demons.  And drained her own glass, leaving Fang with nothing.

Fang hissed with surprise:  “You’re—going to—pay!” she promised, the threat ameliorated somewhat by her accompanying giggle, pinching Penny’s hip without distracting her eyes which were following Channah’s smug expression, and her progress around the table, worriedly.

The Deal

“Shuffle,” Channah mouthed silently but very deliberately.  And then, snapping her finger:  “I mean NOW.”  Even the other demons were watching Channah now, with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, as she took her time circling the table, her target clear.

With a swallow, Penny hastily started shuffling.  After giving her hard little clit a couple more tugs, Kadidia withdrew her own hand.  A second later Penny flinched again as there was a thunk under the table.  Miriam’s and Rivqah’s simultaneous movement, sliding down in their chairs, and their giggle at the noise, clarified for anyone who was still confused that they had both thrust their boots at Penny’s crotch at the same time.  Now they competed for a moment, pushing one another’s feet out of the way snickering like school children, before sharing a glance, and apparently an idea. 

“Spread your legs, dealer,” they commanded as one, each pushing forcefully on one of Penny’s legs to force them apart, making plenty of room to rest both their soles against her crotch.  But to judge from Penny’s face, they were being more gentle than Channah had been.

Penny, flustered, spilled the cards from one of her hands and had to gather them back together again, pressing her lips together as if trying very hard to concentrate, before she could resume shuffling, amusing everyone else.

“Wank yourself,” Esmeray barked, tapping Penny’s shoulder.

“What?!” she asked, already disoriented by everything happening to and around her; now set further off-balance by the sheer surprise of her partner’s order.

“You heard me.  Touch yourself.  Stroke it.”

“But—why—”

“Because I’m certainly not going to be touching it,” Esmeray clarified.  “And Chastity is too far away.  But there’s nothing in the bet to prevent our team from playing with you so we can rearrange our turn, just like the others!”  And when Penny remained frozen, she slapped her upper arm hard enough to sting.  ‘’Do it now!  Before you deal!”

Penny hesitated, then barely touched herself, turning bright red as people around the table laughed at her, then returned to shuffling as Channah barked out loud:  “SHUFFLE, knave!  Aren’t you done yet?!”

And with a final feathering of the cards, Penny squeaked:  “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” Channah purred, stepping over the front of Esmeray’s chair so she stood against the back of Penny’s chair with her buttocks more or less in Esmeray’s face even as Esmeray backed away to give her more room.  Enjoying the way Penny subconsciously hunched down in her chair as she bent over her, Channah rested her hands gently on Penny’s shoulders, then put her right hand on the front of Penny’s collar, pulling it back against Penny’s throat, holding her tight back against Channah’s chest, even as she dropped her other hand down to Penny’s crotch, taking her in hand and pulling Penny and her chair back by Penny’s neck and crotch until Miriam’s and Rivqah’s legs dropped off the front of her chair. 

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, stroking Penny.  And then, provocatively, continued:  “Deal.  While you can still reach the table.”

Making mouing noises, Penny began dealing, as she had been taught, by threes.

“Did you know you’re wearing a choke-collar, puppy?  With just a thought—” the collar shrank around Penny’s neck and Penny started gasping and choking in panic.  Channah explained in her ear, loud enough for everyone around the table to hear:  “I’m no copout, slave-girl.”

“I—” Penny began, but Channah choked her off, tightening the collar—and her hand—around Penny’s neck even further as she shushed the girl.  “And I’m going to prove it to you,” she continued.  “Just as soon as you finish dealing.”

“There!”  Penny squeaked.  “All dealt!” 

As the other players—and for Channah and Penny, as Tifaret and Esmeray—picked up their cards, Channah murmured:  “Good.”  Taking her hand off Penny’s pussy and taking hold of the back of her chair, without releasing her neck, Channah suddenly and swiftly tipped Penny over backwards, eliciting a startled cry from the girl and a surprised sound from the other members of the Lodge.  “As the last player with my hands on my girl before she finished dealing, I’m going to switch with whoever was first after the rest of you choose your turn-order.”

“Second!” Esmeray immediately claimed their spot.

“Third!”  Miriam and Rivqah both claimed, then looked daggers at one another. 

“You’ll go last if you can’t agree now.”

“Alternating tricks?” Rivqah proposed, to break their deadlock before Channah intervened, and Miriam nodded her head in agreement.

“Frickking fifth,” Kadidia grumbled.

“Shitting sixth!” Fang topped her.  “And I was the one who started it!  This is my reward?!”

Setting Penny’s chair on its back, and shaking a finger of her left hand in front of Penny’s face, which was reddening as she struggled to breathe, Channah commanded:  “Stay!  Spread your legs, honey.  As wide as they can go.” And after Penny had obeyed, she encouraged her, even as she dropped to her knees, straddling Penny’s left leg:  “Good girl.  Keep your legs spread and hold the top of your chair-back with your hands.  Go on!” 

“Yes, Domina,” Penny managed nervously, hastening to obey, whimpering as Channah rammed her right knee against Penny’s side and her left knee as deeply as she could between Penny’s buttocks, leaving her right hand clamped tightly around Penny’s throat as she slowly and gently began stroking Penny’s clit with her left hand.  “What are you doing?”  Penny wheezed fearfully, provoking loud laughter all around them.

“Listen to you, huffer.  Calm down.  You can still breathe.  Enough.  You’re still an innocent but even you’re not that innocent anymore, are you, Princess?  You know exactly what I want from you.  I want you to cum for me so I can show you—and any other humans with the temerity to doubt us—that demons don’t renege.”

Penny groaned helplessly, much to the entertainment of everyone watching.  “Please—I trust—I swear—I believe—”  and as Channah sped up her hand, Penny groaned in surrender, puffing “Please—PLEASE, not with everyone watching…”

“Everyone will watch your pathetic little spooge, loser.  I need witnesses so you can never again accuse a demon of being a promise-breaker.  Unless…” she withdrew her hand, leaving Penny panting and whimpering even harder than before.  “You swear you’ll never accuse demons of being backtrackers again.  Then I’ll lock you up to keep you safe and sound from being molested by any nasty Demon Queens.  Maybe…. Permanently.  Yes.  So you’ll remember your lesson.  I think so.”

“No ple—”

“Your choice,” she shrugged.

“Please…” Penny swallowed and rasped, looking desperate.

“Please what?” Channah asked archly.  Smiling cruelly, she asked:  “What’s it going to be—back in your cage, or cum like a whore in a tavern show for me and all my friends and vassals?”

And when Penny made some incoherent noises, and her arms shuddered like she wanted to let go of the chair and play with herself, Channah shook her head.  “Nuh-unh, sorry Princess.”  She ran her finger up and down Penny’s clit ever so slowly, everyone laughing at the way the girl and her girl-penis jumped and thrashed in tandem at the tease.  “You have to say it.  And since you’ve made me wait by trying to defy me—”

“No, Domina, I swear I haven’t—”

“HUSH!” she barked, tightening her grip and her collar on Penny’s neck even further to make her croak, and sharply spanking her pussy one time, making her bark and jump before going back to her slow, maddening, teasing, torturous movements.  “Take her wrists and ankles.  Spread them and hold them down.  Hard.  I want her to feel how helpless she is,” she commanded the nearest humans, who moved instantly to obey her.

“Your face is turning red.  And maybe puffing up a little bit,” she observed casually.  “You’re starting to look a bit like a piggy.  Again.  Do you remember the last time you played piggie?” she shrieked with laughter, joined by Miriam and Rivqah, as Penny turned something like aubergine and tears started leaking out of her eyes.  “We’re going to have to share that story with everyone tonight.  Won’t that be fun, Miss Piggy?”

“No, Domina,” Penny pled.

“Since you’re making yourself look all piggy, you must really miss being a piggy, don’t you?”

“No, Domina!” she burst out crying.

Snorting with amusement, Channah continued:  “I’m going to give you two choices, and I’m going to choke you harder and tease you longer if you do or say anything other than telling me which of my two choices you want.  Do you understand, Miss Piggy?”

Penny nodded desperately.

“I can’t hear you, and you can’t speak…” she jiggled the base of Penny’s shaft for a second before going back to her long, slow stroking motions, drawing a helpless whine from her victim and chortles from her companions.  “Snort once for no and two for yes, Miss Piggy.”

Reddening even further, Penny, miserable, snorted twice.  Channah smiled with savage triumph as the people around them—with a couple of notable exceptions—whooped and applauded.  “Good little piggy.  Here’s option one…” she tickled just under the head of Penny’s hood, watching with something like a clinical interest as the poor girl rasped and thrashed helplessly beneath her. “You say:  ‘I’m so ashamed of the pathetic little piece of rice between my legs.  Please lock up my miniature cockette forever and throw away the key so no one ever has to see it again.’  Did you get that, honey?”  And when Penny nodded miserably, she reminded her:  “I can’t hear you.”

Penny snorted twice.

“Get your mouth back on me,” Húanglóng snapped, yanking down on Chastity’s collar until her face was back in his crotch.  “I may even cum myself.”

“And I want my qahramanah back,” Fang demanded, snapping her fingers.  Hong gave her no reason to complain, instantly disengaging from Judas and dropping to her knees before Fang, moving her tongue as Fang had trained her and immediately drawing a satisfied groan from her Domina.  “You can keep using my trainee,” she offered Judas.

“You know what to do,” Judas growled, and Huifen, despite turning red, promptly demonstrated that she did.  Around the room, the remaining demons maneuvered their servants into the positions that pleased them best.

Tifaret crossed the room and stood over Penny’s head, rubbing herself and looking questioningly at Channah, who shook her head.  “Absolutely not.  I’ll use that mouth after I pay off my bet.  Or maybe, while I pay it off.”

“But I need something,” Tifaret pouted, throwing a speculative gaze at Esmeray, who looked at Channah and shook her head rapidly, imploringly.

Channah rolled her eyes.  “You can use her rear if you grab her cage for me.”

“Fine,” Tifaret shrugged reluctantly, recovering the cage and kneeling between Penny’s legs as she rubbed herself against Penny’s taint, rapidly growing and pressing against her.

Penny groaned, even as Channah held up two fingers.  “Option two.  You can admit the truth and repeat after me—word for word, with real passion, what I tell you to say, to thoroughly entertain our audience with your wetness.  Well?”  She asked, raising her brow as she continued to use her clever, expert hand on Penny, watching the girl and all her parts shudder and shake, even as Channah clambered over her leg and knelt on her chest, making room for Tifaret, who dropped to her knees, set Penny’s cold cage on her tummy, and pushed up her legs onto her shoulders as she began lubricating her member. 

Channah cautioned Penny:  “And honey—if you wait too long and pop before you decide?  There’s no third option for you here.  You’re going to spend the rest of the day being paddled and tortured by every single person here, and the rest of your life with that cage on your clitty.  So you better not cum bef—”

Penny snorted twice, urgently.

“What’s that sugar bear?”  Channah beamed radiantly, enjoying Penny’s capitulation, and the cheers of her near-peers.  

Penny snorted twice again, desperately.

“Then repeat after me, sweetie, and you better be persuasive!” Channah air-kissed her before she began speaking dramatically, pretending to be Penance to entertain her audience and further humiliate her victim:  “‘Oh, Domina, you’re so right about me—you’re always right!”

“Oh, Domina, you’re so right about me—you’re always right!”  Penny wept.

“Try again.  This time, with real feeling!”  Channah moved her hand from Penny’s neck to her cheeks, squeezing them and shaking her head back and forth as her hand sped up on Penny’s penis.

“OH DOMINA YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT ME—YOU’RE ALWAYS RIGHT!!!!”

“What a good girl.  Just like that!  Now, convince us you mean every single word:  ‘I admit it.  I’m a pathetic humiliation whore.  I’m your pathetic humiliation whore, Queen Channah!”

“I ADMIT IT!  I’M A PATHETIC HUMILIATION WHORE!!”  Penny started bawling, even before she felt the first insistent touch of Tifaret against her sphincter.  “N—” she almost began, then looked straight at Channah in terror before moving her mouth silently until she remembered the only thing she was allowed to say:  “I’M YOUR PATHETIC HUMILIATION WHORE, QUEEN CHANNAH!!!”

“Now say, ‘Omigoddess I love me a big demon cock in my pussy-hole!”

“OMIGODDESS I LOVE ME A BIG DEMON COCK IN MY PUSSY-HOLE!!!”  Penny wailed and cried and—as Tifaret began pushing in earnest—grunted in agony, even as the room exploded with cheers and applause, fighting with the laughter for everyone’s breath.

“Say that again!”  “Yes!”  Demons hollered.

“You heard them, pussy.  Say:  ‘There’s nothing like big demon cock for Me, Dominae!  I’m a regular demon-cock whore!”

Penny’s words ran together and blurred into her tears and sobs, but the overall effect was so satisfying Channah simply enjoyed it, laughing and clapping her hands as earnestly as the others:  “THERE’S NOTHING LIKE BIG DEMON COCK FOR ME, DOMINAE!!!  I’M A REGULAR DEMON-COCK WHORE!!!”

Extemporizing, between laughing and breathing, Channah managed:  ‘Oh. Mistress Tifaret, please give me more of that giant demon-donkey dick!  It’s what I live for!’”

Penny gave her a desperate, pleading look for half a second before plunging onwards, knowing better than to test her Domina’s patience any further:  “OH!  MISTRESS TIFARET!  PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF THAT GIANT DEMON-DONKEY-DICK!!!!  IT’S WHAT I LIVE FOR!!!”

Shrugging as if she were agreeable, Tifaret laughed:  “If that’s what you want, slut.”

“’Give it to me really hard, Mistress!  I mean it—harder!  Harder!  Punish my ass with your giant clit!  It’s what I need you to demolish me!’”

“GIVE IT TO ME REALLY HARD, MISTRESS TIFARET!  I MEAN IT—HARDER!  HARDER!!  PUNISH MY ASS WITH YOUR GIANT CLIT!!!  I NEED YOU TO DEMOLISH ME!”

“Go on!”  Channah urged her, speeding up her hand further.  “Don’t pretend you need me to tell you what to say anymore!  I want to hear you beg nonstop, nonstop and convincingly, until your orgasm is completely over!”

“YES DOMINA!!!  OH, MISTRESS TIFARET, PLEASE, IT IS WHAT I WANT!  I WANT YOUR BIG DEMON-DONKEY-(what was—oh!) DONKEY-DEMON-DICK!!  OMIGAAAWWWWDDDD GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!  I BEG THIS!  I BEG IT!  I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE MISTRESS, IF YOU’LL JUST LET ME HAVE IT, MISTRESS!  AND DOMINA, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!  PLEASE MAKE ME CUM LIKE THE LITTLE DEMON SLUT I AM!  I WANT IT SO—I WANT—I WANT—UUUUNNNGGHHHAAA!!!!”

And Channah darted back off Penance’s chest to kneel beside her even as her hand moved furiously and Penance bucked and thrashed and screamed and came like a banshee.  The laughter and demeaning comments from around them once again transitioned into applause and complements for Channah, and Channah mock-bowed even as she announced, continuing to play with Penny’s little thing, slowing down her hand but squeezing and pressing with greater force as Penny shuddered and shrieked through the aftershocks of her orgasm:   “Now… pay attention!  This is how demons play for real!”  Swooping down on Penny’s belly, she licked and sucked up the heaviest ropes and puddles of Penny’s mess before twisting so her face was over Penny’s.  Penny shook her head and snorted like a pig once, and Channah nearly lost it, barely keeping her lips closed over the smile that threatened to break through them, as she shook her head and slapped Penny’s face, hard, once on one cheek and once on the other, before raising one eyebrow expectantly.  Surrendering, the fight draining out of her before Channah’s insistence, Penance opened her mouth, groaning miserably but with acceptance as Channah kissed her, pushing her own spunk back into her mouth, even as Channah continued to squeeze and rub her penis, swirling her tongue in Penance’s mouth and occasionally pushing her tongue down hard to the back of her throat, reveling in every sign of struggle.

“That’s my girl,” Channah praised her like a well-behaved dog, petting her hair and her little clit proprietarily before lifting her leg over Penny’s face and settling down onto it.  “Now shush up and get to work!” she barked.  “Mmmm…. Isn’t it nice to admit the truth?” she demanded between licking Penny’s belly, and proving with her thoroughness and tenacity that indeed, she could never be accused of reneging on her word.  “I’ll bet you think you’ve died and gone to hell,” Channah sniggered.  “Getting to cum like this with such a big, hard, juicy phallus in your bubble-butt, with your Domina’s pussy on your face?  This must be the greatest moment of your entire pathetic existence!”  meeting Tifaret’s eyes, the two succubae laughed and high-fived each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves.  Careful not to let her lips close around any part of her girl’s flesh, by even a fraction of an inch, Channah stuck her tongue out and used her hands to bend and twist Penny’s girl-boy-parts so she could lick off every single drop of moisture from them, before squeezing her scrotum and penis brutally to force them back inside their ring and cage, ignoring Penny’s muffled cries except to share another smile with Tifaret.  The moment she heard the cage click, assuring her it was locked in place, she leaned forward and pulled Tifaret towards her so they could share a sensual kiss, using and ignoring the helpless slave beneath them.

“This is soooo hot.  Ungh!”  Channah groaned.  “Your tongue feels so good, Miss Piggy.  Ohh you’re a fast learner, Zuckerbär.”  And settling deeper onto Penny’s face, even as she relaxed the collar to its normal size, enjoying the way Penny now struggled for breath under the weight and bulk of Channah’s wide, generous body, she mused around Tifaret’s tongue:  “There’s nothing like a well-trained slave, is there?”

“No, Mistress,” Tifaret whispered.

Literature Section “07-39 Sex, Drugs, and Tarot:  Demons Pay Their Debts”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 39 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 5,004 words—Accompanying Images:  2498-2502—Published 2025-10-27—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, stupid choices, evil, harm, danger, death, mythical creatures, idiots, and criminals. Don’t try, believe, or imitate them or any of it.