PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. NOW:
They had tumbled into Channah’s bed around midday. Like humans, succubae experienced sleep cycles; but the most-active phases of their sleep, in particular, differed markedly. Channah, in her sleep, had visited her current stable of dream-lovers. She liked to keep 36 of them. She wasn’t rigid about it, but it was a good target number, one that kept her fed and fueled her active and assertive life as a Queen of Hell. Every succubus had her own preferred hunting grounds. Because of the sheer scale of her appetites, and the power level required to dominate the rest of her species, she haunted sailing ships and army camps. She kept seducing those she found awake by whispering into and touching their subconscious minds, to keep them focused on her and make them weaker. And she had ridden those she found most-vulnerable and asleep, as hard as she could. By the earliest hours of the morning, she was refreshed and filled to bursting with energy.
Even as she opened her eyes, she sensed Chastity, to her left, was awake; while Penance, to her right, remained asleep. Turning her head slowly she met Chastity’s eyes, watching her so intently it took the motion of her head to alert her Channah was awake. “Are you restless, my love?” she whispered.
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly…. I slept quite a long time.”
“Have you been awake long?”
“Perhaps an hour, or a bit more?” Chas guessed.
“Staring at me?” She smiled slyly. “Or staring at us both?”
She didn’t need to see color clearly to know when Chas was blushing. “A little bit. Well, yes.”
“And? How did it make you feel?”
“Amazed,” Chas admitted. “You’re the most beautiful things in the world. And so blessed…” then she caught herself, blushing. “Or… I mean… fortunate.”
“I love it,” she smirked. “And I love you for thinking that.” She rolled toward Chas and kissed her softly, once, before deciding that wasn’t enough and kissing her again. They wrapped their arms around one another, moving slowly so as not to wake Penny, and held one another tightly for the longest, sweetest kissing session either of them could remember for a long time.
It was only when Chas shifted slightly that Channah growled a throaty laugh, reaching her hand down to find the source of the problem. Pulling back an inch and licking her lips, she giggled: “Ohhh… baby… are those nasty Persian Gates starting to pinch again?”
“Yes, Domina,” Chas confessed.
“Mm… well, let’s do something about that.”
“Oh… yes, please Mistress,” Chastity agreed, desperate to release the pressure she was feeling.
“Let’s get your leathers,” she whispered. “This is my day, remember?”
“Yes, Domina,” Chas swallowed. “What about Penny?”
She looked back over her shoulder, fondly, then grinned. “Sleeping the sleep of the innocent at heart. I’ve got more than enough energy for both of you. Let’s let him rest up while I wear you out and then maybe you’ll be able to sleep a bit more.” And she laughed, pushing Chas off the bed before her, and then taking her by the hand to lead her down the stairs from her bedroom. At the bottom of the stairs she physically turned Chas so she was facing the garden and informed him laughingly: “Keep your eyes front, missy, while I look through your toybox. Well…. My Toybox, of toys for playing with Chastity,” she clarified.
“Um…. To tell you the truth, Domina, it’s so dark I don’t think I could see what you were doing even if I were right beside you,” Chas admitted. “But of course I won’t peek, Domina.”
“Better yet, why don’t you get some cushions from the salon—in front of you—and bring them along?” Channah could see as well in darkness as in daylight; even better, in some ways, in some wavelengths. Placing most of the items she had selected in a bag, she took Chas’s arm (since her hands were now full holding three large cushions), kissed her, and set off along the garden path toward the baths.
“Are we going to take another bath?” Chas asked breathlessly.
“You’ll see,” she promised, laughing girlishly and hiding whatever she had behind her, leading Chas all the way to the second spring, the one that fed the main garden stream. There, she turned right, leading Chas along its rocky bank, under the canopy of the trees until they reached another open spot, mixed garden and grass, overlooking the great valley. Within it, at the edge overlooking the valley, was a simple stone gazebo.
“It’s all so beautiful—I feel like it’s a magical world… it’s—” and suddenly she interrupted herself with a sharp intake of breath. Channah laughed, guessing what she had seen: the heavy hook, hanging from the roof of the gazebo, just a bit above head level.
“Set the cushions on the stone platform,” she commanded, tugging Chas forward, not allowing her to stop for more than a second beside the platform, and positioned her directly beneath the hook. Dropping whatever she had brought with a rustle and clatter, she brought both her hands to Chas’s cheeks and neck, pulling her in for a long, slow, hot kiss, and then running her hands over Chastity’s shoulders and tummy and breasts while continuing to kiss her.
Breaking their kiss and humming happily, she squatted down to retrieve her bag and handed it to Chastity to hold while she rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. While she kissed Chastity’s cheeks and lips softly, Chastity felt Channah take her right hand and then her left, massaging each arm and fastening the cuffs in their familiar places around her wrists. Next, laughing as she kissed Chastity deeply, she pulled two more cuffs out of the bag. Then she and smouched her way down Chastity’s neck, breasts, and stomach to tease her caged flesh and kiss, kiss, kiss under her belly button and in the crevices where her legs met her torso and even the front of her thighs, totally distracting Chastity—not that she needed to—as she locked Chastity’s ankles.
Working her way back up Chas’s body, she pulled a short length of chain from the bag, drawing the cold metal teasingly up Chas’s skin, catching both her arms, and pulling her hands in front of her. In the night, in the shadow of the gazebo, Chastity saw only the corner of Channah’s wicked smile clearly, but she knew she was looking straight into her eyes, as she used carabiners to attach the two ends of the chain to her wrist cuffs. Chastity let out a shuddering breath as Channah lifted her hands over her head and slid the chain over the hook.
“Have you figured it out yet, sweetie?”
Chas knew she meant, what Channah had in mind, because she had not locked or tied Chas’s hands to the hook and Chas could slip them off the hook anytime if she wanted. “No…” she admitted, both excited and scared at once.
With a deep-throated laugh, Channah drew another short chain from the bag as she kissed her way back down her girl’s body and chained her ankles together.
“I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined, as she began moving back up again.
“I think you do, baby.”
“I mean—I mean, you can’t—can you?”
Literature Section “07-12 The Garden Path at Night”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 12 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1230 words—Accompanying Images: 2037-2042—Published 2025-07-12—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.
