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07-11 Demon’s Paradise

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*2032 07-11 This is MY paradise… what are you waiting for?*

*2033 07-11 You can have anything you dare to take, lover*

*2035 07-11 Are you… SCARED to be bedded by me, little boy?*

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:

While she taught them to bathe and massage her the way she liked, she watched them carefully, to see where they lingered and where they hurried, where they relaxed and where they tensed up, where their eyes strayed and where their hands strayed. Okay, their hands didn’t actually stray at all. They were waaay too nervous and respectful for that, although she suspected Chastity was on her best behavior trying to get back on Channah’s good side, and she wasn’t sure if the girl would be so careful in the future.

After they had dried her body, and theirs, she made them clean their jariya leathers with the soap and rags while she relaxed on one of the lounge chairs, feeling the gently warming air. Then she took them by the hands and led them back down the garden path. As they passed the sealed iron door, Penny asked: “May I ask you a question, Domina?”

“You may,” Channah responded, with a curious, amused look.

“Domina—may I ask, where are we?”

“Ohh… that’s a good question. Where do you think?”

“I don’t think this is… hell…”

She harumphed. “Certainly not.”

“But… does that mean it’s Earth?”

“Yes,” she nodded slowly. “Besides Heaven, Earth and Hell are the only worlds I know of.”

“And it… can’t be Heaven, can it?”

“No.” The answer was businesslike and curt, but Penny could feel the weight of continents’ worth of emotions behind it and immediately backed away.

“I don’t think there are any mountains this magnificent in all of England,” he began slowly. “Not so tall, anyway,” he considered, as she led them around the bend in the path, revealing only another length of path with cliff on the right and forest on the left, this one ending in a curve to the right.

“Is it Scotland?” Chastity guessed.

“No,” she shook her head.

“You said it’s high in the mountains…” Penny began. “But—it’s cool—but… not that cool. And the Alps are snowy… at least the tallest parts, aren’t they?”

“They can be,” Channah allowed.

“But this seems too verdant and green for the Atlas Mountains…”

“There are some beautiful parts of the Atlas Mountains, but we’re not there.”

“I don’t know,” Penny admitted miserably. “I’m not sure. Lebanon?”

She laughed. “No, not Lebanon. But I know why you’re stumped—there’s a bit of a twist. We’re in the Sierra Madre Mountains. And the valley you saw from the bathing pool was the Valley of Mexico.” She frowned. “Or… a valley close to it, anyway. I keep my vale here so I don’t have to worry about humans and their petty politics.”

She stopped and looked down at Penny, smirking. “Silence from Penny. That’s unusual. Are you still lost?”

“I—I’m not familiar with—”

“Are you lost, darling? Or has the cat got your tongue?”

“I’m lost, Domina,” Penny confessed miserably. “I’m usually pretty good with geography, I can’t believe I still don’t have any idea…”

She started them walking forward again, looking smug. “Chastity, I stumped Miss Penny.”

“Me too,” Chastity admitted.

“You’ve heard of the great Spanish conquest in 1521?”

“Conquest? Of Navarre? You’re saying we’re in the Pyrenees? Or—” Penny gasped loudly, practically sounding like he was having an asthma attack, causing Channah to laugh out loud again. “Of the Aztecs? In the Americas?!”

“Yes, good girl, Pleaser. The Valley of Mexico is where it happened.”

“We’re in the Spanish Empire?” Chastity asked, sounding both surprised and worried. Spain was, increasingly, an enemy of England’s; and although the two countries had been allies in two previous Italian wars—including when Penny—or rather, her predecessor—had lived in Venice—they were currently enemies in the War of the League of Cognac.

“No,” she assured him. “The hucows think we’re in some indigenous area… perhaps the Confederacy of Tlaxcala? Indigenous allies of the Spanish.”

“We’re in savage lands?!” Far from feeling reassured by Channah’s answer, Chastity was more upset—and not made any happier when Channah stopped again and burst out laughing, even louder.

Both girls looked at her, confused and upset with her reaction, as much as with the idea they were in savage country.

“Where should I even start? My darling dears,” she hugged them both tightly to her. “The vale is mine. My paradise. It has been for…” she shrugged. “As far as I know, no hucow other than my agents has ever come here. Since before the Tlaxcala or the Aztec or even the Spanish even existed. It’s a part of my domain!” And then when she saw they still didn’t understand she laughed even harder. “My sweet, innocent little wives, have you been sleeping?! Your Domina is the Queen of Hell. I don’t fear hucows—hucows fear me!” She kissed each of them, fiercely, on their foreheads, enjoying their embarrassed looks as she hugged them to her again.

“Darlings: Get it through your heads! You. Have. Been. To. Hell! You are hell’s own agents! And you’re worried about the Tlaxcala? The Spanish?! I love it so much that you fear the Tlaxcala more than you fear me.” She kissed Penny, and then Chas, on the lips, then paused, and began kissing Chas hard and long. Tearing herself away, she shook her head to clear it and announced: “The other point I wanted to make is, Europeans may think of them as savages, but try to remember, from my perspective, you’re all backwards savages arrived at the last minute, the whole race of hucows. Tomorrow—tomorrow morning, first thing when you wake up, I’ll show you how savage they are. I have something of theirs that no King or potentate in the Old World has ever laid eyes on. Something they invented and learned that Europeans—and Asians, and Africans—never even thought of. But tonight, we all need to get to bed. You two, especially, are running on pure adrenaline and… sperm? Testosterone? Whatever it is horny boys run on when they need sleep but are too stupid to take it. No more political talk. Apparently, with you two, even that makes me horny. And you two are certainly in no condition to satisfy me! I need to do some night-riding.”

And, thus delighted, she pulled them in tight, said: “Voilà! Tlalitlen Ichtaka. My house—our house!” With that, she walked them around the corner to reveal a sliver of her home, the vertical slice of it visible between the forest and the cliff, but impressive nonetheless. Made of brightly-colored and heavily-carved stone, the home rose three stories from the valley floor and was built into the cliff itself. The design of the house was open-air, each level smaller than the one below it like a miniature half-pyramid fused into the cliff. “I remodeled it about a hundred years ago. After the Mayans, and then the Aztecs, started developing real cities and buildings and their own architectural style…” she shrugged. “I don’t know, it just seemed right!”

“Did you say… Tlatin—” Penny struggled.

She spoke it again slowly as they stepped off the path into the ground floor: “Tlalitlen Ichtaka.” There were walls enclosing some rooms or halls, but there was enough open space for them to see glimpses of a beautiful garden to their left through rooms that were simply and practically, but exquisitely, appointed. There weren’t any furnishings approaching the edge of the house—for three or four yards from the edge of the roof the spaces were empty, which the girls would understand the first time it rained. Because when it rained in Channah’s Vale—and it rained often—it truly rained.

“Tlalitlen Ichtaka,” Penny attempted, getting much closer, and she repeated it for him twice more, until he got it right. “What language is that? What does it mean?”

“Nahuatl. The language of the valley—” she tipped her head backwards, indicating the valley opening out below the bathing pool. “The language of Tenoch, the stonemason who supervised the remodeling here. It’s not the literal translation but I understand it as ‘vale of the secret mouth.’”

“It’s quite… poetic,” Penny granted.

“Thank you! It is! And it… captures something about my home,” she observed, directing them to store their leathers in the exquisite wooden cases her servants had brought from the heteraslakos while Channah attended to her business in her castle, before leading them up two flights of stairs to her bedroom. It filled the third floor, except a small privy up against the cliff wall. And it offered a dramatic view overlooking the garden in front of the house and the woods and soaring cliffs that surrounded it.

The girls gasped, standing still, mesmerized by the sight, and Penny gasped: “It’s—it’s beautiful…”

“It’s paradise. My paradise!” Channah pronounced, something about the way she said it causing Penny’s tired mind to linger on all the complicated ramifications and layers to that. Almost, she gave voice to some part of her thoughts—she wanted to. She wanted to discuss them with Channah so she could understand her Domina better, and just because she wanted to get to know her, because she loved her. But even Penny, tonight—or at least, now—managed to restrain herself.

Instead, they simply followed Channah to the bed, watching as she tugged the blanket and sheets back—giggling at the way their tired eyes lingered on her buttocks as she leaned over the bed and warning them: “Be careful, girls. You don’t want to write any promissory notes your limp little peters can’t cash tonight, do you? Come on! Each of you, pick a side and curl up with me.”

They looked at one another in surprise. “Na—naked?”

And she laughed out loud again. “I don’t even own any nighties. But maybe I can pick up some dowdy widows’ nighties the next time I’m in England for you two prudes?”

“It’s not that! I mean—it’s not just—that,” Penny hemmed and hawed, taking the side nearest the garden after Chas chose the side closer to the cliff wall. “It’s—I just—” she turned red and finally managed, as she climbed in, modestly leaving space between herself and Channah: “I’m honored. You’re letting us share your bed, Domina! We’re not—”

“Hush,” she scolded Penny, pulling them both in tightly to her in a warm hug, the touch of her skin so exotic and forbidden in this context it almost burned. “You’re my wives, this is my bed, we sleep together.” She made out with each girl, a slow and sensual celebration of kissing, before she snickered. “Unless you’re being punished, of course.”

As it turned out, neither girl’s worries about sleeping with their Domina amounted to much when the three of them were so exhausted. They were all unconscious in seconds.

Literature Section “07-11 Demon’s Paradise”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 11 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1747 words—Accompanying Images: 2032-2036—Published 2025-07-11—©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.

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07-10 Training Her Service Pets

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*2022 07-10 Domina preparing to instruct Her Shu Wives*

*2024 07-10 Learning to Wash the Mistress’s Feet*

*2030 07-10 Filth-Purification-Serenity-Death*

07-10 Training Her Service Pets

“Of course we need you!” “We need you so badly!” The girls rushed to reassure her. “We love you!” “You’re our Domina!” Their praises and entreaties spilled out of them, tumbling over one another even as they fell all over themselves to apologize and make promises.

She interrupted them with a raised hand, shaking her head slowly. “There are words, and there are actions. And your girls’ actions have been crystal clear. Your sweet reassuring words aren’t going to be able to do anything to change them. That will require actions—proof—by good behavior. Get on your backs, legs facing me. Go on!” And as they scrambled to obey, she explained: “Obviously, I will have to wash you girls and supervise you both carefully until you’re back in your cages. And even more obviously, now that you’re of age and feminized, you girls are going to need to remain caged because you can no longer be trusted.” She shrugged. “Which is fine, normally, but I admit, I did have a little fantasy of having easy access to you girls all week long…” she clucked regretfully.

“Domina, no, we’re sorry! We—” they attempted, but she cut them off with a disgusted sound and a raised hand, silencing them.

“Did you not hear me? Don’t tell me you’re sorry. If you’re really sorry, if you mean it, then show it with your actions this week. Focus on me and my needs and how you feel about me, not what you want to feel on your little girl parts! Now be quiet and still while I deal with you.”

Starting with Chastity, she washed the girls’ privates carefully, pleased to find them tender and vulnerable after so much use. Then, she looked each girl straight in the eye, a hard and warning look, as she locked them each up. When she had finished with both girls, she grabbed their exposed, vulnerable purses and squeezed them enough to make them hold their breath in dread. Giving a shudder of pleasure at their reaction, she began lecturing them.

“You girls were very bad. I don’t want to hear either of you whining or asking about your ‘needs,’ do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“So far, this honeymoon has been all about you two and your so-called ‘needs,’ quite obviously; without any self-control or caring for mine. That will change. I want you to think about me. Me, me, ME. All the time. Not about you. If I hear either one of you being selfish and greedy about this, at any time on our honeymoon, in any way whatsoever, I will punish you very severely. I will make you regret it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” they both promised, heads bobbing, looking scared.

“If you ask about taking them off, if you even hint to me that you’re desperate or struggling or were hoping I might want to remember to show you a special kind of affection, it’ll be doomsday before I take them off. Doomsday! Because you’re obviously too selfish to ever make a good wife for me. So I’ll ask you one last time, to give you every chance in the world to get it right: Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” they chorused, nodding fervently.

“‘Chastity’—I can hardly even speak your name out loud without laughing right now—” and, actually, she did snort, unable to prevent herself from doing so. And she looked at her, deep and straight in the eye: “Do—you—understand?”

Chas looked embarrassed at how badly she had failed the name her Domina had given her. “Yes, Domina. I understand, Domina. I’ll focus only on you, Domina. I swear it!”

“Good. And Penance—your name was better-chosen, at least. I should have given it to both of you, if I wanted to describe what your nature tends towards and needs. Do YOU understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded furiously, clearly miserable that she had disappointed her Domina. “I will devote myself to you and try to think only about your feelings and needs.”

“Very good. As you ought. Be encouraging girls. Let me know how hot you are for me and how much you want to please me. Really demonstrate your devotion and love with your actions, your expressions, your tones of voice, and yes, even your words. Let me know how much you’re loving every second of our honeymoon, even though it’s not about you anymore. Is it clear what I expect, girls?”

“Yes, Mistress Domina,” they answered, utterly obsequious, which gave her a pleasant little thrill.

“Now, I’ve washed both of you once already, from head to toe, and to what end? Only to have you get yourselves all messy again. I want each of you to wash the rest of your bodies all over again—over there—” (she pointed to a particularly shallow part of the bathing pool) “and have a little think about your mindsets, while I relax here. And as soon as you’re done, come to me with your thoughts, actions, and attitudes focused entirely on service. Serving me. Got it?”

“Yes, Domina!” they each assured her. “We get it!”

Queen Channah decided it was still too early and cool to sunbathe on her rock, and so she swam instead, enjoying her holiday, the feeling of the water swishing over her skin, and the peace of having nothing to think about or do. When her abashed girls approached her, heads down, she taught them how she liked to be bathed: how to wash her hair so it was clean and untangled without pulling it too much, how to wash her face and neck and every other part of her body. She let each of them wash all of her body, so they could learn; and she made it clear she expected them to remember everything she’d taught them.

She made it difficult for them when they were washing her breasts and her pussy and ass—of course—embarrassing them and throwing them off-balance even more than when they worked on the rest of her body. Then, around midday, deciding the sun was high enough and she was invigorated enough, to enjoy lying on the rock, she lay down in the middle of it and taught her girls exactly how she liked to be massaged when she wanted to relax and unwind. She emphasized this wasn’t sexual for her, and they needed to be fully attentive to easing her muscles and her soul; and all three of them pretended like they didn’t notice when the girls began to get excited by her body and their proximity to it. The girls pretended like nothing was happening because they were mindful that they were to be focused on her, and she didn’t want to hear about their little willies. She ignored the girls precisely because they obeyed her, and she wanted to relax.

Literature Section “07-10 Training Her Service Pets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 10 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1149 words—Accompanying Images: 2022-2024, 2029-2031—Published 2025-07-10—©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.

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07-09 Girl and Boy Parts SO Belong Together (abridged version)

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*2017 07-09 What’s that wiggly thing doing between your legs?*

*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 DA

2021 07-09 This one watches Miss Kristine’s profile on DA

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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?”

Literature Section “07-09[X] Girl and Boy Parts SO Belong Together “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 9 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1006 words::Explicit 1195 words—Accompanying Images: 2017-2021—Published 2025-07-09—©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.

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07-08 Cleaning Up Penance’s Mess (abridged version)

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*2014 07-08 Channah muses on all the ways she can make the girls regret their frivolity…*

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

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

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

Looking horrified, Penny hesitated.

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

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

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

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

Literature Section “07-08[X] Cleaning Up Penance’s Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 8 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1159 words::Explicit 1335 words—Accompanying Images: 2014-2016—Published 2025-07-08—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-07 Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess (abridged version)

2025-07-072025-07-07 admin

*2011 07-07 Actually, yes, I AM the “pool police”*

Explicit version containing orgasm and ejaculate themes at 07-07X Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry!”

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

“It was a mistake—”

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

“I’m sorry, I swear!”

“Answer me! Haven’t you?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I’m sorry Penny—what?”

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

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

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

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded her agreement.

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

“Wha—?”

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

“But—but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain (abridged version)

2025-07-072025-07-07 admin

*2009 07-06 This must be a happy family in paradise*

Explicit version containing orgasm and ejaculate themes at 07-06X Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shook her head and whimpered a negative sound.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literature Section “07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 06 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 914 words::Explicit 1063 words—Accompanying Images: 2007-2010—Published 2025-07-06 (p.m.)—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-05 In the Bathing Pool

2025-07-062025-07-09 admin

*2003 07-05 Salamacis finds Aphrodite’s sons bathing in her lake*

*2005 07-06 Aphrodite’s new daughters celebrate their transformation*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literature Section “07-05 In the Bathing Pool”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 05 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1148 words—Accompanying Images: 2003-2004—Published 2025-07-06 (a.m.)—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-04 The Secret Garden Mouth

2025-07-042025-07-04 admin

PREVIOUSLY: For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by Channah, her succubae, her human operatives, and others, with every tool and tactic available, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love. Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for. NOW:

“You girls have done so well! I know, you’ve had a hard, challenging week. But I’m so proud of the way you’ve handled it! Handled yourselves! Now comes the part I’ve been wanting, even hurting for with you, the whole time. It’s been so… cutting and hard, watching you sweeties go through the trials and indignities of the demon wedding ritual. But you’ve made it through them! And now you will experience, even more than before, the intensity and ecstasy of demon marriage. A deep, special pleasure that requires more than affection to nurture and grow.”

“I don’t have a knife with me, or I would cut your bonds right here. I want to show you my paradise without any remnant of the pain from this world, but I don’t want to make you stand here in the dark while I go and fetch one. So I’m going to take you straight to the bath and free you there. Ooh… I don’t even want to interrupt our intimacy, but I want to make it perfect for all of us…. Let me show you our special and wonderful home. I love sharing this with you so much!”

Letting go of them both, and squealing excitedly, barely able to contain herself, she paused and looked back at them, her hands already pressing on the door, her body arched delightfully, a moment burned into all three of their memories. The girls would always remember her there, their bedraggled fairie queen full of incredible potential promise, self-assured and seemingly relishing everything life had to offer no matter how amazing or daunting, glowing like a saint and bringing light and life to the cold black honeycomb, her perfection untouched by her disheveled state. And Channah would always remember the naked, vulnerable, dependent, hungry, blind hope and faith and trust reflected in their shining eyes, and the raw need and desire for her, her comfort, her favor, and her love, emanating from her two most-intimate victims and lovers.

With a shudder, reflecting her own passion for this place, and her eagerness to share it with them, she pushed open the heavy iron door and admitted them to paradise.

Light cracked through the door first as it opened. There was something clear and almost hard about it, a momentary impression immediately overcome by the excitement and hope of a perfect early spring morning.

The air was cool and invigorating, fresh with life and fragrant with the smell of flowers and forest. The sky was sweet and bright and vibrant, energy practically radiating from it. Before them were vital and verdant trees, vines, and bushes, the encouragement of life, embraced by the solidity and nurturing reassurance of the Earth beneath them and, as they found themselves stepping out of a tunnel in the bottom of a cliff, behind them. The perfect black stones of the honeycomb ended abruptly as they stepped through the doorway onto a garden path made of what their tour guide called orange adoquin stone, perfectly fitted to one another with no visible grout between them.

The path divided immediately. It ran a few yards to the right along the bottom hem of the greyish-black volcanic cliff soaring above them, until—contained by a crenellation in the cliff wall, it was forced to bend to the left and disappear behind the trees.

Channah pushed the door closed behind them, sliding two heavy drawbars from holes in the cliff wall across the top and bottom of the iron door to secure it, latching them in place and making it impossible to open with anything less than a battering ram. Then she moved her hands quickly in the air before the door causing a brief glamour to sparkle and fade, suggesting even a battering ram might have trouble getting in.

She shrugged and smiled her beautiful smile. “I don’t require much, actual security. But I do value my privacy. It is more precious to me than you can imagine. And the three of us are the only people here in my mountain paradise. Do you feel the air? How thin it is?” And she enjoyed watching them breathe, eyes unfocused as they concentrated on feeling their breath in their throats and lungs. “If you don’t now, you will when you exert yourselves. And I mean for you both to do so,” she giggled, touching both their bottoms rudely and pulling them into her sides. “A lot. If you’ve never been at altitude before, you’ll feel you’re struggling for breath until your body adjusts. That will take a couple of days. We’re in a mountain valley—more like a pocket, a cauldron lined with cliffs, high in the peaks, with only two entrances, the honeycomb and a natural cave, both warded to alert me to any potential trespassers so I can know we’re alone and no one is going to come running to me with their problems and concerns. It calms me so much,” she sighed. “It’s the only time I’m really off work, in a way.” She shook her head, contemplating how busy she had been, and for how long.

And then she turned them gently to face the left branch of the path, causing them to gasp in wonder. It was a reaction she had obviously anticipated, and equally obviously, enjoyed. This way, the path descended gently and widened for a few yards, cliffs on the left and the dense, heavy forest on the right, until it reached a clear, beautiful pool in the rocks, fed by an irregular fountain of water pouring from a crack in the cliff wall and draining… well, it was complicated. And, just beyond that, a breathtaking vista.

There were actually three fountains and three waterways, a fact they slowly absorbed as she guided them down the path towards it, explaining, her hands protectively holding theirs. “They’re natural springs. The first one is my hot bath.” And indeed, they could see steam rising from the water where it emerged from the rock in a line with the surface of the smallish pool, a bowl about the size of a royal carriage with no obvious egress for the water. The force of the water entering at its margin caused its surface to ripple and bubble constantly. “The second is the mountain stream that waters my gardens.” It appeared to be the largest flow of water by volume, cascading down a spill of rocks to a narrow pool, more like a water trench or a troth, feeding a stream that disappeared into the woods. “And the third is my washing-pool, which all three of us need desperately!

Literature Section “07-04 The Secret Garden Mouth”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 04 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1104 words—Accompanying Images: 2001-2002—Published 2025-07-04—©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.

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07-03 Ready for Love

2025-07-042025-07-04 admin

*1999 07-03 Let’s get this party STARTED, bitches!!!*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literature Section “07-03 Ready for Love”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 03 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1330 words—Accompanying Images: 1984-1988—Published 2025-07-04 (early a.m.)—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-02 Honeycomb Funhouse Mindf***

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*1984 07-02 Into the Labyrinth–We can fly!*

*1987 07-02 The World Turned Upside Down*

*1990 07-02 Good girls get dunce-boxed forever*

*1993 07-02 Here there are worlds and worlds and worlds…*

PREVIOUSLY: Channah had shaken Chastity and Penance to their cores by binding them and then stripping them of their senses one by one—sight, sound, smell, taste, and then—finally, with triggers inserted inside them, even touch and their awareness of their own bodies, leaving them completely isolated from the world, themselves, and reality. Now, only hours later, she has triggered the girls’ PTSD by leaving them kneeling naked, hands tied behind their backs, collars locked to rings at floor level, and alone in the eerie Honeycomb—vulnerable, bound, hitched, and stripped of their senses of sight, smell, hearing, and taste. They remained connected to the world, and to reality, only by their sense of touch and their awareness of their own bodies, and trapped in their fear, uncertainty, and inability to resist anything else she might choose to do to them. NOW:

Channah had, quite willfully and naughtily, allowed herself to become distracted, first by her castellan and other officials, then by her petitioners, and finally by a lover. She spent most of her time on Earth, and even the time she had for hell had to be divided among different castles by the global nature of her responsibilities. Inevitably, on the rare occasions she did return to Sademtsaowah, when she finally did reappear, she was besieged by the attentions of those she had ignored for far too long.

She had tried to assure them she would be returning next weekend, with her new brides, their qahramanah, and even Kadidia—all of those big draws for her curious officers and staff—but they had heard her promise how quickly she would be back so many times, they discounted her assurances to near nothing. This time, they would see she meant it. As much as Fang’s exhaustion concerned her with the possibility something similar could happen to her, she didn’t expect the girls could ever release that much sado-sexual sorcery again. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying to make it happen, she thought happily.

She had told her two girls she would leave them kneeling on the hard stone floor, virtually mummified and immobilized, for about half an hour. In the event, it was between four and five hours later that she finally returned to the honeycomb, casually chatting with the guards posted outside, for a moment before proceeding inside. Entering it, as she finally did, she brought light and noise to what had been a perfectly dark and silent space. But of course, her girls could not be aware of that, with the plugs she had placed in their ears and more-importantly, the triggers she and Kadidia had pushed up inside their bellies. She could strip them of their remaining sense, and indeed their connections to their own bodies, with a thought, anytime she wished; and she was confident they suspected and feared that to be the case. Still, there was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction or certainty of confirming or denying it categorically. Let them feel the creeping uncertainty and loss of confidence in their own awareness of reality, and the limits—if any—of her power that came with such profound uncertainty about something as fundamental as their very connection to the world.

Walking around behind her girls, she stood for a moment and regarded their beautiful backs and hips. They were gorgeous, two of Channah’s best creations, submissive, feminine, eager to please her, kneeling there with their legs spread revealing their little hints of wannabe manhood below their taints—not men. They would never be men. That was never in the cards for her little futas—never had been. Femmebois.

Both girls were showing signs of physical distress, shifting almost constantly, rearranging their legs, even daring to break position for a moment to straighten one leg and then another, pointing and stretching their toes like ballerinas, inadvertently shifting their hips like whores. Penny was shivering slightly, a function of temperature but even more, Channah judged, of anxiety and dread. Chastity moaned and whimpered, little sounds of her own distress, even panic. Chastity seemed to be even more-affected than Penny had been, about the trigger.

Channah felt herself becoming aroused and reflected, not for the first time since she had broken them, how much she enjoyed their sexual ambivalence, and how muc h they made her appreciate her own. It was a combination, she speculated, of their appearance, their submission, the fact she couldn’t drain them without throwing away decades of her own hard work, and the fact she had made them, thought by thought, feeling by feeling, experience by experience, even hip by hip and breast by breast. Oh—and the maddening, fascinating technical “virginity” of her number one whore. And the fact the little bitch’s personality had, so far, made her act and feel almost like a superior little virgin, no matter what Channah subjected her to.

Usually, as much as she enjoyed the transgression of penetrating a boycow, she enjoyed being a woman so much it made her one of the straightest succubae around. And, of course, she reflected smugly, she liked the fact that no one else on Earth or in Hell ever had to compromise less than she did. That was always a fucking turn-on. Something that, she could perhaps admit to herself, had discouraged her from experimenting with her staff side as freely as she might otherwise have done. It almost made her resentful of her girls, for forcing her to abandon—or at least suspend—that conceit, even if it was at her own choice to fulfill her own ambitions. She want to punish them, for making her compromise her own rigid, dominant femininity; and she couldn’t help the feeling they were asking for it, the little two-faced strumpet-prigs. Among a species more sexually-ambivalent than almost any other, being ultra-, exceptionally-, uncompromisingly- feminine was a badge to Channah of her own uniqueness and power.

All of which kind of pissed her off. Well, really pissed her off. At them. Again. The whiny little straitlaced better-than-thou virginal sheltered taffeta-girl wimps!

Regarding their insolent buttocks thrust up at her like challenges—or at the very least, invitations—she felt herself breathing more heavily, her forehead and coccyx twitching with the rising urge to strike and penetrate them both here. She could hardly imagine how badly they would freak out to feel her pushing lube into their sphincters, reminding them of the last time they had thought themselves senseless until she showed them what it really meant…

“Fuck!” She shivered and rolled her eyes, turning away and forcing her thoughts down gentler courses. She should have done these things on the heteraslakos if she were in the mood for it. And she could always do it next weekend. Or the next. Or the one after that….

But she’d already pushed her girls harder than she’d pushed anyone she wanted to be genuinely intimate with before. And she needed them to be intimate with her—needed them to love and trust her and depend on her. She had to rein herself in and give them love they could understand. Love they were more than ready for. Love they did need, and maybe she wanted, just for a little bit—just for fun. Only, she’d made them such perfect demon-bait… too fucking perfect… Only, they drove her so crazy—

Roughly and impulsively, allowing herself to womanhandle them and leave them helpless and lost to sate her own desire to punish and dominate them, she unhooked their collars from the hitching rings. She enjoyed very much how startled and fearful each girl was at the first touch, shocked to feel evidence of anyone else after hours of being lonely and abandoned, even if they had spent those hours pining for her. They were uncertain who was unhitching them and what they would be subjected to next. They had no idea, and no way of finding out.

She yanked the girls to their feet by their shortleashes and, after she was sure they both had enough circulation and feeling in their legs to keep their feet, casually draped the leashes over her shoulders, pulling their chins down right beside her ears and shivering with the feel of their soft skin and softer breath. Pulling and holding the shortleashes tight, she forced the girls to follow her closely while trying not to trip over their Domina or their own feet. She giggled, feeling them struggle and try to move cautiously, fearful that their next step might be on a painful or treacherous or difficult surface, as she led them back into—and through—the honeycomb.

Literature Section “07-02 Honeycomb Funhouse Mindfuck”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 2 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1240 words—Accompanying Images: 1984-1995—Published 2025-07-02—©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.

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