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2200 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Pharaoh of Diamonds–Mexico (Poker-sized–variant A)
2200 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Pharaoh of Diamonds–Mexico (Tarot-sized–variant A)
2201 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Pharaoh of Diamonds–Mexico (Poker-sized–variant B)
2201 07-38 Chthonic Tarot–Pharaoh of Diamonds–Mexico (Tarot-sized–variant B)
2239 07-38C supply-your-own caption
2240 07-38C Penny Finds Hong too Mesmerizing to Mind
2237 07-38C THANK YOU 200 Watchers! …again (broken heart queen)
2238 07-38C THANK YOU 200 Watchers! …again (death card queen)

WARNING:  CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT.

GAME RULES AVAILABLE HERE. [INSERT LINK]

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah and Húanglóng have agreed to resolve a disagreement between them by betting on a game of Perdition:  Demonic Tarot.  When Penny is upset to find her services anted up into the pot, Channah dares her to raise the stakes and fight for herself.  The game is beginning with the serious business of betting enhanced by shameless teasing and cheating on the side.  NOW:

Stake 1—Betting Their Asses

“As the hostess, it falls to me to call for the stakes.  With the House whole,” Channah began, batting her eyelashes at her husband:  “Sweetie dear, since you are offering a condition…”

Húanglóng responded, rolling his eyes:  “Yes, dear.  Channah, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of myself and two of my best vassals—their selection being subject to your veto—to spend exactly one week at Sademtsaowah using every ounce of our persuasive powers in good faith training every jariya you deliver to us there during the week we are committed to staying.  And as a condition for inducing you to make a counter-stake, I renounce any claim that under our marriage contract, marrying chattel would change their status or their treatment.”

“Thank you, my love,” Channah smiled and reciprocated:  “Húanglóng, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of my servants George, Jacob, Esmeray, Chastity, and Penance, with Fang’s consent Huifen—”

Fang quietly but audibly intoned “Consent.”

“and with Kadidia’s consent Boubacar—”

Kadidia likewise murmured “Consent.”

“In their present condition less any losses they incur during this esteemed game, for a period of exactly one week, with title and no restrictions of any kind except that you must return them in at least as good as the condition you received them, subject to normal wear and tear.  I will deliver them to you without anything else, not so much as a stitch of clothing or a sip of water, if you can win more tricks than me before the House is unsealed.”

“Your counter is acceptable, and my offer is firm.”

“I accept it.”

“DONE!” they both cried, slamming their fists on the table.

“Well-met and well-bet!” came several approving cries from around the table.

Stake 2—Staked and Baked

Practically before the cheers were finished, Judas impatiently barked:

“As stakes for every trick of this game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that every member of the team losing the highest-ranked card, take a deep draught.  And as a condition for inducing the members of each team to agree, I propose every member of the Lodge finish a tankard or a bong before each deal and certify their compliance by pronouncing themselves ‘Staked and Baked’!”

“Seconded!” Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Kadidia all roared at once.  “Vote!”

“Aye!” every demon at the table announced, and then immediately stared at Penny, whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and had to close her mouth before she gulped.

“Excuse me, Mistresses and Masters.”  Turning to her teammates she asked “What do you think?”

While behind her came a chorus of loud boos and razz noises.  Penny glanced back, looking indignant, and burst:  “What?!  Mistresses.”

“This isn’t a democracy!” 

“Who do you think you’re playing with?!”

“I was told the rules—” more catcalls immediately drowned out Penny’s ability to speak, and almost, she capitulated, but noticing several players were laughing, Jacob looked pissed, Tiferet looked curious, and the human lovers looked resigned (and ignoring George’s confused expression), Penny frowned thoughtfully, turning back towards her teammates.

Before she could even articulate her question, Chas, with a gesture for her to hurry, said: “Yes!  Yes!  Of course!”

“Fine,” Esmeray agreed, unphased.

“Ah—Aye?” Penny said back to the table

“DONE!” Judas led a chorus comprised of everyone at the table except Penny, likewise leading the Lodge by slamming his fist down into the table.

“PRINCESS!”  Channah bellowed.

“Done,” Startled, she rapped the table unconvincingly, earning another round of complaints.

Stake 3—Packed and Jacked

“Is this one as soft as she seems?”  Judas demanded.

“She is!”  Kadidia, Rivqah, and Miriam all chorused with various degrees of disparagement while Penny’s shoulders stiffened and Channah choked with laughter on the bong she was inhaling from.

Judas shook his head while Húanglóng barked, “I think I see where this is going!  Doing—as you have asked—by applying my ingenuity to their training, I think we need to play by dragon rules.  I propose we add the Dragon King rule for the duration of the game!”  From their reactions, Channah and her handmaidens knew this rule, and would be likely to approve.

“I am not familiar with that,” Judas admitted, while several other players shook their heads to indicate the same.

“Point of order—” Penny raised her hand, being completely ignored by Húanglóng, who bellowed over her:

“I propose, starting immediately, that the starter of each deal be able to unilaterally change and add rules at the beginning of each deal!”

“I love it!”  “Second!”  “Vote!” various demons cried.

Penny seized a momentary silence to blurt out at high speed:  “point-of-order-you-can’t-add-rules-the-first-round!”  And then when the demons came up short, staring at her, she swallowed again.  “Can you?”

Kadidia and Fang exchanged an amused, but intent look over Penny’s head that the girls would soon understand meant they were communicating through their minds.  With a decisive nod, they both surprised Penny by sliding right up against her from either side, hooking their near arms under hers to push them behind their shoulders where they would be useless and locking them in place with their own arms, their near hands each reaching around Penny’s head to play with her hair and ears and giggling at her reaction.

“Hey!”  Penny protested ineffectually.  “Wha—you can’t—can you?!”

“Actually, we can, chattel,” Fang assured her.  “As long as we don’t interfere with your game play—and since we haven’t even chosen the starter or the dealer yet, there’s no game to play—we can do—” she leaned in, brushing her lips over Kadidia’s hand and Penny’s ear to whisper:  “whatever we want.”

“And make you do whatever we want,” Kadidia added, reminding her:  “You’re still property of our Queen, and thus chattel to all the succubae.  Chattel.”  And then, seeing how Penny gasped, she reached her far hand around, nodding at Fang who followed her lead.  Both of them placed their hands on Penny’s knees, and when she tried instinctively to snap them together, both succubae laughed, slipping their hands partway up Penny’s thighs and seizing them by their insides, pulling them insistently.  “Are you… resisting, chattel?”  her soft, pseudo-intimate suggestion hinting at closeness while being pitched loudly enough for the whole table to hear, provoking a round of expressions of surprise and mock-concern.

“No, Mistress,” Penny whined, deflating and yielding as the two succubae prised her knees apart and then gasping again in shock, amusing the other teams, as they deftly lifted them over their own knees.

Before their hands snuck back towards Penny’s crotch, almost making the poor girl hyperventilate.

“Don’t move them back unless we tell you to,” Fang whispered.

“No, Mistress!”

“Do you know what your Domina gave us?”

“No, Mistress?”  Penny sounded uncertain and nervous.

“Access… privileges…” Fang hissed sensually, as her hand closed on Penny’s cage, squeezing it to command it to open and pulling it from her body, eliciting a deep, shocked breath that turned into a querulous squeal.

“She sounds scared!” Judas laughed.  “Certainly not the reaction you’d expect from a girl lucky enough to have kept her cock.  So far.”

“Oh, she doesn’t have a cock—look at it,” Fang simpered, leaning back so by leaning forward Judas could see it.

With a surprised sound, he laughed:  “Point taken!”

“But her clitty is very.  Hard,” Fang purred.

“And it is cute,” Kadidia teased.

“I’d warn you she hasn’t been allowed any cummies in some time and she’s close to popping but…” Channah shrugged.

“Oh, it’s obvious,” Kadidia laughed.

 “Open your mouth,” Fang commanded her quietly; and then:  “Wider.”  And when Penny obeyed, she pushed the cage, and the hem of Penny’s dress, between her teeth, commanding her to “Hold those fast!” This, and the way they were holding her arms behind them and her legs on top of theirs, had two salutary effects:  The first, of putting Penny completely on display for the very salacious attentions of her admirers, and the second, of shutting Penny up. 

Fang held up a single finger, her index finger, so close to Penny’s face her eyes crossed, and then slowly and dramatically, dropped it between Penny’s legs, tickle-stroking her clit from one end to the other, eliciting a forceful, helpless squeak and a helpless shudder that caused the entire crowd to erupt in delight.  Her face turned red and she writhed and shuddered helplessly under the intensity of Fang’s one, delicate, carefully-applied fingertip, entertaining the Lodge even as it embarrassed her.  Most of all, it embarrassed her she couldn’t help her body’s (and if she could admit it to herself, her soul’s) responses to the things that were done to her, no matter how much she tried.  It made her feel like a scandalous, sinful little hussy, and she was afraid it revealed her to be exactly that.

“What do you think… shouldn’t your team vote to play Dragon King Perdition?  Hmm baby?”

“You know we’d think up ever such sensual and obscene pleasures a scandalous, sinful little hussy like you would adore!”

Penny made a sharp, screeching sound of protest as the room erupted in cruel laughter, mortified and dismayed to have her own thoughts—thoughts she wished she could stop herself hearing, or better yet even having—broadcast to the roomful of people around her. 

“And I think we could add rules in the first round,” Kadidia managed to make it sound like something she’d just decided this moment, as her finger began brushing over Penny’s taint, slipping insidiously between the rising globes of her buttocks to explore and tease where they had not been invited.  But Penny’s face and labored breath and glowing skin made it obvious to everyone in the room that she was incapable of offering resistance to any violation, however outrageous, if only her expert handlers were the ones to demand it of her.  Her hips were starting to shift and roll, and the sounds she made when she breathed were becoming higher-pitched and harder.  “Don’t you, ‘zuckerbär’?”

“Maybe—” Penny almost seemed to have forgotten her mouth was supposed to be holding her cage and hem; the dress didn’t fall far, but her cage would have fallen to the floor and rolled under the table if Fang hadn’t caught it and tossed it on the table before setting her hand back to work.  “Domina Esmeray please—”

“Nooo,” her qahramanah promptly said, firmly and lyrically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world but she was trying to explain it to a child.  Pushing her knuckles into Penny’s back, she urged her:  “Say ‘no’ or say nothing!” 

“Yes Mistress—I mean, no! OHOWOWOWW!” her voice jumped an octave and several decibels as Kadidia’s teasing finger curled with her other fingers into a vise she clamped around Penny’s purse, twisting and pinching it brutally enough that Penny instinctively started bringing her legs together and trying to struggle out of their arms.  But they just laughed, Kadidia wrenching all the harder and Fang turning her own gentle fingertip into a raking claw.

“Legs spread!” they both commanded at once, and with a whimper, and then sobbing, Penny made herself yield, her knees shaking with the effort to fight her own instincts while Kadidia continued to hurt her, confused further as Fang kissed her sweetly… and then Kadidia, aggressively.

Around them, the assault on Penny was bad news for everyone else of lower status.  The wisdom of Tifaret’s proactive attentions to her Queen became more obvious—by anticipating her liege’s pleasure, she at least had some measure of agency over how she served it. Whether Channah was kinder to her than her handmaidens had been to the cambions because of her demonic purity, or because of her cleverness, was not entirely clear.  But their particular cruelty to Jacob seemed confirmed by how Rivqah, almost idly, was turning and twisting the nipple clamps she had just affixed to him.  Oliver’s fate, meanwhile, was somewhere in the middle:  Standing rigidly, facing away from the table, to form a seat-back for Miriam.

Húanglóng, sitting on the other side of Fang, snarled, making a mildly disgusted gesture towards Penny, its mildness expressing more about his laid-back personality than his opinion of people:  “You’re rewarding her!  She’s clearly a nervous Nellie, a sour-faced Puritan, and even worse—a pedantic pseudo-intellectual!  All at once!”

“Pseudo-intellectual,” Channah crowed.  “Ouch!  I’ll have you know I’ve invested in years of education for these three!”

“They’re shitting cattle!  Swine before whom you’ve cast your pearls.  ‘Pseudo’ at best, I’d say.  And I can assure you, little Ms. Twit—” Húanglóng shook his finger at Penny accusingly “—if you so much as open your entitled little mouth while you’re reporting to me, I’ll fill it immediately with something that needs servicing!  Speaking of which….”

Everyone who was a full-blooded demon was laughing, as Húanglóng leaned behind Fang to grab Huifen around her waist and Hong by her arm, pulling them both over to him and sitting them on opposite knees as they squealed and purred perfectly for him.  “Seeing as how you’re not using these…”

Fang’s face revealed little or nothing, but it can be said she didn’t look enthusiastic, or necessarily even pleased, by the King’s—not even her King’s—helping himself to her property.

Húanglóng would not have noticed if she had been more expressive; he was already locking lips with Hong, who was giggling and moving her hand between his legs, while Huifen followed her Mistress’s lead, leaning over to kiss his neck and running her hand over his chest.

On the other side of Esmeray, Judas, complaining:  “I’m not going to be the only one left out!  You two!” he snapped his finger at Chastity and Boubacar.  “Come get on my knees!”

Chastity felt her heart flutter; she just couldn’t tell why.  She felt fear, primarily of the unknown, but she also felt excitement, from that, and the way Judas looked; which was normal enough—not like the Dragon King with his nearly divine charisma and size—but fit and well-maintained.  And not the tiniest part of her was glad someone had at least picked her!  A minute later, despite her embarrassment at being ordered around and used as a prostitute, and by a male no less, she also felt herself hardening , provoking a pleased chuckle from Judas when he felt it.  It was a vile, nasty, dirty, delicious, daring excitement she’d become trained to without ever intending to; a shameful, wicked, thrilling feeling just on the cusp between craving and nausea, that she hadn’t felt with such force since her fagmaster had graduated a year ahead of her.  It was a kind of a sick, conditioned thrill serving the succubae hadn’t juiced her with.  Chastity didn’t know why, exactly; only that her reaction to being dominated by Judas was stronger and more confusing than serving Mayaan, or Channah and her Duchesses. 

She blushed a brilliant tomato red.  And she kinda liked it.

Obviously, she was not alone in her helpless and conflicted reactions to her treatment.  Fang was whispering, with mock-disgust:  “She’s leaking!” just as—miraculously from Penny’s point of view—Kadidia released her brutal hold on Penny, moving her hand to yank Penny forward by her leg until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the divan and only her legs and arms were holding her aloft.  Fang giggled, blowing on Penny’s ear.  “I’m not sure if I did this by exciting her, or you made her pee in fear!  A little bit of both, I think.”

“Either way, it will have to do,” Kadidia rumbled, collecting it on her fingertip and immediately pushing her long, powerful middle finger against, and then inside, Penny’s bottom as she cooed helplessly.  Her cry degenerated rapidly into a strange, delighted, strangled, gurgling sigh of a kind.  She concluded, with a satisfied smirk:  “How’s it feel to be packed and jacked, sweetie?”  The question was taken as rhetorical by the other demons, who laughed and applauded.

“Don’t sway!” Esmeray—the only one of the humans and cambions not being actively used by demons—took advantage of her situation to protect her team’s interests.  Alarmed, she growled, tapping Penny’s shoulder insistently from behind, seizing Penny’s neck with her other hand and pulling back on it so she could bite the back of her neck sharply to keep her attention focused.  “Demand they sustain your point of order!”

“I—er…” Penny croaked, her legs straightening and her toes pointing over her captors’ laps as she shuddered slightly:  “Sustained—me—please…”

Channah, laughing with the rest of them but quite serious, slammed her palms on the table and commanded, with a resigned tone:  “Stop!  She is not to cum!”

And as Fang and Kadidia abruptly withdrew, laughing in a conspiracy of glances, they revealed the wreck that was left of Penny, her eyes rolled up inside the lids of her eyes, her mouth hanging wide open and gasping, her head rolling from side to side, lying with her hands curled around Kadidia’s and Fang’s shoulders holding tight for dear life, her legs straight out and toes curling back in a hyperextended split, her whole body shuddering on her captors as her sensitive little clit throbbed with as much yang as it could muster between her legs.

Kadidia casually dipped and waggled her finger in Penny’s wine cup and fed it to her, quietly ordering her to clean it, repeating the action until she was satisfied her hand was pristine, as the conversation continued around them.

Stake 4—Orgasm Control

The whole table stared with fascinated suspense as Judas cried “A Hate she still comes!”

“I’ll cover that action,” Rivqah answered.  “Idiot.”

“How little he thinks of succubae!” Miriam agreed.

“Bring it in-house!” Tifaret demanded, requesting that he not merely lay a side bet but add stakes to the game, as Penny’s shaking slowed.

“Hear hear!” several others chorused.

“Whoever makes her cum first—” Judas started, distracted for good reason.

“No!  Boo!” came shouts immediately from most of the succubae around them, laughing and shaking their heads.

“What?”

“You are not going to reward anyone for making her cum!”  Channah complained.

“Whyever not?”

“Males!” howled the succubae from every direction, and even Judas laughed guiltily.

“Really, as with any steer, it wouldn’t be much of a bet, would it?” Rivqah observed.  “I mean…” she gestured towards the still-struggling, gasping Penny.

Tifaret snorted, almost spitting out a mouthful of wine.  “The only question would be whether we’d accidentally tear her little clit off as we fought to touch it first!”

“A touch is all it would take!” Fang agreed, smirking down at Penny’s bobbing member.  “Still!  She’s a horny little bitch.”

“And more to the point,” Húanglóng yelled, “No cheapening of the stakes!”

“I would never!” Judas thundered.  “You impugn me, sir!”  And then immediately undermined his own indignation by murmuring:  “What did I do?” revealing he clearly had no idea what Húanglóng was talking about.

“This steer is already a stake between Channah and I,” the dragon explained, “Any jariya, but especially a steer, is worth more quick than slack!”

“Well, I mean… a bull is worth more quick, surely?”  Rivqah frowned.

“Not to me,” Judas scoffed.  “I don’t need them hard.  Not that it’s ever a problem….”

The original steer in question finally started to calm, breathing more regularly, her muscles slowly relaxing from bow-taut to slumped, with a forlorn expression that amused those who saw it.

“Oh, all right,” Judas conceded.  “But if you want a prudish bet it will be better-formed by one of my viraginous sisters.”

“Damned right you are!” Kadidia agreed.

As it happened, it it was Esmeray who startled them all by making a not-very-modest proposal:  “As stakes for the game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that if any other team makes Penny cum, they have to clean it up with their tongues.”

The table erupted immediately with exaggerated objections before she was even finished:  “No!”  “Outrageous!”  “She’s just a slave!”  “She should reward us for that!”

So Esmeray had to raise her voice to finish her wager:  “And if Penny or Chastity makes her cum, I’m going to fist them with the biggest item in their toybox and leave it inside the offender.”

The protests immediately trailed off as everyone at the table, while laughing or somehow managing not to, agreed that was fair.  Well, everyone except Penny and Chas, who despite their respective distractions, were startled enough to stare at her in shock.

“I think that should protect your interests dear, and my plans,” Channah admitted.  “Assuming, that is, Penny understands what we’re talking about?”  Everyone immediately looked at Penny, whose expression was all the answer they needed.  “I’d say she’s worked it out.”

Penny, afraid of being blamed for a demon’s work, could only manage:  “Maybe it would be best if you—put my cage back on, Domina?”

As the players dissolved in laughter, Channah shook her head.  “Certainly not!  Esmeray, if you could learn to enjoy the interests of succubae you’d have a bright future at this game.  That was an excellent wager.  Now I feel torn between my plans for Penny and the bright spectacle of someone having to deliver!  Exactly what this game is about!”

“Second!” called Kadidia, clarifying “the newly-proposed game stakes.”

Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam all roared at once.  “Vote!”

“Done!” shouted everyone at the table, except Penny again (if she could even be said to be “at the table” anymore), whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and who didn’t even turn to her teammates before instinctively beginning:  “No!—” But Esmeray was ready for her, bringing her hand up from Penny’s neck to her mouth, covering it firmly and pulling the smaller woman back against her shoulder as Esmeray declared “Done,” in her usual businesslike way.  Penny instinctively reached up to seize Esmeray’s hands, but then hesitated, and instead of fighting, she obediently held onto Esmeray’s arm, looking indignant but uncertain.

Chas thought about trying to stand up for her friend, expecting (or perhaps, more accurately, hoping) it was pointless, and feeling guilty for her silence.

Kadidia, however, did act—offering a fresh bong to Esmeray and suggesting:  “This will fill her as well as a cock and better than your hand.”  And when she saw Esmeray wasn’t following:  “Use it for a pacifier on your zuckerbär.” 

“She’ll choke on it,” Esmeray assured her.  “And then probably throw up.  On us, Mistress.”

“From what I’ve seen of the girl, she’s likely right,” Fang conceded.  “Perhaps she should stick with the spiked wine.”

Kadidia considered for a minute, then looked thoughtfully at Channah, her lips curved upwards in amusement:  “You want to keep your wives and your bed sweet, don’t you?”

 “Perhaps 3 nights out of 4,” Channah allowed.  “And rough the other one.”  The demons roared with laughter.  “But…” Channah’s eyes narrowed.  “I expect they’ll need to be sweet with their clients more often than that.  But never dull,” she emphasized.  “Never dull in my bed or with their clients.  I have whorehouses full of those.”

“The Germans have been experimenting with all manner of tinctures.”

“Alchemists?”

“Some of them, yes; others, physicians.  A Swiss one, Theophrastus von Hohenheim,” she laughed “with a choleric temperament that continually gets him into trouble has invented a number of laughably toxic and other dangerous concoctions, including one called laudanum.  But his ‘laudanum’ does contain one ancient and proven medicine, a most agreeable tincture of the poppy, which I like to blend with the tincture of Má.”  She set a small bottle on the table filled with a dirty dark-brown liquid.  “It can be diluted in wine or simply mixed with honey or blackstrap molasses.  Although Boubacar’s training is so far advanced, he will eat the tincture by itself!” Kadidia laughed, not quite pleasantly.  “Make her suck on this until it’s empty.  You’ll see.”

And when Esmeray nodded, Kadidia rolled it into Penny’s mouth, as Esmeray raised her hand, lowering it back down and then jiggling it in Penny’s mouth as she looked down at her, drinking up her affront and submission like a drug. “You heard grandmother.  Suck on it for mommy.  I said—” and then, seeing Penny comply, she looked back up at the table, well pleased with herself.

Stake 5—Conspiracy of Silence

“Yes,” Miriam agreed, “It is good to silence a slave.  To that end, for the benefit of and on behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the game that anyone who raises a point of order that a majority of the Lodge overrules has to spend the rest of the game as a—”

“Except dealing!” Channah interjected.

“The rest of the game except dealing, as naked furniture of choice for the starter team.”

It was seconded and done as quickly as it was proposed, Esmeray both agreeing and ensuring with a glance that Chas remained quiet and with her hand that Penance did.  Although her eyes blazed with the injustice and unreasonableness of what was happening, Penny just clung to Esmeray’s arm, tears stinging her eyes.

Stake 6—Opposing Forces

Judas grinned evilly.

“Simply to keep the game interesting…”

“Oh, we must keep it interesting,” Channah agreed.

“On behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the trick that any team, including, ah—let’s see—Aristotle and Ms. Glower over there!” And he snapped his finger with his arm pointing toward Penny and Esmeray.

“Meoto,” Rivqah prompted, proposing one of Penny’s nicknames—chatterbox, which in Japanese also implied effeminacy.

“Yes! Meoto’s team!  Any team with a member moving their flesh against Meoto’s clitoris and  purse before the first card is played in each trick, may switch turn-order with anyone else for that trick.”

This proposal actually prompted a second of silence before people started responding.  There were two “seconds,” but Miriam began hesitantly:  “That… sounds like….”  Then she shook her head.  “Never mind.” 

“It’s not a rule modification!”  Judas insisted, knowing what she had been considering asking. 
“Each party to the transaction is just agreeing they will switch their own place if they lose the bet, and since it’s a proposed rule for the lodge, everyone will have made the same agreement!”

“Plausible….”  “I like it!” “Oh, come now, how can we resist?”  The demons offered a variety of thoughts that fell somewhere between excuses and true agreements.

“Second, but only with the clarification that your flesh must be moving against hers at all times you’re touching,” Fang suggested, resting her hand familiarly—almost possessively—on Penny’s still bare lower belly, demonstrating by pushing and stroking her skin in a teasing game of proximity to Penny’s sex as she glanced at her victim and winked, before turning her attention back to the table, her hand lazily circling Penny’s belly and thighs and hips, as Penny froze like a deer in a bulls’-eye lantern, hardly breathing.  “I don’t want any teams camping out on her flesh without taking a risk…”

Channah looked torn, but finally shrugged with the grudging suggestion of a smile.  “Fine.  It’s clever, Miss Fang.  A delightful opposition of forces.”

Fang looked down at her victim and observed:  “It may not be that much of a risk…. Your girl doesn’t seem to be much of an exhibitionist.”

“We’re working on her,” Rivqah offered spiritedly.

“Then your amendment—or ‘clarification’—is accepted and the stakes, so modified, offered again,” Judas announced, having it seconded and approved as quickly as in the previous round.  “That’s what they call a ‘cum bet’ in Hazard.”

“And I supposed,” Fang drawled, “we’d call this little twig here a ‘cum bar’?”

“Precisely!”

Penny, in the arms of two different women, and yet in a counterpoise of her own, managed to look miserable and defiant all at once.

“Any other stakes?” Channah asked.

“Next round, certainly!”

“Then let’s play!”

RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE. [INSERT LINK]

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Literature Section “07-38C Just Some Bad Dirty Fun:  Packing and Jacking”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 38 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—4417 words—Accompanying Images:  2200-2201, 2237-2240—Published 2025-09-18—©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.

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2170 07-34 Sakura supervising gardening
2171 07-34 Sakura supervising gardening
2172 07-34 Haruka supervising washing
2173 07-34 Haruka cooking
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2175 07-34 Haruka cooking

PREVIOUSLY:  The second long, perverse, intense day of Channah’s, Chastity’s, and Penance’s honeymoon is over.  They sleep as they feel:  closer to one another than ever before, and more unequal, the internal power dynamics of their relationship further strengthened by Channah’s erotic assertive hunger, Penny’s suffering service, and Chastity’s eagerness to please and belong.  NOW:

They awoke to another perfect morning at the top of the world, a chill in the air perfectly counterbalanced by their tightly-snuggled warm bodies, and the Sun’s indirect light from behind the surrounding mountains a promise of coming warmth.  The flowers in Channah’s garden were as revived as they, blooming to greet the Sun, the air fresh and innocent as Eden, the joyous songs of birds celebrating the world’s rebirth.  All three of the lovers felt invigorated and eager for the day. 

Giggling, the girls carrying their Mistress’s sandals and dress, she led them hand-in-hand to the bath where she watched Penny pick up the jar of soap and stare at it.  Intuiting what Penny was thinking, she asked:  “It tastes awful, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina,” she agreed unhappily, reaching her fingers resignedly towards the jar.

“Here,” Channah interrupted her, “Let’s do this right.  Chastity—” she handed her the jar while reaching into the water to remove Penny’s chastity cage, enjoying the way her wife gasped and her eyes widened.  Then she took Penny’s hair in her hand and yanked her head back and down so Penny collapsed on her knees leaning backward in the water, feeling Channah’s legs pressing into her side.  Smiling sexily, Channah scooped up the soap and and barked:  “Open wide, bitch,” giggling and looking turned on when Penny immediately obeyed, even knowing what was coming.  Humming, she smeared the powerful soap around the inside of Penny’s mouth, scrubbing and semi-choking her.  Their eyes were locked on one another’s the whole time, intimate enough to make Chastity feel a pang of jealousy, and Channah began breathing heavier as she watched her prodding fingers force tears to form around the edges of Penny’s eyes.

When she was finished, she held Penny there, half-choking on soap, reaching under the water to confirm with a wider smile that Penny was fully hard.  “You’re coming along well as a wife.  But I’m afraid there’s not enough soap in the world for a girl as dirty as you,” she whispered, giggling as she pushed Penny’s head forward and down, half-drowning the girl as she finally let her rinse her mouth out.  When Penny finally seemed to have gotten as much of the soap out as she could, Channah kept hold of her hair and dragged her backward to the edge of the spring beside a flat rock where she had directed the girls to set her things.  Penny was again held near surface level gazing up at the beautiful blue sky and the even-more-beautiful demoness towering over her.  Fishing out a Persian hard candy, Channah put it in her own mouth, then leaned forward and down to kiss her girl, pushing the sweet and pleasant mint confection into her mouth as they made out.

Without interrupting what she was doing, she stretched her empty hand out towards Chastity and snapped her fingers impatiently.  Figuring it out, Chastity came closer to them with the jar of soap, at once glad and uncomfortable with the strange feeling of still being outside their bubble no matter how physically proximate they were. 

Channah pulled her lips off Penny long enough to murmur:  “You know how to float?”  And when Penny nodded, she commanded:  “On your back, then, bitch!”  getting more soap and laughing as she began working on Penny’s little nub when it came into view at the surface of the water, pleased with how hard it was.  Sniggering, she released her victim suddenly, making her flail to keep her head above water, and teased her:  “I’d tell you to take care of that but you might misinterpret it as permission.”  Suddenly adopting an innocent expression, she asked:  “Do you want me to hit it until it gets soft?  Or can you think good, pure, decent thoughts while you bathe the rest of your body so you’re ready for your cage before we get out?”

“I’ll try—I’ll think decent thoughts, Domina,” Penny promised hoarsely.

“Good girl.  See you do so.  And if I were you, I’d look out over the valley.  The way you’re looking at me now, your little stubby won’t be getting any better-behaved.  If you won’t fit back in your cage when I’m ready to lock you up, I’ll make it wilt.”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed, embarrassed at her sharp laugh and the even sharper one when Penny turned away sharply to look out over the valley and clean herself, trying to tune that out and the noises of Channah flirting with and washing Chastity.

Eventually, when her companions quieted down, the warm spring water and the paradise around them were too peaceful and powerful to ignore and she floated silently in the water, marveling to be there.

“The birds… don’t come into the house,” Penny observed, when there was silence behind her, watching an eagle soar above the valley in front of them. 

“No, they don’t,” Channah agreed happily.  “Not birds, not insects, not rodents.  Only humans and demons—beings with souls—come into the house.”

“Do demons have souls?”  Penny asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at Channah, and then reddened at Channah’s surprised expression.  “I’m sorry Domina, I wasn’t thinking—”

Looking both amused and slightly challenged, she answered:  “I… think so.  Don’t we?”  And then, embarrassed in her own turn when she saw their surprised expressions, asked pointedly:  “How confident are you about humans?”

The girls laughed before realizing she was serious as well as challenging them in turn.  Looking at one another, Penny answered slowly:  “I… think so, too.” 

Meanwhile, Chastity opined:  “Most of us for sure.  I can’t speak to all of us.”  Then Chastity looked at Penny in shock.  “You think so?!  You aren’t sure?!”

Now it was Penny’s turn to look embarrassed.  “Probably,” she allowed, turning her gaze back upon the eagle.  “I think… I feel… I see, I experience… I must have a soul, mustn’t I?”

“If that huge heavy burden you carry around everywhere with you isn’t a soul,” Channah suggested, “You might want to figure out what it is.  Or even better, simply let go of it.”  And then, with an evil laugh:  “And maybe let it go even if it is.”

“NO!”  Penny protested, shocked, whirling around and then seeing her lazily gazing back, amused.

Rolling her eyes, she said:  “Are you ready to get back in your cage now, St. Augustine?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny admitted meekly, moving back towards her Mistress in response to her lazily beckoning fingers. 

Only after they were both locked back up did she lead them out of the bath and tease them by making them dry her off and dress her, sighing with pleasure as she felt their need for her returning and could tell they were feeling the tightness of her bejeweled grip below. 

Just as they turned toward the house, Channah paused with a surprised expression.  “Hang on… I think we have guests!”

Striding to the door barring the entrance to the honeycomb, she pointed to the ground behind her and snapped her fingers, not bothering to wait for them to kneel before she approached the door and opened it, revealing Miriam and Rivqah, dressed to the nines in tight sheer white linen kalasiris that only emphasized, rather than concealed, their voluptuous forms; high-heeled gold mules; and exquisite gold jewelry that was as striking as a whole, as the individual pieces were subtle individually.  They encircled or were draped over or dangled from every part of their bodies, from the tiaras on the crowns of their heads, to the rings around their toes.  They were both hanging on the arms of a huge mountain of a man, fully a foot taller than most men, with broad shoulders, heavy musculature covered with softer subcutaneous fat, and a wide fat belly.  But who was most notable for the charismatic force of personality that radiated out from him like a shockwave.  Complementing the two succubae, he was wearing only a tight sheer white linen shendyt, gold sandals, and his own complement of gold jewelry.  All three of them wore clothing the girls associated so narrowly with ancient Egypt that it seemed incongruous on a man whose features and skin were so obviously East Asian, and his air of danger and reckless self-assurance so clearly those of some barbarian kha-khan. 

To the girls’ shock, Channah positively squealed with delight, rushing forward and crying out joyfully:  “Húanglóng my love!” before embracing the man, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him and allowing him to whirl in a circle while she clung to him as if she were a cotton doll. 

“My beloved Channah!” he roared back, before kissing her on the lips, while Miriam and Rivqah watched and applauded, sparing only brief smirks of withering contempt for the two red-faced humiliated girls kneeling nude and caged on the ground behind their Queen.  Clearly not all of her husbands were broken and chastised.  Certainly not her first and primary husband, a demon as powerful and distinguished as Húanglóng, King of the Dragons.

When they were finally done, Húanglóng set Channah back on her feet and she asked excitedly:  “However did Miriam and Rivqah pry you away from your Palace of Indolence?  It’s been…”

“Years,” he shrugged casually.  “Possibly decades.  I’m not sure.  But in truth, I see little reason to stir from my own paradise.  No reason, in fact—besides you, of course, my dear.  I’ve hardly even noticed much difference being banished to hell.  Human vice and weakness still bring legions of the vermin to us seeking dragons, gold, and glory….  and we dragons like the dry heat.  And since we, literally, breathe brimstone, we don’t even notice the smell.  Lilith and Cain, it’s been… centuries since I’ve smelled the air of Earth,” he marveled, looking at the beauty around him and drawing in deep breaths of fresh air.  “Maybe I ought to be a little less of a homebody… but finding the right body for a man such as me?  One even fractionally worthy of my presence?  Fortunately, your extraordinary and devoted handmaids found me this body, which even has a…” he shrugged, “somewhat adequate approximation of a cock, to wear to the mortal world.  A rare find indeed!  Miriam and Rivqah, my dears, you have outdone yourselves,” he beamed at them.

“Honestly, happening upon the fellow in Central Asia is what persuaded us to crash your honeymoon!”  Miriam admitted.

“It seemed almost like a sign,” Rivqah interjected.  “Especially knowing how much progress you want to make with your girls!  It occurred to us you could use your husband’s… unique powers.”

Channah considered for a moment and conceded:  “You have a point.  I have every confidence in my little ceshi.  But I’m sure my poor dears don’t stand a chance against the mighty mighty Húanglóng—either in competing for my attention, or resisting him.”  Penny and Chas exchanged a nervous, worried look, but didn’t dare interrupt.

“And I admit, when they told me you had locked yourself away for a week with only a pair of eunuchs for company, well, I… I don’t know,” Húanglóng admitted, looking embarrassed.  “I did feel rather like I’d let the side down with you.  I mean… next you’ll be joining a nunnery!”  The demons collapsed in laughter at the idea, but Channah looked worried and anxious enough, the girls could immediately sense how little she liked the image her honeymoon apparently being painted of her by the wags of hell.  “I had to come and jolly you out of your funk before the other demons started gossiping that your rebellion had already failed!”

“Nonsense!” Channah stamped her foot with outrage at the idea, trying not to show how shaken she was by the suggestion, with thoughtfulness outliving the outrage and lingering behind.  “But you’re right, it is too dangerous to risk making them even start to believe a pair of lowly jawari matter a whit to me.  Let alone speculating why.”

“Of course, it’s nonsense!” Húanglóng agreed, waving his hands dismissively, “but locked up in hell, in their own miserable little realms—nothing like my beautiful pleasure palace—all the rest of them can do is gossip jealously!”

“Well, it’s ridiculous.  I’ve been returning to exploring of my own, remembering my masculine side for the first time in… years, certainly,” she conceded, before acknowledging again:  “But anything that attracts notice to my affairs… especially my wives… is unwanted.”  Frowning, she continued:  “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

“Certainly, my dear!”  And they had another long, languorous kiss before separating, Húanglóng almost stepping back onto Chastity by accident.  Looking down, he frowned.  “Are these your little cucks?  I’ll look forward to seeing what you’ve trained them to do!”

“Oh, it’s early days yet,” Channah admitted, looking slightly embarrassed for some reason.  “That was one of the reasons I planned the honeymoon, to catch them up on their training before I put them to work!  Without imagining I might be with you!  Rivqah and Miriam, my sisters, what a perfect gift this is for me.”  Then, her voice becoming harsh, she barked over her shoulder:  “Girls, fall on your bellies and suck the toes of your Master and Brother-Husband.”  They looked up at her with shock, and then immediately fear to see the intense insistence in her voice and eyes, before blushing, forcing themselves to the ground, and pushing their tongues under his toes to lift them enough to suck.  Above them, they could hear Miriam and Rivqah sniggering and clapping with delight as Channah hissed:  “That’s the way.  You know he’s your better in every way that would matter to a male, don’t you?”

“A little slow for my taste,” Húanglóng opined judgmentally at the girls.  “I can see why you don’t think they’re ready yet.  But I expect we can help you discipline and train them better while we’re here, if you don’t want to keep all the fun to yourself.”

“So…” Channah smiled mischievously.  “Did you have a plan for your visit?  Or are we simply winging it?”

“Planned?!  Oh, have we ever!”  Miriam burst.  “But you have no need to worry about it.   Why don’t the two of you celebrate your reunion and let us take care of everything else?”

“Awww….” Channah gazed at them fondly.  “You two are my heart,” she exclaimed, hugging them both tightly before stripping off her robe and kicking off her shoes, an action Húanglóng immediately copied.  “Do you remember where the bedroom is?” she asked her husband.

“It doesn’t matter… I want to follow and watch your sinuous and spellbinding walk, my goddess,” Húanglóng confessed.  “Please, lead my way so I can follow!”  And giggling, she sprinted for the house, with Húanglóng eagerly—and her wives’ eyes despairingly—following her wide buttocks and long legs propelling her towards their marital bed.

The girls’ view was interrupted before the happy couple disappeared around the corner of the garden path by Rivqah’s high-heeled sandals, as she stepped forward and then bent down, smirking into their eyes as they sheepishly looked up to meet hers.  “You two must really feel like emasculated sissies now, mustn’t you?” 

And when they didn’t speak, her brows knitted together and her face darkened until the two girls nodded frantically.  “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, Domina, what?!”

“Yes—yes, we feel like emasculated sissies, Domina.”

“Too slow again, but better!  How much she must be coddling you!  I’m so relieved we intervened before you two completely unlearned all your manners and skills.  Why do you suppose you feel that way?” She then asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly while they exchanged a worried look, uncertain of their lines, before Penny figured it out and whispered, turning scarlet:

“Because we are emasculated sissies, Domina.”

“Quite!” she announced triumphantly.  “Pathetic!  Now gather up your Masters’ clothing and follow us to the house!”

The girls had been aware there were other figures in the honeycomb behind the three demons, but had neither the time nor the permission to pay them much attention before.  Now they—seven people, loaded with boxes and crates and equipment—emerged to follow Miriam and Rivqah without so much as a glance behind them, all their senses focused on not tripping in their haste to keep up with Rivqah and Miriam.  Four of them were male, three of them female.  Three of them were very pale—too pale to be human—and four of them were of human pallor and appearance, although the girls had learned not to make too many assumptions about what they might expect or find.  Two of those with a human appearance—Penny was sure—looked familiar. 

The girls scrambled to their feet to obey Rivqah’s command.

In fact, when they set down their burdens, the girls could confirm two of the recruits brought here by Channah’s Ladies’ Maids were known to them.  The first was none other than their qahramanah, Esmeray, who appeared to be about as discombobulated and anxious about being here instead of training her other jawari as the girls were to have her.  The other was, even more surprisingly, Big George, the carpenter of Fensmere. If anything, George was even more surprised to see them than they were to see him.  “You—you’re beautiful women now!” he managed, staring waay to long and not quite as delighted as Roger, Cutter, and Martin had been.  “What’s going on?”

“Channah has helped them realize their innermost desires, and become the things they have always yearned to be,” Miriam explained.

“Hallelujah!”  George proclaimed, immediately and automatically followed by Penny’s and Chas’s responses.

Taken aback, Esmeray asked:  “What was that?!” 

They looked embarrassed, but George answered:  “I don’t know, it just seemed to fit.  It sounded like she was praying or—”

“Like a benediction,” Penny offered, when George couldn’t find the right word.

“Yeah, like that.” 

The couple they did not recognize had swarthy skin and dark hair, perhaps Turkish like Esmeray, or Persian, or Arab.  The woman, distinguished from her colleagues by the fact she was not staggering under her burdens, carried only a long narrow bag in one hand and an elaborately inlaid lacquered case in the other.  She carried both of them protectively, it being obvious they were prized possessions she would not have wanted anyone else to carry for her, and seemed interested in everything around her as if she were having the experience of a lifetime.  The last was an intense, slim but well-muscled young man, who somehow managed to look amused, bemused, eager, and resentful as hell, all at the same time.  Both of them were dressed much as Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam had been, the young man’s sheer loincloth leaving no doubt as to why he had been invited to this particular party, or that he would be a popular guest.

The other three were gwailou, pale demons:  a beautiful woman, a beautiful young man, and a fussy old man, all of them, as the girls would learn, Japanese; and all of them appearing…. ‘Pale’ wasn’t really the right word.  But it fit insofar as it made sense to everyone who set eyes on one, and there was certainly no better way the girls could think to describe them.  ‘Washed-out’ would have been too harsh.  ‘Insubstantial’ would have been inaccurate.  And ‘white’ would have been outright misleading.  Yet there was something about them that gave them the hint of death or absence, and not being quite full-dimensioned creatures of the mortal world.  All of them seemed resentful of the pitiful girls they had first found kneeling caged, nearly-naked, and largely ignored on the ground; a mystery that was slowly solved as it emerged they had been brought here to do the tedious domestic chores Channah had planned for her girls, so the girls could be impressed to serve Miriam’s and Rivqah’s wicked, and presumably less boring, purposes instead.

The woman, who they would learn was actually a succubus named Tiferet, followed the happy couple up the stairs, still carrying her bag and case.

Miriam instructed the humans and gwailou while Rivqah disappeared into the supply room.  After they had put the kitchen supplies in the kitchen, and the other supplies in the storeroom, Miriam commanded:  “Asuka, clean the house!  And stay away from the succubae.  None of us want to be bothered with servants today.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the old man bowed, something unpleasant and resistant shimmering across his face but almost immediately suppressed, before he half-slunk out of sight, half-winked out of their awareness.

“Sakura, tend to the garden and also stay away from the guests—make it perfect!” 

“Yes, Mistress,” the beautiful young man bowed, his jaw set, disappearing with much the same strange combination of normal movement and magic as Asuka.

“Esmeray, the girls are already in their leathers but we want them leashed, with their wrists bound in front of them and their legs hobbled, before you bring them up.  But first, you girls, help and obey Haruka prepare drinks and food for us.  Unquestioningly and immediately.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the beautiful pale woman and her crew of helpers curtsied before their Domina, having nowhere to go from the kitchen they were already standing in.

“When Haruka has given you everything to bring up to us and tells you you’re done in the kitchen, Esmeray, lead your jawari up to us and kneel with them, watching and learning in respectful silence until and unless you’re called on.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina!”  The three of them responded.

“Excellent!” 

“And, needless to say, Haruka, nobody wants to see you, either,” Rivqah added as she breezed back into the kitchen, carrying the two lacquered boxes from among Fang’s wedding presents to Channah and smirking significantly at the girls.  George, sounding confused, asked:  “What would you like me to do, Mistresses?”

The two succubae exchanged an excited glance and broke out laughing as they took his huge hands in theirs.  “You’re coming with Jacob and us to join the adults!  We’ve heard some rumors about you that we’re most eager to confirm!”  And they began leading him up the stairs, followed by the other young man, it taking a minute for George to work out what they were talking about and start grinning.  Behind them, Esmeray looked relieved to have been left behind; while Penny and Chastity looked crushed.

Until Haruka, already crabby with the two girls for what was—from her point of view—their privileged status, walked between them, grabbing and holding their ears in unecessarily tight pinches that made them whine, and led them to the stove.

Literature Section “07-34 An Intervention to Rescue Channah from Accepting Sexual Mediocrity”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 34 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—3764 words—Accompanying Images:  2168-2175—Published 2025-08-25—©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.

2135 07-29 Boys do anything I ask.  Then I eat them for breakfast
2136A 07-29 A perfect height and attitude
2136B 07-30 After Channah finishes with her
2136C 07-29 When Penny can finally process what Channah made her do
2136—The 3 Stages of Breaking Penny
2137 07-29 Name something you would never, ever POSSIBLY agree to do.  I DARE you
2138A 07-29 I *love* that you accepted that, bitch
2138B 07-29 You’re still not even sure what you did, are you?
2138—Schadenfreude

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bullying, bondage, and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing oralsex, fellatio, asstomouth, pica, ATM, filth, cleanup, cumeating, orgasm, watersports, bullying, punishment, overpowering, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-29X Penny Learns Her Lesson at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah tested Penny by pushing her limits for pain and, satisfied and elated to feel vindicated, has just topped the hell out of her.  NOW:

Even as Channah’s ecstasy slowly ebbed, her laughter and her emotional high were such she kept shaking and shuddering.  She giddily turned her head perpendicular to Penny’s and covering her mouth with her own again, laughing into Penny’s mouth even as Penny was crying into hers, their seal so perfect the only air that escaped from either female’s mouth made a raspberry sound that just made Channah laugh harder.

“Oh, Penny…” she managed when she finally disengaged, tickled immediately by the pitiful noise somewhere between actual sobbing, gasping for breath, and simple pouting coming out of Penny’s listless mouth; and the way she had her eyes closed and her neck relaxed, her head lolling backward.  Combined with the helplessness of her bound arms and legs, abandoning any effort to control the only parts of her body she could control, represented a total and unconditional surrender that turned Channah on so much she had a secondary spasm right then, closer to an instinctual movement than a deliberate one.  “OH!  Penny honey I own your pretty little body and your hungry little soul, don’t I?”

“Body and soul, Domina,” Penny mourned, completely passive and exhausted.  “You’ve taken everything…” she whimpered, feeling spent and consumed and used hard.

“I’m sorry, but not quite, sugarbear,” she kind-of-commiserated with the girl.

“There’s nothing left, I swear it, Domina.  You have conquered me completely.”

“Fuck are you trying to get me started again?!  You’re a shameless and limitless hussy, aren’t you?”  Lying back on the black pillow, stretching her arms and groaning with satisfaction, she then propped herself up on her elbows and began rubbing her feet over Penny’s soaked-wet belly.  “You forgot about clean-up,” she reminded Penny in a singsong voice.  “You first!”  She shoved her toes into Penny’s passive mouth.  “No, no, lazybones—you start licking and sucking or I’ll—” she crammed that foot down Penny’s throat as hard as she could while she used the toes of her other foot to seize and brutally pinch Penny, eliciting an immediate and satisfying shriek, and an energetic and submissive working of her lips and tongue all over Channah’s feet.  “Ohhhhh…. such a diligent little sugar bear!  I’ll bet you just love your treat, don’t you?”

“Yes, Domina,” she repeated, obediently and brokenly.  “I do love my treat.”

“Which part do you like, sweetie?”

“I like both parts, Domina.  Very much.  Thank you for feeding me.”  Her shame and tears were intoxicating and mesmerizing to Channah.

“Gooood gurl!” she complimented Penny, her voice vibrating with her strong emotion.  “That’s the way, sweetie.  You just keep licking up that nasty mixture and when you’re done, I have a special reward for you!” she giggled.

“Yes, Domina,” Penny sounded utterly demoralized.

“And because you like it so much, I’m going to make a special effort to serve you your favorite loser cocktail whenever I allow you your release.  What do you say to that, puddin’?”

“Thank you for serving me my favorite loser cocktail, Domina.”

“I’m not convinced, you sound a bit lackluster and insincere.  Are you lying to me?”

“No, Domina!” Penny cried out, activated by her fear response, the intensity of her response making her sound extra pathetic.  “I’m so grateful Domina, for introducing me to loser juice—I mean, loser cocktail—”

“Actually, I think ‘loser juice’ is even better, because it makes it clear how immature you are!  Try again, and really put your heart into it!”

“Yes, Domina.  I’m so so so so grateful for your training me on loser juice and letting me drink it more often!”

“What do you want me to do when you’re given a treat in the future, sweetie?”

“I—I—” and then she figured it out.  “I want you to feed me my loser juice, Domina.  Please!”

“Well… if you want to.  Most people—men—would never do that.  But you’re obviously not a man, are you?”

“No, Domina, I’m not a man.”

“Are you a little boy?”

“No, Domina, I’m not a little boy.”

“Then what kind of loser-juice drinker are you?” she asked, pretending to be confused.

“A little girl.  A little sissy-gurl!” she amended, realizing it would be what Channah expected before she even had to correct her.

“Ohhh… she remembers!  You’re such a vacuous little sissy-gurl, too!  And don’t forget, you’re a chastised little bimbo.  You’re pledged to remaining pure and locked up in chastity for me forever, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“So that you can always remain my sweet, pure little virgin slut slave, too?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“And what do you like most?”

“I—I love you, Domina…” she answered pitifully.

“No, dummy!  What part of my body turns you on the very most?  What part of me do you crave and need that you’re going to beg for in the future?”

“Your feet, Domina—” she began, her confidence faltering as she saw her Domina shake her head in disappointment, her lips pressing together in a tight line.  “I’m sorry!” she bawled, tearing up again.  “I’m sorry, Domina, for being so stupid!  Please tell me what I like the most?”

“No, sissy, even you aren’t that stupid.  Think about it, ninny.  What part of my body do you respond to, helplessly, getting so excited you can’t even contain yourself, even though you’re afraid of—”

And she saw the understanding—and the horror—of it flood into her girl’s face as she practically crumpled in on herself.  She yowled, devastated most of all to find she couldn’t deny it because the answer was demonstrably, physically clear.

“Finally!” Channah rolled her eyes in frustration.  “Finally, my little moron figures out what has been obvious to everyone else from the first.”

“Okay, so put it all together for me, you pathetic pansy-weed.  And don’t forget any part of it, or so help me, I’ll make you regret it!”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny answered miserably, taking a breath and concentrating hard to get it right because she couldn’t take any more punishment just now.  “I’m—I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl… uh… slut-slave, Domina!”

“Lillith and Cane, after all that work, I’ll expect you to remember that!  I don’t want to have to remind you of it—not any little part of it—again.  And I am going to test you, at the most-unexpected, most-embarrassing possible times—” she loved to see the flinch in her girl’s eyes— “so if I were you, I’d practice it.  A lot.  Especially at first.  Like, every time you get an extra minute, almost like a mantra or a Hail Mary, all right, slut?”

“Yes, Domina, she howled hopelessly.

 “I’ll expect to see you practicing it without having to remind you, do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, Domina, I’ll—”

“Then begin!” she snapped her fingers impatiently.  “Right now!  Show me!”

“Yes, Domina, you won’t have to punish me, I promise!  I’m—I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!”

“Again!”

“I’m a stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!  I’m your stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!” And then as she broke down crying she repeated:  “I’m your stupid little chastised, loser-juice-drinking virgin sissy-gurl slut-slave, Domina!”

“Fine, that’s enough, I don’t want to be reminded what a pitiful loser you are—I want you to remember.  When any of your superiors—succubae or other operatives—ask you who or what you are, I expect you to remember that, and to answer any questions they may naturally have about what such kind of a person such a fucked-up double-damaged little jariya is.  Got it?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good girl.  I know you’ve been doing your best and being sincere?”

“Of course, Domina!  I want to—”

“Then I suppose you’ve earned your reward.” And she shifted her hips suggestively, drawing Penny’s eyes to it.  Penny swallowed.  “Well?” she demanded sharply.

“Yes, Domina, I understand,” she said sadly.  And then, noticing Channah’s face, she added:  “Thank you, Domina.”

“Mmm… that was a little weak.  If you don’t want your dessert, just tell me, and we’ll use the extra time for a little extra discipline.  What do you think, 1 or 2 more paddle strikes?”

“No Domina, no, please Domina!”  Penny begged, genuinely afraid.  “Please not that, Domina!  I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear!  Thank you so much for giving me dessert time, Domina!”

“Are you sure you want the dessert we’ve prepared?”

“Of course, Domina!”  Penny agreed emphatically.  “Yes, please, of course, please let me have my dessert, Domina!  Please, I want it very much!”

She shrugged.  “Well, if that’s really what you want, cuck.  Convince me you’re eager for it if you want to have dessert next time.”  And stepping forward so her feet were beside Penny’s buttocks on the stone surface, and her shins were pressed against the backs of Penny’s thighs, and her thighs were pressed against Penny’s calves, she tested Penny’s open and willing mouth, shutting her up and cutting off her long string of complimentary pathetic loser-boy blither.  “That’s much better,” Channah opined.  “Cucks choking instead of talking!  Go on, cow, enjoy your dessert.  Demean yourself for me, girl!  Really humble yourself and show me you’re sincere!  Awww… what a sweet precious girl.  That’s a good girl.”

When she was finally satisfied, she turned around and slid down Penny’s breasts and belly to sit on the stone bench, right between Penny’s legs, forcing them out to the widest angle she could.  Resting her butt cheeks on Penny’s chastity and her lower back on Penny’s belly and her upper back on Penny’s breasts, she let her head rest on Penny’s shoulder and hooked her hands between Penny’s arms, sighing and relaxing.  “Now that was so nice, Penny.  Wasn’t it, baby?  But turn your head away from me before answering.”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed, sounding like her mouth was full of soap.

Literature Section “07-29[X] Penny Learns Her Lesson”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 29 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1642 words::Explicit 1821 words—Accompanying Images:  2135, 2136A-C, 2137, 2138A-B—Published 2025-07-29—©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.

2131 07-28 Slavebride contemplating life in her new household
2132 07-28 I will protect you from all predators… except me
2133 07-28 I must know every detail of how you suffer for me, babydoll… tell me!
2134 07-28 It breaks my heart, but you MUST suffer hard for me

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, orgasm, chastity, goldenshowers, and watersports themes at 07-28X Penetrating Intimacy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah angrily and rigorously tested Penny by pushing her limits.  Now, happily reassured, they are making up by making love.  NOW:

Channah and Penance were pressed close together, so intimate spiritually, sexually, and romantically they were almost fused into a single love monster.  Their lips were locked in a seemingly never-ending sweet mint kiss they were both drowning in.  Their breasts were pressed against and pushing on one another like bubbles sliding and squishing in a hot tub.  Channah’s belly-button was jerking and smashing Penny’s little damsel in distress.  The front of Channah’s thighs were crushed against the lowest part of Penny’s bottom, and her hands were brutally gripping and kneading Penny’s always-sensitive, but now sore red buttocks as her main source of leverage making Penny grunt and cry out around Channah’s big tongue.  Well… it probably accounted for up to half of Penny’s passionate cries. Along with the way Channah was making Penny open up with an overwhelming combination of pleasant and painful sensations that were shorting out her brain and making it spark and smoke and sputter, almost as incoherently as the drivel of noises she was trying to make around Channah’s big tongue.

“Awww… poor sweetie….”  Channah murmured around Penny’s mouth.  As the undisputed and emphatic dominant in their relationship, she could speak—or allow her toy to speak—whenever she wanted.  After all, she was literally, as well as metaphorically, on top; it was her weight pinning her smaller lover down; her hands and feet were her own, whereas Penny’s were tightly chained above her head, her ankles only a few inches from her wrists, her legs framing her face and breasts; and even Channah’s head was free to move and twist, unlike Penny’s, which was trapped between Channah’s hungry teeth and the hard stone lounge chair where Channah was taking—well, whatever she wanted—from Penny, with Penny’s eager compliance.  “Are mommy’s hands—” she curled her fingers to drive her fingernails into Penny’s haunches, instantly making Penny’s noises rise at least an octave and the helpless movement of Penny’s hands and feet and body accelerate.  “Huwting wittle baby?” she asked with faux sympathy.

“Yes, Domina,” Penny cried when Channah eased the pressure on her lips enough to allow her to do so.

“Are you asking me to stop my rough play with you, baby?” she asked.  They continued speaking between intense kisses, as Channah decided and permitted.

“No!  No Master!  Please, Domina, I want you to do whatever you want with me!  Use me—” She crushed her mouth down on Penny’s again, choking off her pitiful surrender.

“But it is hurting, and you—being a soft little baby sissy wimp, don’t like to be hurt, do you?”

“No, Domina, except that—that I want to please you even more!”

“Oh please, stop it!” she chortled.  “Do you or do you not enjoy being hurt?”

“I—I’m sensitive—”

“Oh, sensitive!” She whooped with laughter.  “Weak, you mean!  But that’s okay,” she continued slyly, the sudden change in mood a screaming red flag Penny had seen coming even before she raised it.  “Poor baby, Mommy’s going to give your little bot-bot a break.”  Drawing her hands back and slapping as hard as she could in the limited space under Penny’s buttocks (which, in Penny’s tender condition, was more than enough to elicit a howl muffled under Channah’s giggle), she ran her hands up Penny’s side, tickling and teasing her.  Channah loved how she responded:  Because she was so responsive, it made her helpless-slut-hyper-responsive to soft touches, just as it made her easily reducible to blubbering tears by hard blows that tougher men could take stoically).

Then Channah shifted her hands to Penny’s legs, trailing them lightly up towards her delicate ankles, laughing to see Penny brace herself and wriggle a bit more and squeak around Channah’s tongue, knowing instantly where her hands were going but unable to do anything to stop it.  Without breaking her aggressive kiss or interrupting her rhythm, Channah laid her arms back on Penny’s legs and her hands on those ever-sensitive soles, tickling them again.

“Fallen one, the way you move when I tickle you—you’re shaking and jiggling me like an earthquake!”  And realizing she was going to finish before she had expected, she applied the twister to Penny’s lowest little organs without letting up or showing any mercy to her feet, knowing Penny was starting to soften from the overwhelming combination of sensations.  The poor girl was thrashing and flailing and sweating and laughing-not-laughing, wailing around Channah’s tongue, her eyes tightly shut with the tension in her face, mirroring the tension in her body as the relentless tickling and kissing and gagging and stuffing and the radiating heat from her bottom bouncing and scraping on the stone lounge all combined to overcome her control and rout any last semblance of presence of mind she might have had. 

As Channah broke their kiss to roar and bellow her conqueror’s cry of victory, the removal of her tongue and lips allowed Penny’s passion to find its voice.  Which at this point, had been reduced to a raspy, sobbing, crying, grunting, pleading, wailing gibberish of semi-coherent begging and protesting.  Penny’s weak and pathetic harmony was almost an octave higher than Channah’s gruff melody.  Even as Channah finished, Penny did too.  Penny’s face was etched with the intensity of the pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing simultaneously, as her sounds edged towards a hopeless, exhausted sobbing.

Sniffing to confirm her immediate impression, Channah cruelly taunted Penny:  “Oh, sweetie!  You’re having your first bladder-and-prostate experience, aren’t you?  Oh-ho-ho, how does it feel baby darling?”

“It’s awful,” Penny yowled miserably.  “I don’t even understand what’s happening in my body or what I’m feeling….” She sobbed and moaned in confession, while Channah was laughing so hard she let her arms and legs go to rubber and collapsed onto Penny.

Literature Section “07-28[X] Penetrating Intimacy”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 28 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 963 words::Explicit 1079 words—Accompanying Images:  2131-2134—Published 2025-07-28—©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.


2127 07-27 They ALL knew better, bitch.  Now crawl to me
2128 07-27 If I grew a hundred gardens like this they couldn’t express how much I love my Domina
2129 07-27 It was too late for you the second we met.  Just shut up and crawl
2130 07-27 I waited and wished for you all my life

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, and chastity themes at 07-27X The Predatory-Missionary Position at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah has been testing Penny by pushing her limits, and been pleased with her compliance and responsiveness.  NOW:

“Here, put it in your mouth,” Channah said, offering him the sweet.  “Don’t swallow it, just suck it, it’s sweet and minty so I can kiss you again.”

Penny accepted it, concentrating on it and asking:  “What is it, Domina?”

“Persian rock candy.  Basically, sugar, infused with… well, anything I suppose,” she shrugged.  “I always keep a few wintergreen ones around.”  Then she dabbed a clean corner of the rag in the canteen mouth and used it to scrub Penny’s face, leaving it clean, and marginally-minty.  “There’s my sweet baby back,” she whispered, putting her right arm around Penny’s neck and pulling her head forward for a slow, lingering, gentle kiss, her right hip pressing against Penny and the connection between them seeming to crackle with electricity where her side rested against Penny.

The kiss was sweet, romantic, and divine; and it seemed to have a life of its own, drawing them each in more deeply the longer they were connected.  And Channah’s mouth was tender with her abused girl, using her lips and only the tip of her long tongue for an occasional flicker of contact with Penny’s mouth and tongue.  They both seemed to realize at the same moment that they were both humming, opening their eyes simultaneously to look at one another from an inch apart, and giggle like schoolgirls, before slipping into another comfortable, silent intimacy.

“Uh-oh,” Channah twittered, shifting her body slightly to the right so Penny could feel it against the bottom of her thigh.  Then she whispered:  “I seem to have a not-so-slight problem, again.  And you know what that means, don’t you, honey?” 

“Yes, Mistress,” she confessed, hanging her head.  “And I have a problem, too, Domina,” she whispered, pinkening, looking down at Channah’s breasts, too shy to meet Channah’s eyes.

“Awwwwwww…” Channah’s face turned mock-sad as she pulled back and tipped her head to one side.  “Isn’t it sweet we can share our problems with one another?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed compliantly.

“Yes, indeed,” she agreed, reaching into her bag for her jar and applying its contents.  Don’t be nervous, darling.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I love that you’re nervous, Puddin’.  As someone as soft as you, ought to be.  Such a sweet, vulnerable, defenseless girl…” she leaned back in for another protracted kiss with her helpless but responsive bride.  “Are you uncomfortable, sweetie?  All… bunched up like that, with your ankles and wrists bound over your head?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny confessed mournfully.

“Aren’t you going to whine and beg and plead for me to let you loose?”

“You warned us to be grateful and show you how much we melt for you, Domina.  And it’s true!  I swear, I am grateful—I’ll continue working on focusing on that.”  Then she frowned.  “Why, do—do you want me to, Domina?”

“Goodness no,” she laughed as if the notion were absurd.  “I want to know you’re obeying the orders I’ve already given you, of course!” she scoffed.  Then she gasped, standing up beside the lounge, lifting up on Penny’s bottom with relish and drinking down her resulting discomfort, before sliding the covered pillow up under Penny’s backside, and ooching that delectable backside back up against the lounge, so one corner of the pillow touched Penny’s lower spine.  “But, actually… if you don’t mind…” she growled, kneeling on the widest part of the covered pillow, the tops of her thighs pressing sensually up on the outsides of Penny’s pink hips, dropping her hands to Penny’s red bottom, she looked up innocently at Penny and moued:  “I do have a favorite fantasy.  And nobody’s ever given it to me.  Will you, missy?”

“Yes—” Penny swallowed, reflecting her mix of emotions perfectly:  Fear, of what outrageous act or submission she would demand, an excitement she couldn’t quite convince herself to get rid of, and her most attractive quality, her deep-seated desire to please others—especially Channah.  “Yes, Mistress, if I can, I would love to make you happy, Domina,” she answered.  A good answer—especially because it was an honest one.  “What—what did you have in mind, Domina?” she asked timidly.

Laughing, she pre-loosened her girl with her fingers, really enjoying the way it made Penny flinch and grunt while she obediently and helplessly remained trapped by Channah’s gaze… and bonds… and greater physical strength… and force of will.  Their thoughts touched and flirted with each other’s in a profound intimacy, and Channah whispered:  “When I begin,.…” she shuffled forward on her knees, pressing herself against Penny, loving how her girl whimpered and clenched and melted all at once at the first touch, “… I want you to beg me to go gentle with you.”

“Yes Domina,” she breathed, starting to pant.  “Will you, Domina?”

“Hell no,” she assured her, starting to push forward.


“Please!” Penny yelped, most genuinely and satisfactorily, “Please be gentle with me, Mistress!”

“I’ll do whatever I like with you, slut,” she answered roughly, sneering at Penny, neither of them able to break the gaze that locked them together.  Penny’s breathing grew shallower and she started to make soft little grunting noises, each grunt faster, and higher in pitch, than the last, arching her back involuntarily and biting her lip as Channah moved, faster and faster. 

“Yes, of course, Mistress!”  Penny consented and wailed, flinching with all the pains she was feeling. 

And, unable to contain herself, her hands roughly grasping Penny’s scarlet buttocks; her shoulders forcing back Penny’s knees, she hissed:  “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, bitch,” as she crushed her lips against her wife, mouths wide open, the succubus’s tongue aggressive and penetrating, while all the helpless, uncomfortable, bound, ordinary girl could possibly do was accommodate and obey and get vulnerably turned on about how badly her masterful lover was treating her.

Literature Section “07-27[X] The Predatory-Missionary Position”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 27 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 968 words::Explicit 1036 words—Accompanying Images:  2127-2130—Published 2025-07-27—©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.

2096 07-25 I love you with all my heart, Domina
2097 07-25 I knew I would own you the first time we met, Pleaser
2098 07-25 I want you to see me how you make me feel, Domina
2099 07-25 Please!  I’ve got Puddin’ more whipped than my two familiars here!

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits, especially with respect to pain, which she struggles to tolerate.  Reveling in her power, she has demanded:  “You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”  NOW:

“Yes, Mistress, I can’t doubt that now.”

“Oh!” she cooed happily.  “That’s so sweet!  Having my own, devoted dirty-humiliation slut.  Well.  You made such a mess, bad girl, that you and Chastity are going to have to clean this floor, and the stairs, and the hallway floor, this afternoon.  You won’t need to worry about the outdoors, the rain will take care of that.  But you and I need to shower, immediately.  Come on, sweetie.”  She stood, waiting for Penny to stiffly, painfully get to her feet, and then took her hand and began leading her back to the bath pool, picking up the bag of toys she had selected earlier and carrying it with them.

When they were clean again, Channah led Penny to the garden creek and under the trees back to the pagoda.  “This is where Chastity and I made love this morning,” she purred.  I hung her from the gazebo hook and fucked the shit out of her.”

“Domina!”  Penny reddened.

Then she reddened even further when Channah tested her cage and snorted.  “Mm hmm.  I thought so.  I wasn’t really planning to bring you here—I was planning to take you in my bed—but as you can see, we left the sofa cushions out here on this stone lounge, so it’s perfect.”

“Perfect for what, Domina?”  Penny asked breathlessly.

“Exactly what you’re hoping for, peach pudding.  Well,” she giggled, as she withdrew a flexible black pillowcase from her bag, sliding one of the cushions into it and setting it at the foot of the lounge, turned so that one pair of opposite corners was parallel with the lounge and the other pair perpendicular.     “Not exactly what you’re hoping for, I expect; but since you know you’re never going to get that….”  She set the other two cushions aside.

Taking Penny by the shoulders, she pulled her in for a long, sweet kiss that turned into a much longer, much sweeter, much wilder kiss.  “When you’re embracing a girl, Penny, you can put your arms on her shoulders, or if you’re submissive and your partner has already done that, the way I’m doing to you, you can put your hands on her waist,” she whispered, shivering when she complied.  “Oh, you’ve got a very soft and delicate touch, baby.  Now:” she broke their kiss, moving her hands to Penny’s nipples and rolling them between her fingers, harder and harder, until Penny whined.  She leaned forward and whispered in her ear:  “Sissy weakling.  I’m sorry-not-sorry, lover, but this is going to hurt.”

Then, sharply and forcefully, she took Penny’s shoulders and pushed her back so she fell onto the uncushioned lounge with her back against the elevated section, almost immediately trying to rise back off and hissing and squealing in pain.  “Sit your busted ass down and don’t get up until I give you permission!”

“Yes, Domina,” she squeaked, visibly struggling to relieve the pain of her own weight on her abused buttocks without violating her Mistress’s command.

Sitting down between her knees, very close to her, Channah began making out with her slowly and gently, as she buckled on Penny’s wrist straps and ankle straps, pretending not to notice or care how strongly Penny reacted to her.  By contrast, she giggled and teased Penny about the way she kept shifting and trying to raise one butt cheek or the other, while Channah took every opportunity to touch the girl and push down different parts of her body to encourage her to feel her ache for Channah’s pleasure.

With a deep, final kiss, she giggled and stood, holding Penny’s wrists and pulling them above Penny’s head, bending her elbows so her hands and lower arms hung off the head of the lounge.  With a chain, shivering to hear Penny’s worried moue, she chained Penny’s wrists together and slipped the center link of the chain into a carabiner which she locked over a bronze ring on the back of the lounge.  Standing up against the back of the lounge, she leaned forward, yanking on Penny’s hair to bring her face up so she could kiss her from above and behind while her girl made excited, submissive sounds, eagerly and excitedly returning Channah’s attentions without penetrating her lips, focusing her attention on receiving and welcoming her master’s tongue.  “Bring your feet up to your hips and spread your legs for me, sweetie,” she murmured without leaving off her kissing, giggling with pleasure as her girl complied.  “Gooood girl.  You know I love a compliant girl, right?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny answered, crying out with passion as Channah cradled her breasts in her hands and rubbed her nipples softly.  “I want to be yours, to yield to you and obey you, Domina!”

“Oh, baby, you’re sooo responsive,” Channah groaned.  “I love how your body just dances under my hands and mouth.  Is your cage starting to pinch your stiffening little clitty yet, Pleaser?”

“Yes, Domina,” she moaned.  “And my bottom hurts—it’s hard to sit here!”

“Good, baby, that’s hot.”  And then she viciously pinched Penny’s nipples with her fingernails and nipped her lips.  “It turns me on so much that you’re suffering for me!”

“I am, Domina!” she promised.

“Good.  It took so much groveling and foot-worship and golden play for you to perk up again I was afraid I’d broken my little doll.”

“You have broken me,” she confessed in a whisper, hungrily kissing her Domina and squeaking with the pain she was feeling.

“FUCK yeah,” Channah grunted, pressing her knees together as her head buzzed and her eyelids fluttered with the physical force of her reaction.  “Lillith below, kick your dainty little left foot up, baby,” she commanded; and when Penny did, pointing it up like a ballerina, Channah growled again, taking hold of her ankle and fastening another chain, this one longer—five links, with an extra carabiner already fastened to the middle link—to her ankle cuff.   “Now your right foot, sweetheart,” she whispered, struggling to contain her own excitement, as Penny lifted and extended it with impressive delicacy for someone who had only evolved into her womanhood.  Fastening it to the other end of the chain, she breathed:  “Ready, Pleaser?”

“For wh—I mean, yes, Domina!  For anything.  Please tell me what you want m—eek!” she squealed in surprise, as Channah used both hands to haul up on her ankle chain, pull it back over her head, and secure it to the same bronze ring as her wrist chain.  “Oh my!  Oh Domina!” she wailed helplessly, kicking prettily in her helpless position while Channah trembled at her.

“You’re in quite a pickle, aren’t you, little Princess?”  Channah teased her.

Literature Section “07-25 Putting Penny in Her Place”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 25 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1116 words—Accompanying Images:  2096-2099—Published 2025-07-25—©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.

2066 07-18 Gloating at Cavalry
2067 07-18 Mocking Faith
2068 07-18 Angel in a wilderness of demons
2069 07-18 When two wrongs make it wrong enough

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing cruelty and graphic description themes at 07-18X The Reluctant Penitent at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests.  NOW:

“Dry off and come here!” she barked, snapping her fingers to emphasize her urgency, and collecting Chastity’s bonds from where she had dropped them.  “If Penny’s been able to get away wi—if I’ve been gullible enough—it’s the spell.  It has to be the damn spell.”  As soon as she had Chastity in front of her, she stopped thinking aloud, spun her around, and rebound her arms behind her back.  Squatting down, she reattached Chastity’s leg cuffs and used two lengths of chain in series to hobble Chastity without immobilizing her, stopping suddenly midway through standing back up to check her box, causing Chastity’s stomach to lurch again, stricken that she had lost her Domina’s trust to such an extent.

As soon as she was done, she took Chastity by the arm and began marching quicktime towards the house, half-leading and half-dragging Chastity, who whimpered and gasped desperately as she shuffled her feet as quickly as possible so as to keep up with Channah.  Over and over she almost tripped over herself as she was hustled at a speed much higher than she could manage in her condition.  She whimpered when she couldn’t help herself; but made every effort to remain quiet.  When they finally reached the house, Channah led her back to the wedding gift boxes and turned her around with her back to the boxes. 

In dead silence, she searched through the boxes to find whatever it was she was looking for, if indeed she had a specific objective.  At one point, Chastity could hear her moving further into the room holding the wedding gifts, over by the cliff front where Chastity had seen a line of armoires and dressers, opening and closing drawers and doors.  Finally returning and standing behind Chastity, she began by gagging her.  “I hope this is uncomfortable,” she growled, an undernote of fury still in her voice despite its civilized, calm veneer.  “This will be for our benefit and amusement of course—Penny’s and mine—because your senses will be magically blocked.”  And when Chastity immediately started breathing faster, she added:  “Don’t worry, I won’t take your sense of touch or your internal awareness.  I assure you, taking away your sense of touch is the very last thing I’d do. I can promise that whatever misery you are suffering, Penny will be experiencing five or ten times as much to test that her loyalty and devotion are sincere.”  Chastity made a mournful sound that was interrupted to express pain when Channah began slipping a hair shirt over her.

“As a Christian, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this is an authentic camel-hair hair-shirt, that we have done everything possible to match the exact kind used in Judea during Biblical times.”  Chastity started grunting in surprise as the hair shirt, essentially a long, narrow blanket with a hole in the middle for the wearer’s head and neck, covered with stiff bristles that poked and scratched the wearer, slipped over her shoulders, under her bound arms, and was belted in place.  “If you haven’t noticed, all of my toys are the very most-authentic.  I will not tolerate lackadaisical efforts or shoddy quality from anyone!”  From the second the hair-shirt was in place, Chastity felt miserable and moving made it even worse.  “What could be more appropriate for your penance?

Channah walked her over toward the line of armoires next to a sturdy, heavy metal one, with heavy latches and locks on the outside and a grill to allow air to circulate through it.  Chastity started shaking her head and whining as Channah opened the doors and, using one hand on Chas’s head and the other on her chest, pushed her in.  The armoire was too short to stand in, and too narrow to lie down in.  Seated in the armoire, Chastity started sobbing as Channah blindfolded her and swung her legs up into the confined space.  “Oh, stop whimpering like a baby and be grateful you’re so petite.  Imagine how uncomfortable this cabinet is for big, burly men—real men—like most of my lovers, instead of a skinny little shrimp like you!  You’re lucky!”

The last thing she heard, saw, smelled or tasted before Channah added the earplugs was Channah snarling:  “There!  Say 1,000 Hail Lilliths and see if you can’t work out a way to screw yourself with that tiny little cock!”  And she felt, rather than heard or saw, the door being slammed shut on her.

Penny was awakened—or at least, came to full awareness—lying on her side in Channah’s big, soft bed, with her head on her Domina’s big, soft pillow; a share of her Domina’s weight gently coming to rest on the side of her face, and the sweet smell of her skin filling her nostrils.  As she blinked her eyes open, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand to give her eyes a chance to adjust, she realized that the Sun was up.  But it wasn’t actually too bright; just a shade brighter than twilight.  She also sorted out, with a surge of excitement, that her Domina must have pulled her thronelike chair up to the side of the bed and was sitting in it now, with her feet tickling Penny’s face.  Her gorgeously perfect, juicy round toes, the ones it was obvious to both of them Penny had a thing for, filled Penny’s sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Channah said, trying to sound cheerful.  Penny, who had been disconcerted wondering if it were morning or night, was grateful for the information.

“Ap!” and when Penny tried to move she pushed her feet further forward so they were resting on Penny’s face, left foot on her eyes, right foot on her nose and mouth, making it clear she wanted Penny to stay where she was.

“Mistress, mmm… yes…. I just—I just—”

“What?” she asked sharply, and Penny, knowing something was displeasing her, gushed hurriedly:

“I desperately need to—my bladder!”

She laughed, not nicely, pushing and pulling her feet over Penny’s face, sounding pleased when she felt Penny’s lips puckering to kiss her right foot.  “Are you sure it’s so urgent?”

“Oh yes Mistress—I must have slept—”

“Sixteen… eighteen… maybe even twenty hours?” Penny groaned.  “Domina, even if was sixteen hours—PLEASE!”

Literature Section “07-18[X] The Reluctant Penitent”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 18 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1051 words::Explicit 1119 words—Accompanying Images:  2066-2069—Published 2025-07-18—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

2062 07-17 In my fantasy, this valley is PACKED with sinners
2063 07-17 If I could, I would fuck this world straight to hell
2064 07-17 The Fire that Burns Twice as Bright
2065 07-17 Night Rapture

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-17X Channah’s Cold Fury at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise.  After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests.  NOW:

Chastity, still upset, locked herself up in her box as fast as she could, desperate not to further upset her Domina, even as Channah continued to vent her frustration and rage at Chastity:  “In Hell, as on Earth, occasionally giving you orders you find repugnant, and you then obeying them willingly, is a vital part of every relationship because it proves—to both of us, and also to everyone else, that our relationship is solid and real, and that we are clear on our respective positions.  Remember what I was telling you about communication!  Actions always speak louder than mere words.  Always.  When a subordinate executes an order they find repugnant, it proves both that that specific hierarchy, and that hierarchy itself, is sacrosanct to both the master and the slave.  That’s what subordination is!  Subordinating your ‘self,’ to someone else—some other ‘self’!  Sometimes, to prove their loyalty and commitment, dirty humiliation slaves like Penny have to take pain, and even be stupid for me, as hard as those assignments are for them.  And sometimes, for the exact same reason, dumb pain sluts like you need to eat filth.” 

The moment Channah heard the distinctive click of the lock shutting on the box, she reseized Chastity’s hair, forcing her to look up again.  Then she immediately slapped Chastity’s other cheek, watching her start to open her mouth to breathe without smelling, realize what that would lead to, snap her lips shut again, and struggle uselessly to work out some way to breathe fresh-smelling air.  Channah even felt Chastity make ineffectual little efforts towards pulling her face out of Channah’s hands and away.

Glaring down at her, Channah raised an eyebrow and sighed impatiently.  “You’re not getting away from me, you little weakling.  So stop your wiggling!  And in the meantime, I’m waiting:  For what you and I have both just agreed you’re going to do eventually.  What—are you so desperate for my attention you want another beating?  Is that it?  Or do you want me to hang you back up on your hook and let you think—”

Sobbing, Chastity opened her mouth, visibly struggling to make her muscles obey her decision, instead of her instincts, to perform her assigned task.

“Good job, darling,” Channah praised Chastity, her voice only slightly curt, her face almost back to normal with just a slight stiffness betraying the fact that she had not fully gotten past Chastity’s misbehavior.  She did kiss the top of Chastity’s head—as close to her mouth as Channah was willing to come.  “You cleaned really well.  I know it was hard for you, darling; and as long as you show me you remember your station, then with the exception of periodically affirming our hierarchical relationship, I will control you and punish you with pain instead of filth.”  And then her voice, in a single beat, turned harsh and resentful again:  “But don’t you dare lie to me about your feelings, ever again!” 

“I didn—” she began, then, catching Channah’s eyes, she stopped, as Channah made clear: 

“You told me you were my girl—but you weren’t.  Liar!” 

Chastity nodded unhappily:  “Yes, Domina.  I’m so, so, so sorry, Domina.  I want to do anything I can to make it up to y—”  But Channah raised a hand, her expression hard enough that Chastity wasn’t going to argue with it, and she shut up.

After making sure they had all of the wedding presents, they returned to the bathing pool, where Chastity spent half of her time pouring soap in her mouth, brushing it vigorously with fingers and clean rags and anything else she could find, so hard that she gagged herself, gargling water to rinse her mouth, before beginning the cycle all over again.  Channah was quiet and intense, and Chastity just did her best to stay near her yet out of her way.

When Channah was clean, the Eastern sky was just starting to brighten from complete night to twilight.  Gloriously naked, she was drying herself off when she finally spoke to Chastity again.  By this time, the girl was feeling lonely and anxious, more eager for opportunities to get back into her Domina’s good graces, than she was scared of setting Channah off.

“Before you resisted me, I would have said it would be hard to imagine Penny and I bonding as closely as you and I did today.  I was going to ask you to stay down here while I initiated her into our private married life.”  Her lips turned down, reflecting her mood and her level of concern.  “Now, I’m wondering if I was as wrong about Penny as I was about you.”  Chas felt as if a knife had been plunged into her gut, and her eyes burned with the urge to cry again.  “Only with Penny it would be worse.  You deceived me for a few minutes.  Not that difficult to get past.  But if Penny deceived me….”  Channah gave Chastity a look that made Chastity suddenly afraid for Penny, and she felt her heart rising into her throat as she worried what danger she had put Penny in with her big mouth and her intransigence, and what exactly the danger was, so she could try to figure out a way of protecting her best friend from it.  She felt sick to her stomach.

“If Penny deceived me, she’s been doing it for days.”  Then her features became even harder.  “Maybe even years…” she said to herself, startling Chastity.  Chastity covered up her surprise as best and as fast as she could, lest she betray any reaction to Channah that might upset her or set her off.  Several times, Chastity opened her mouth, trying desperately to come up with something to say that would protect Penny from whatever Channah’s mad, paranoid speech was leading her to.  And every time she slammed it shut again when her mind became crowded with ideas about all the ways her planned speech could go wrong and make things even worse.

“In any event, I need to know.  And if Penny is a liar…” the hard glint in Channah’s eyes was not good to see. 

Literature Section “07-17[X] Channah’s Cold Fury”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 17 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1031 words::Explicit 1169 words—Accompanying Images:  2062-2065—Published 2025-07-17—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

2056 07-16 The Agony of Betrayal
2057 07-16 The Stone Demon Awakens
2058 07-16 Run, Chastity, Run!
2059 07-16 “I’m sorry!” Chastity shrinks from Channah’s terrifying rage
2060 07-16 What is so hard about cleaning up after yourself?!
2061 07-16 If you loved me, I wouldn’t even have to ask!

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, chastity, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-16X The Three Kinds of Slut at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance have finally begun their honeymoon with Channah.  Channah and Chastity awoke before dawn and shared an extreme, intense scene together in the garden gazebo where Chastity proclaimed she was totally Channah’s, and would belong to her forever and always.  Now Channah has asked her to clean up.  NOW:

Chastity made a small face, pulling slightly away, and gestured toward the creek.  “Please, let me do it properly for you, the creek water—”

Channah laughed mirthlessly, grabbing her hair tightly and forcing her to look Channah in the eyes, the same strain somehow etched into both of their faces.  “There’s only one proper way, jariya, and this is it.”

“Only it will be much cleaner if we—” and she broke off, startled and stung to see Channah’s crestfallen face; and then terrified to see it twisting into rage.  “Domina, It’s just—it’s just—you have to see, the best thing for you is what’s most hygienic.  The problem—”

“I understand the problem very well.” Channah’s face was overcome with such a look of betrayal it pierced and horrified Chastity with both fear and guilt.  “It’s ‘just’ that you think you’re too good to do what I have in mind.  You’re my dumb pain slut.  Penny’s my dirty humiliation slut.  It’s a division of labor that works well, and lets all three of us get closer than we otherwise could have, because we each share something special and strong and even unique with each of the others.”  And then, with an agonized, despising look that cut Chastity to the quick, she hurled:  “But you’re obviously not my girl.  Never was.”

“No, I swear I am—”

“Shut your mouth when I’m speaking to you!”  Channah roared, making Chastity blanch and shrink in shock.  “Obviously, you don’t belong to me now!  Let alone ‘forever and always.’”  She turned her head to the side and spit contemptuously at the idea, at Chastity’s mendacity, and at her own stupidity, while Chastity dropped her eyes in shame, the only movement she could make.  “Only, Hell is hierarchical, and absolute.  Held together by power and place, dominance and submission—not peace or love or respect!”  Somehow, she managed to make all three of those latter nouns sound like insults.  “Knowing what kind of slut you are, pain-pig or dirt-eater—sure, that’s important.  But much more important—the single most important part of what I just said, for everyone to recognize, is that very last word I used to describe both of you.”  And with a flick of her hips, she slapped the side of Chastity’s face, her eyes pitilessly blazing into Chastity’s fluttering, tearing-up eyes.  “‘Slut.’  Before you’re any particular kind of slut, the fundamental fact is that you’re both my sluts, first and foremost.  My slaves.  My slavegirl whores.  My kennel bitches.  Do you know how you can tell if a bitch is one of my sluts?”

Too scared to try and bluff any kind of answer, Chastity just shook her head and wailed:  “No, Dom—”

“If you do what I say, then you are mine.” She leaned closer, her face screwing up into an even more frightening visage than it had presented the moment before.  And in a low, guttural voice, she demanded:  “Tell me, little dunce:  in your heart of hearts, do you think you have the courage to defy me?  Or do you know—do you know, with certainty—that you will do anything and everything I ask, when all is said and done?”

Chastity hesitated, her eyes burning with shame and fumes, bursting back into tears again as realized she did know that answer.  “I… I do know.”

“And?!”

“I—I will!” she looked up, shocked at the realization, at her certainty, her face almost pleading for Channah to contradict her.

But she did not:  “Then.  You’re.  Mine.”  A flicker of amusement crossed her face before being drowned back in the rage.  “Duh.  Now…” she laughed cruelly.  “I know you’re ‘a little slow.’  But here’s a really simple way you can tell if you belong to me.  Are you ready?”  And she started nodding slowly and speaking extra-slowly, like she was trying to persuade a toddler to agree with something.  “You signed an infernal indenture to me, in your own blood no less.  Does that make sense to you, honeybunch?  That you’re probably mine if you did that?  Is it too much for you, or can you follow that cause-and-effect, muffin?” Channah growled with intolerable patronization, continuing to nod slowly.

But what could Chastity do, or say?  Only nod along like a two-year old finally getting it, and agree in humiliation:  “Yes, Domina.”

“But in case you’re still in doubt, here’s a third way you can be sure you’re mine:  You’re my morganatic bride, sweetheart.  You agreed to love, honor, obey, worship, lick my feet, and kiss my ass as one of my subordinate wives, didn’t you?  Didn’t you?!”

“Yes, Domina,” she croaked through her streaming tears.

“And fourth, and finally, if you’re still not convinced:  Most definitively, if you’ve ever been to the Hell of Lust, then you are mine.  Because it is mine, along with everything in it!  The succubae—every last one—are mine.  The damned—every last one, red and white alike—are mine.  The operatives who enter there are mine.  The castles are mine.  Even the rotting, discarded bones are mine.  The very sand and sulphur?  MINE!!!  If you have been to the Hell of Lust, you are M-I-N-E.  Do you finally get it?!”

“Yes, Domina!” Chastity bawled.

“Yet you are apparently so thick, I am still not convinced!  ‘Jawari’ and ‘sister-wife’ are more-polite words for what you both are.  But maybe I should stop confusing you by using them, because they don’t elevate your station in Hell, or change anything else about it.  And no matter what you call them, in my experience, sometimes every slut, even those much brighter than you, my little ding-a-ling, from the most pathetic vagrant up to my own Duchesses of Hell—and you are all sluts to me—has to be reminded of her place.  Reminders for her mind—and her body,” Channah pointed her chin down meaningfully, dropping Chastity’s box onto Chastity’s thighs.  “Put that on, slut, while you’re soft.  Now we both know we can’t rely on pain to make you soft, we must take advantage of this.”  And she made her point by bobbing the thing that had already defeated her, right on the opening of Chas’s nose, then released—practically discarded—Chas’s head with a disgusted growl.

Literature Section “07-16[X] The Three Kinds of Slut”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 16 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1047 words::Explicit 1070 words—Accompanying Images:  2056-2061—Published 2025-07-16—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.


2051 07-15 What’s the matter?
2052 07-15 The future swallowed by a shadow
2053 07-15 Hell Shows Its Real Face

2054 07-15 Drink the Kool-Aid…  DRINK the Kool-Aid…
2055 07-15 Yesss… now she is MINE

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, orgasm, analpenetration, analsex, CBT, consensualnonconsent, and asstomouth themes at 07-15X The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her.  NOW:

“Fuuuuuccckkk that’s hot,” Channah blurted around their kiss as Chastity, shuddering and starting to cry.  She felt Chastity jerk as her sensitive bottom felt what Channah was growing down there.  With some difficulty, she forced herself to let go of her girl for a second to find something she needed, pausing when she turned back to absorb Chastity’s red face and pouring eyes and, above all, her utterly- and completely-helpless posture, feeling a flash of heat.  “Ohhhhh…. Honeydoll, you are well and truly at my mercy.  You’re as helpless as a newborn, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!”  Chas sobbed, crying a little louder and nodding her head pathetically.

Anointing herself, and Chastity, with olive oil, she carelessly tossed aside the jar.  She rubbed the oil over her jariya’s bottom, practically chittering with delight as the girl danced and moaned and—

Channah froze for a second, scarcely believing her eyes, and then growled a deep-throated, forceful laugh that was different and striking enough, it caused Chastity to open her own eyes to see what was happening.  She immediately followed Channah’s gaze downward to her own waist and squealed like a grammar-school student noticing a tarantula crawling up their torso.

Overcome, Channah invoked curses—this time, with her usual gusto and assertive sense of agency—enough to make devils blush.  She practically pounced on Chastity, joining with her.  “You’re mine now, aren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas bawled.  “I’m yours!  I’m totally yours!  I belong to you!  Please, oh please—ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”  The expressions on this girl’s face as Channah took her, as hard as she could, understanding what she was feeling every time Channah pulled on her with her hands were an incredible—and for Channah, intoxicating—combination of pain, vulnerability, trust, and need.  It was, she realized with a shuddering surprise, her head practically exploding with the epiphany, the way Penny made her feel every single time—the way Penny was built—and was precisely what made Penny the perfect demon-bait.  It was what she imagined the one who had banished her experienced when humans suffered or even martyred themselves for their faith:  Perfect happiness, perfect elation—no!  Oh, shit!  Her mind reeling, she decided it was perfect and selfless love, the love that asked for nothing in return and acted purely out of that… thing, that part of humanity their maker had shared with humans, what they called their soul.

Now Channah had to scream, burying her face in Chas’s shoulder to muffle the sound of her own banshee wail as she experienced something on a par with what she had experienced yesterday with Penny—both times in her male aspect.  And she felt her cheeks redden in an unfamiliar embarrassment at how quickly she had finished.  She wasn’t sure if it was the depth and breadth of the magical connections she had forged with these two girls, or the excitement of what they had helped her begin yesterday, or the sheer perversity of the fact that to be able to capitalize on all she had invested in them, she could not do with either of them what she did as naturally as breathing.  She snorted into Chastity’s neck, shaking her head at the irony of it all, and decided what she was experiencing was probably a combination of all three factors working together.  Perhaps in combination with other factors she wasn’t as focused on right now.

As her last tremors finally subsided, she sighed and laughed ruefully, deciding the pleasure was something for her to embrace and enjoy, rather than worry about.  Returning to her lover’s mouth, the two of them shared another long, slow, sensual, completely-uneven kiss:  Channah standing proud and tall, fully refreshed, master of her own fate and her own world; Chastity hanging helplessly, badly-used by her master, her muscles and skin aching, sobbing, whimpering, weak and broken.  But both of them feeling united by their passion and the intense connection their intimacy had forged between them.

Finally, Channah pulled her head back and whispered:  “Are you going to be my good girl if I let you down?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded hopefully.  “Please, Domina.  I will be!  Forever and always!”

“Aww….”  And Channah couldn’t resist kissing her, just a minute or two more.  Finally, with a sigh, Channah reached up and yanked Chastity’s ankle chain from the hook, drinking up her ache as her body tried to readjust.  She was hanging by her wrists, her legs too numb and rubbery to support her.  “One last kiss, while we still can.”

Her girl looked up with her with wide, alarmed eyes.  “While we–?”  Channah kissed her quiet, then yanked her wrists off the hook and eased her down to a kneeling position at Channah’s feet.

“Before you’re too dirty,” Channah clarified brutally, shuffling to move it right into Chastity’s face.  “You know what to do.  You’ve seen Penny do it.”

Literature Section “07-15[X] The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 15 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 819 words::Explicit 1101 words—Accompanying Images:  2051-2055—Published 2025-07-15—©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.