PREVIOUSLY: Kadidia has just finished with Penance and Chastity, and is now resting comfortably on top of the two smaller, squished girls, enjoying the intimacy of the afterglow. NOW:
When Kadidia felt Esmeray pulling back and standing up, unwilling to remain a part of the girlpile any longer, Kadidia groaned and rolled over onto her back, chuckling as the girls panted and moued with relief. “Take them—to their Domina, Qahramanah!” she commanded, closing her eyes and lying face-up, soaking up the sensations rippling across the heteraslakos and, in fact, through her own body as well. “Then come back and I can help you plan your lessons for next week.”
“Thank you, Your Grace,” Esmeray answered, meaning it, before her voice turned hesitant. “But I’m not sure Penance can move unless I separate her wrists from her ankles, Your Grace,” she observed doubtfully, as she helped Chastity struggle from Penance’s back and scramble up to a standing position.
“That’s fine,” the larger woman waved one hand vaguely, otherwise looking for all the world like a woman enjoying the warm rays of the Sun. “These two girls are broken. They won’t be a problem. Ever again,” she added, laughing despite herself. “But go ahead and chain her hands behind her back like Chastity. Just so you develop good jawari-handling habits.”
“Yes, Your Grace,” Esmeray promised, nodding, as she turned her attention to Penny, kneeling on her back as she had been taught, before unfastening Penny’s wrists from her ankles and then securing her wrists to one another as the girl sighed, her legs finally able to straighten from the froglike position they had been trapped in. Only after her wrists had been secured, did Esmeray stand and help Penny to her feet, then took the two girls by their arms, and searched the heteraslakos for their Domina.
She spotted Channah, looking as oily and sweaty and bedraggled as Esmeray felt, sitting tiredly on one of the benches near the middle of the tower, her arm supportively resting on Fang’s shoulder. Even from here, she could see Fang was exhausted and pale. Guiding the girls forward, she saw Channah notice them and nod before returning her attention back to Fang. As they drew close, they heard Channah assuring Fang gently: “—as much time as you need. We’ll make a stop at Sademtsaowah to lead my thralls there for the next ritual. Focus on replenishing your herd and I will check on you next weekend.”
Fang, looking haggard, pursed her lips and nodded. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Channah stood, plucking up the girls’ cages from the surface of the bench, each cage dangling from a one of her long, elegant, manicured fingers, kissed Fang on the forehead, and summoned Hong and her girls. “Take your Domina to her chambers. When you have her settled, you may resume your ritual. I realize your ritual today was quite disrupted., but…”
“Oh, yes,” Hong nodded, anticipating Channah’s point. “Absolutely, Your Majesty. Well worth it. We look forward to cooperating with your qahramanah and jawari next week.”
Hong and her girls curtsied, very low and very solemnly, before turning towards Fang and offering to help her, but knowing her too well to try and force their help on her. Fang, meanwhile, set her jaw, and with a warning look to her vassals, stood by herself and marched determinedly for the stairs back to her quarters. If Esmeray were asked to bet, she would have bet any sum she could raise that Fang made it to her quarters all by herself, and that no one who had not been on the platform would be given any reason to think she was anything more than tired or sore.
Channah turned towards Esmeray and her charges, smirking with satisfaction to see her two girls’ hunched, tentative postures and bowed heads. “Ohhh…” she made a delighted pout face. “Such sweet, submissive, humbled girls,” she cooed, folding them into her arms for a slimy hug and meeting Esmeray’s eyes triumphantly as the girls both pushed tightly against her, burying their heads in her shoulders and clearly revealing how much they craved her affection and approval. “Aww…. My little sweeties. Was Kadidia big and mean to you? I can see you’re both a little tuckered out and traumatized after your long performance, but it was worth it, honey pots. You both look soooo sexy, you’re going to have boys and girls chasing after you, when you get back.” She kissed each girl on the top of her head, then continued: “We have one quick stop at the Court of Lust itself—my castle, Sademtsaowah—so the damned will know to wait for us—well, me–there. Then I’m going to take you straight to our own private paradise, where we’ll cut you loose, wash you up, and put you to bed for a nice, long sleep on mummy’s comfortable bed. How does that sound?”
“Wonderful, Domina!” Both girls exclaimed so eagerly Channah snickered again.
“I just love grateful girls,” she beamed. “I’m going to take such gooooood care of you girls. Here, let me just…” she used one carabiner to fasten the end of a chain to Chastity’s collar, then measured off about three feet worth of chain before using a second carabiner to attach the chain to Penance’s collar, kissed each girl sweetly on the lips, and turned to Esmeray, holding the girls’ leash casually over her shoulder.
Leaning forward, she embraced Esmeray, both of them laughing at their oily, messy clothes. Ignoring the girls and looking her qahramanah in the eye, she said: “I’ll drop the girls off with you next Friday at Sademtsaowah. Their duties on Earth have to take priority, but unless they have commitments there, they will be yours from Friday until Sunday for training and ritual. Hong and her girls will remain your training partners no matter what castle you work from; and at least for the next few weeks, Kadidia will supervise your—and their” (she gestured back over her shoulder at the girls) “training.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Pausing deliberately to get Esmeray’s full attention, she frowned and asked: “Did today help you to identify what you need to focus on this week, to be as ready as possible for next week’s training?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Esmeray nodded earnestly, meaning it and knowing it was important, but also betraying something uncertain and tentative within her.
Nodding with decision, Channah followed up, penetrating to the heart of Esmeray’s unspoken lack of confidence: “And were you also able to understand what you might be able to bring to the ritual with your own girls? What you might be able to offer Hong?”
Esmeray looked like a deer startled by a hunter, as Channah hugged her again, reassuringly, frowning expectantly.
Esmeray opened her mouth, paused as a thoughtful expression crossed her face, and then nodded at Channah in surprise. “Why—yes, Your Majesty.”
“Good. Stay here and watch Hong’s performance. You’ll get the girls back the afternoon before the Sabbat, which gives you and Hong time to coordinate your rituals. Bring too many ideas and trust Hong’s judgment in which are worth pursuing.” And with that, she looked back over her shoulders at her girls and asked teasingly: “Are you sweet girls ready?”
Penny turned red. Again. “No—I mean, I’m sorry, Domina, but don’t you want us to get dressed?”
Channah laughed, spinning on her heel and looking back at the girl like she was sizing her up for pork chops. “Do you know me at all? Try that again.”
Penny struggled for words and finally squeaked, bending forward and crossing her legs as if it might help her be more modest: “Shouldn’t we… put our dresses on, Domina?”
“Why?” she teased, enjoying Penny’s discomfort. Esmeray watched the interaction with a strange intensity.
“Well—we—we want to be a credit to you, Domina! Demure young ladies—”
Channah threw her head back and laughed out loud, as Penny wilted.
Literature Section “06-118 Ridden Hard and Put Away Wet“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 118 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1304 words—Accompanying Images: 1920-1922—Published 2025-06-17—©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.