1622 06-69 Show respect, bitches! More groveling!
06-69 Dance of the Qahramanat IV
PREVIOUSLY: Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination. At the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny and Chas have just had their first sight of their qahramanah, Hanim Esmeray, who in turn has just met Fang’s wife Hong and immediately clashed with her. When Hong turns her back on Esmeray, Fang cries out in warning NOW:
Hong pivoted with surprising speed on her impractical fighting boots as Esmeray laughed, taking her hand off the hilt of her scimitar.
“Esmeray,” Channah snapped, “Did you know your slaves’ legs went to jelly the moment—the very instant—they set eyes on Hong?”
And Hong chose that moment to emphasize the point by snapping: “Show respect, bitches!”
“No, Your Majesty,” Esmeray muttered, trying not to sound jealous, watching reluctantly but attentively as the four girls fell adoringly to grovel at Hong’s feet.
“Hong, in fifteen years on the hetaraslakos, have you or anyone you’ve known suspected you could get such a reaction out of the damned by urinating on them?”
“No, Your Majesty,” Hong murmured, trying not to look embarrassed.
“Let me make this clear, abīd: Both of you, as tiresome as you may be, are useful and valuable chattel of the Crown. And both of you have things to learn. If you want to ruin your rival, show her up and enjoy it when I punish her. In fact, Fang and I will make this more interesting: every full moon, Fang and I will decide which of you has done better, and give the winner an opportunity to humiliate the loser.” Both women stood straighter at that, looking daggers into one another’s eyes. “But if either of you damages the other—my property—Lilith help me, I will make you train your own replacement and then have you tortured for the rest of your human life.”
“Yes, Domina.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” they murmured, heads bowed.
Putting Girls in Their Places
When Esmeray bowed her head, her eyes fell upon the two girls still frozen at her feet with their lips on her boots. As if the shutter on a bull’s-eye lantern had suddenly been flipped, she gushed unexpectedly, startling no one half as much as Penny: “Penance!” she leaned down and pulled her up. “Get up, you two!”
And the moment they were standing, she threw her arms around Penny and cried, squeezing her: “My little savior!” Pulling back, she seized Penny’s cheeks and kissed her on the lips enthusiastically, heedless of the way her scars and her faerie-touched eyes and her sudden mood shift had overwhelmed the younger woman.
Releasing her, she turned to Chas. “And you must be her whorish little friend who’s brought her back to me as a girl!” She kissed her as fiercely and genuinely fondly as she had kissed Penny, leaving each girl as baffled and anxious as the other.
Finally on their feet without hands on their necks holding them down, the girls were able to look around them for the first time. In addition to the dramatic, even terrifying landscape of hell and its slavering crimson inhabitants, they saw the surface of the hetaraslakos was about 12 to 15 feet higher than the killing ground around it, and that four of the eight edges were specialized: One facet had an enormous futon strewn with differently-shaped pillows, with a fence around it, almost like a cage or… or a crib. A second was actually a glass platform, each block of glass resting on an iron grill and framed with iron where the grout would have been between blocks of stone, allowing the audience to see everything going on above them through the floor. A third was an artificial pond with glass walls built from the same basic structure as the glass platform, using bronze in place of iron, and filled with water at almost unimaginable cost and effort in this place. And the fourth was an iron framework, as complex as a cathedral, rising another 15 or 20 feet above the platform, with arms and stairs and loops everywhere. Nearer the middle of the platform were racks containing a variety of toys and instruments, some of which the girls recognized as floggers, whips, and canes; and others with purposes the girls could not guess. Nearer the stairwell rising at the center of the platform, and surrounding it on three sides, were a cluster of benches seating 20 musicians with different instruments. The musicians stared carefully and doggedly directly ahead of themselves, studiously ignoring Channah, Fang, and their group. The musicians all appeared to be older jawari, struggling twice as hard, and with half as much success, as other women to maintain their beauty.
“Now that that’s all forgotten,” Channah beamed, spreading her arms innocently, as Fang snickered at the satirical segue. “Fang has honored us with wedding presents.”
“Square saddles!” Hong snapped her fingers, and her four submissives scrambled in front of her, startling Esmeray, shuffling to the four corners of a square with their arms out at right angles, touching one another’s fingertips to space themselves properly, before dropping to their bellies and moving their knees up to their sides.
“Girls,” Channah stepped forward, pointing to the girl at her feet. “This is saddle position. See how she is on her shoulders and knees, with her knees spread wide apart?”
“Yes, Domina,” they murmured, embarrassed.
“Every position a saddle girl can take is uncomfortable.” She couldn’t prevent herself from smiling at the arousing thought. “Especially on stone. Even when they’re not trying to hold presents off the ground. Because of the festivities we have planned, and because frankly the position is more pleasant for us as a footstool than an actual saddle, we won’t make them hold these positions for long. But it’s better than sitting on the stone, and Esmeray, the effects can be… debilitating to your pets, depending on how long you make them maintain position. The point here is that in this position, their knees take enough of their weight they still breathe, while their shoulders and pelvises take enough weight to keep their knees from breaking.”
And with that, Channah—followed in quick succession by Fang and Hong, knelt with their knees outside the girls’ and their bottoms on their backs. “Come on, Esmeray, sit,” Channah gestured, and Esmeray hesitantly did so, smiling a bit despite herself. “Fang, is there any particular order you recommend they open the gifts?”
“Hong?” Fang asked in turn, and Hong instructed her bitches:
“Honghua, Hongjiao, present gifts.”
Two of the girls managed to raise their presents off the ground, even from their current, uncomfortable positions, as Hong explained with a curtsy to Channah: “Domina Channah, Domina Fang recommends your two sisterwives open these two gifts at first, simultaneously; then the remaining two.”
“Then by all means, proceed. Girls?” She gestured to Penny and Chas, standing awkwardly on the platform and wondering what, if anything, they should be doing. “Kneel between us and open your gifts simultaneously.”
Literature Section “06-69 Dance of the Qahramanat IV”—Part 69 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1097 words—Accompanying Images: 1619-1622—Published 2025-04-21—©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.
