Tag: Hashshashin

1532 06-43 Channah addressing her mamalik in her Cairo palace
1533 06-43 Channah addressing her jawari in her Cairo palace
1534 06-43 Channah addresses her children

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Her bridegirls, on their knees before Channah’s elevated throne, had together placed a fine silver chain around her left ankle, symbolizing her power over them, from which she hung the magical keys to their Svadishthana Cages, as they watched from inches away.

Smirking, she had then leaned forward and secured her second rings around their necks:  their Vishudhha Collars.  They appeared to be very similar to one another:  thick straps of soft white leather decorated with brass studs, each having a brass heart-shaped slave tag with their full name—Chastity and Penance, respectively—on the front, and the legend “Property of Countess Anne Batonnoir, Fensmere Manor” on the back.  Chas’s was slightly wider than Penny’s, while Penny’s had a gold chain decorating its lower edge.  At the ceremony itself Channah had laughingly declined to explain what the collars did, cautioning only that if they didn’t obey her, they would regret it.  But afterwards, while holding Penny in an uncomfortable and embarrassing position beneath her, she had explained this much:

“The Byzantine Mural is yours.  I made it, so it will always tie you to me, but it’s yours, defiled to you as part of our wedding ceremony like the anklet and ring you gave me.  And to the rest of the world, it’s cheap cast-iron.  The leather collar, like Chas’s, is also yours, with the usual powers.  What looks like a gold chain, however, is something altogether different.  But you knew that, didn’t you?”  He nodded quietly, having seen—and felt—the great sapphire set in the heavy gold collar stretching from the upper part of his neck to the tops of his shoulders.  “The Yoke and Star of Bethlehem are mine.  They are always connected to me, and always in my consciousness.  When I call to them, they call back; and they burn like the sun to me no matter how far away from me they are.  So I can always find them, and I will always be able to find you.  I am dressing you up in my property like a lord dressing his servants in his livery, or a pet owner dressing their pet.  The Yoke is as much my property as you are.  I am merely storing it around your neck, little girl, and letting it provide magical shelter to you, the same as my hamper offers you your bed when I send you to it.  Do you understand?”

“Ye—yes, Domina,” she answered, nodding earnestly and nervous lest Channah might suddenly pinch or throttle or otherwise assault her with her hands.  “I understand.  Thank you, Domina, for lending me your shelter.”

“Good answer, girl.  This,” she flicked the brass heart engraved with her name, “Cheap brass, is yours.  Entertainment.  Obviously not a part of my masterpiece.  Like the mural, like all my magic, my collar conceals itself to all but my courtiers.  But by my command, the secrecy of the collar goes further.  It can only be seen for what it is, by the five of us:  me, my two most loyal Duchesses Miryam and Rivqah, the metalsmith who forged it, and you—the person who has the most to lose by revealing its existence to anyone. Others will see it as just another service collar, when they expect to see you collared—probably, when I or one of my servants has you on a leash.  And they will see it as a girl’s choker, or even a tight necklace, when they don’t expect you to be collared.  Fortunately, your neck is feminine enough there’s no need for it to cover your Adam’s Apple, so I don’t need to worry about that. 

“The Yoke will not protect you, or any part of you, from harm by misadventure.  You can be hurt or killed like anyone else.  If someone outside my Court, or even outside the five of us, were to learn about it or get the idea whatever they see around your neck is valuable, say, from you—can you imagine how quickly they would turn on you for the most-precious stone in Christendom?”  She smiled with satisfaction, seeing she had understood the moment she was collared.  “And like your chastity, it can’t be removed by natural means or by other people.  Only supernatural means, by me.”  She shrugged.  “Or, since it doesn’t protect you, of course, by anyone on the planet willing to saw your head off.  So, I think you understand how very, very vital it is that no one ever get any idea of what you’re wearing?”  He nodded urgently, but silently.  “Good.  If I were you, I would also stay very close to my protectress.  The one person powerful enough to protect you if word of what’s around your neck were to get out.  The one person who can remove the collar without removing your head, and who actually finds you useful enough to lend her collar to.”

“Yes, Domina, thank you, Domina,” he dared to answer.

“It will prevent aging, and provide you safety from disease, infirmity, and the ravage of time, for as long as you’re useful enough to me to let you keep it.  Meaning your clean, tight, hairless skin will remain as vibrant and beautiful in a dozen years, even a hundred if you’re useful enough to me that I want to keep you in it that long, instead of moving it to a more-useful courtier.  Meaning you can remain as part of my court on Earth, as long my Ladies’ Maids.  Even as long as me.  IF you make sure to remain useful.  IF you apply yourself to every task I set you, for me.  IF you use your skills to serve my court.”  She snickered.  “So naïve, I can see you’re still as angry with me as you are fearful.  Doubtless you’re telling yourself you’d rather be free than immortal.  But I’m patient.  Sometime—not long from now, even in human terms—you’ll find you’ve become accustomed to the idea of living forever, even as a eunuch who suffers for his Domina.  And you won’t ever want to take it off.  I know you’ll want to remove the Byzantine Mural—of course, who wouldn’t?  But not this.  Eventually, you’ll do whatever I say to keep it on.  Eventually, you’ll do whatever it takes, no matter how repugnant or vile the task, to keep it.  Eventually, my Court and the other denizens of hell will be your only peers, because you will have outlived everyone and everything you know in this world.”  He shivered involuntarily at the thought.  “And then, little girl, you will be my perfect little pawn.  Allll mine.”

In exchange for her collars marking them to the world as her owned wives, the girls had knelt before her again and each given her a silver ring—actually a fine chain, soft and accommodating as they were expected to be—and placed it on a toe of their Domina’s left foot, symbolizing her superiority to them.

Their third exchange was in some ways the most intimate:  As they continued kneeling before her, heads bowed, each of them offered her a tiny silver-mesh globe like a miniature tea-infuser, as she cut a lock of each of their hair, enclosing it in the silver-mesh globe and hanging each girl’s egg from her waist chain, where they joined 34 others, each given to her by a previous sisterwife, and each of which, by giving her a part of their flesh, gave her the power to ensorcell them at any time or distance.  In exchange, she presented them with their Muladhara Twisters, or Intimates:  the special tools of behavior- and body-modification unique to them, that only she or—with her permission, as part of their play group—her friends would ever use on them, and that would only ever be used on each of them.  The first was a long, wicked, black wooden paddle, the black sticks upon which she had based their human surname.  Chas’s was engraved, “Chastity’s Lover Boy,” and Penny’s “Penance’s Bull Daddy,” prompting a round of guffaws and jeering comments from the assembled succubae, incubi, damned, and operatives watching the proceedings.  She also produced mysterious, elongated, jewel-encrusted gold ornaments—Chas’s diamond-studded, Penny’s ruby-studded.

For the breaking phase, rather than breaking a glass, while the girls were held down on the floor, Channah trampled them.  When Penny passed out from the pain, Channah rolled her eyes with a snort of disgust and sent her bridegirls to bed—that bed being her dirty-clothing hamper, which had to be forced closed by the men who escorted them there, for it be latched shut with the two of them crammed in it on top of her dirty laundry.

Channah and her Court then celebrated together all night long.  The next morning, and for most of the remaining two days and nights of the hazing, Channah put her housegifts through the Seven Indignities.  These began by familiarizing them quite intimately with their Intimates as she gave each girl a paddling.

By the end, she had reduced them to the most pathetic kinds of broken, simpering sissy sisterwives.  And the Star and Yoke of Bethlehem had begun to manifest their power, with intended and side effects alike.  Not the least of which, Channah suspected, was how it had permitted her to really feel, for the first time, the submissive joy of releasing all control.  And which she blamed for gentle Penny’s sudden, shocking, and thoroughly discombobulating outburst from his knees before her, in the final moments of their ceremony, that he loved her.

PART 6 OF STORY RECAP

Literature Section “06-43[X] Grimm Transformations VI:  Sexual Sorcery”—Accompanying Images:  1532-1534.  Abridged 1593 words::Explicit 1917 words—©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.

1520 06-41 Channah’s Thuggees in Karnata Vijayanagara kneel to their goddess^
1522 06-41 Channah’s Ninja in Sengoku Japan kneel to their goddess^
1524 06-41 Channah’s Hashshashin in Safavid Tabriz kneel to their goddess^
1526 06-41 Channah’s Osirian Mamlukes in Ottoman Cairo kneel to their goddess^
1528 06-41 Channah’s Desecrated in Ottoman Athens kneel before their goddess^
1528 06-41 Channah’s Mamluk cadre in Tudor Cambridge kneel before their goddess^

The Queen and Her Operatives

Always, she chose her orphans from among the most vulnerable, although the vulnerabilities she valued, like their strengths, varied depending on the purposes she had in mind for them.  The most sensitive, the most brutal, the most brutalized, the most desperate, the most desperate to please, the most isolated, the most social, the most insecure, the most self-confident, the most angry, the most calm, the most self-aware, the least self-aware.  Every human was endowed with some free will, some bit of conscience, some sliver of the holy ghost that could never be extinguished but only banished from this world by death. 

Some of those she chose—bullies and lizards like Cutter, Martin, Isaac, and Eleanor—were already far down the path to hell, as close to being destined for her Queendom as they could be on Earth because they felt nothing for others, couldn’t bear the successes of others, wanted to hurt others, or even wanted to obliterate everything.  But such people could only help her so far, with some things. 

Many tasks could only be accomplished with empathy, reason, wisdom, and self-awareness.  Those possessing such traits, the hothouse flowers, were the most difficult ones to raise successfully to their purposes.  It had taken centuries for the demons of hell to fully appreciate that no matter how much fun it was to wind up and unleash raging, violent sadists, narcissists, lunatics, and golems on the world, they could only advance the cause of reaping souls so far.  Faced with obvious threats to their communities, most people tended to come together, care for and protect one another, even sacrifice themselves for others.   Bringing out the best in people was the last thing they wanted to do!  Those were outcomes that hindered, rather than helped, the demons in their ultimate aims; however much fun it was to cause chaos.  What the demons needed were more insidious threats to humanity.  They needed threats that people could rationalize away or ignore, until it was too late and they were already being gobbled up by voracious hell. 

Rather than creating the savages who worked so well as their kapos in hell, and trying in vain to rely only on them in the more nuanced environment of Earth, the demons realized they would be better served by investing the significant time and empathy required on the front end to raise operatives with the abilities they needed.  No matter how challenging a skill it was for a demon to learn.  No matter how much patience they had to find.  It was something not every demon was capable of.  In all the demon realms of hell, it tended to absorb their brightest and most capable, those from their higher ranks.  But there were also individual differences within demon castes.  So the members of every Court charged with wrangling the hothouse flowers included a mix—a handful of the lower demons, a larger share of the middle, and a heavy dose of the highest ranks. 

And so it was that Queen Channah herself was involved with this project, especially when—as in England, in the 1520s—the succubae were establishing a new colony.   Partly because founding the cadre that would establish and give the colony its start was a particularly crucial step in setting it on the right path, but also because new colonies were only created when there was a particularly pressing reason for doing so.  Cambridgeshire had become her operating base, for now; joining the ancient colonies in Constantinople and Rome, and the medieval colonies in Vienna and Madrid, as the fifth in Europe.  Like most colonies, this one began at the outside and worked its way in to the heart of the Kingdom.  When it was time, when her agents were deeply embedded, their covers and legends secure, its focal point would move slowly, agent by agent, from Cambridge to the Royal Court in London.  But for now, they had only a limited, secondary presence there, which relied on Cambridge for its roots and legend; and behind that, vague stories about coming from the West.

It was the Star of Bethlehem that had decided Channah in favor of England, prioritizing it over Amsterdam, Paris, Lisbon, Stockholm, and the other rising cities of Northern Europe, an area which had never been worthy of organized demonic focus before.  Gemstones, like certain other objects, held energy because they focused so much human passion, ambition, interest, and naked greed.  Their interaction with people, tending to draw out the worst of humanity, cursed them to become fell instruments of power.  The largest, which could become the focus of terrible violence and every kind of sin, were often legendary.  Like the Star of Bethlehem, the largest sapphire in the world, that had been “lost” at Bosworth Field in 1485. 

Any object could become a magical fetish if humans imbued it with enough of their hopes, fears, ambitions, wants, needs, and desires.  But almost none were more likely to do so that large gemstones.  Such naturally-occurring fetishes could be the most powerful substrate for deliberate ensorcelling, because if the sorcerer endowed them with a purpose congruent with their energy, it would add to or even—in the case of a deeply-cursed stone like the Star of Bethlehem—multiply the power imparted to it by the caster’s spell.

Revelation and Reckoning

To build their cadre, and later grow their colonies, the Succubae divided—or, they would claim, allowed their operatives to sort themselves by their choices and actions in response to tests (the most-critical of which they never realized they were being given) into two groups, which became formalized into assigned social roles upon their eighteenth birthday when they left childhood behind.  The rough boys—including all of the pathological future kapos the demons loved so much, and about half of the hothouse flowers—joined a class that would be identifiable across many human cultures, although only formalized and systematically sanctioned in a few:  Mamluks—slave-soldiers groomed for loyalty, command, and the exercise of power on behalf of their masters.  Depending on the cultures in which they were raised and operated, they might be called, or call themselves, local terms that were not a close match, but that captured at least some of the more-distinctive features of their caste or at least their skills, like ninja in Japan, Thuggees in India, and Hashshashin in Iran.

The flowers chosen as mamluks (never called “flowers” in front of humans) as cadres to establish Channah’s English bureau included Roger and Eleanor.  On their 18th birthday they either washed out or proved themselves and graduated into their adult role by the ultimate test of violence:  homicide.  The pathogens, like Martin and Cutter, took the same test, of course; but for them it wasn’t much of a test.  The real question was often whether they could contain themselves until they were ordered to kill, or whether—like Isaac—they would distinguish themselves by killing on their own, before anyone suggested them to do so.

PART 4 OF STORY RECAP

Literature Section “06-41 Grimm Transformations IV:  Master Killers”—Accompanying Images:  1520, 1522, 1524, 1526, 1528, 1530.  1162 words—©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.