PREVIOUSLY: Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls. The girls, raised by Channah’s servants as her grateful wards, had just been put through the arduous indignities—hazing and trials—required for a human to be properly bound in left-handed marriage to a demon. Seclusion is the last requirement of the ritual; but to reach their destination quickly, they will have to travel through the honeycomb, which is only accessible in Hell. She has just prepared the girls for their journey through her country. NOW:
The Little Princesses
“Now you have to make it to the chapel in your high heels. Can you do that, girls?”
They looked at one another, each hoping in vain the other would respond, before Penny finally nodded, and quite unconvincingly.
“Well, you have to. I like to dress little girls up and I love the way you look for our honeymoon, but there’s also a reason we took such care, and why you are wearing my crest.”
“Your crest?” Chas asked while Penny scrutinized the medlar forms on her sleeve carefully.
“Come come,” she insisted, leading them out through the Privy Chamber and through the Great Chamber. “Yes. The Medlar. Or… if you look closer…”
“A broken heart,” Penny knew the answer already. “That worries me, Domina.”
“Why?”
“Are you—are you a heartbreaker?”
She tried not to smile, or at least not quite so wickedly as it manifested on her face. “What if I am?”
“Please don’t break my heart, Domina,” Penny begged her sincerely.
“Oh! Sweetie!” She paused, held Penny’s cheeks, and pecked her on the lips before continuing along. “Some might have expected I already would have, by cuckolding you,” she flirted, squeezing Penny’s armored little package and eliciting a surprised squeak. She laughed. “But maybe you enjoy that a little, sweet Penny?”
“No, Domina,” she gasped, shocked but feeling her face heat with embarrassment for some reason. Channah saw it, and rumbled a laugh deep down in her throat. “Penny’s a pervert,” she teased in a singsong voice as Penny protested uselessly, looking even more embarrassed.
She was laughing with delight as they approached the door to the family’s private stairway, which momentarily brought them in view of the public room at the top of the Grand Staircase. Three maids had interrupted whatever they were doing when they heard the ladies coming; and as they came into sight, the maids gasped and curtsied, looking awestruck.
“Tell me that wasn’t gratifying,” Channah dared them, as she unlocked the stairway door and ushered them through it. Their pace was still slow, and they were still holding onto, or at least touching for reassurance, each solid surface as they passed it. But if they weren’t quite looking graceful yet, she wasn’t afraid they were going to pitch over down to the ground at any moment. It had been pretty touch-and-go, especially when they first started moving through the Privy Chamber.
“It was gratifying, Domina,” Chas murmured, and she laughed with pleasure at the admission, pulling the stairway door closed behind them and locking it.
“Wait for me girls, I want to be in front of you on the stairway in case you stumble or trip on the staircase.”
“That’s exactly what Rivqah said when she brought me to—to—”
“To be cuckolded?” She blew a mocking kiss and winked. “You were in heels for that?”
“No, Domina, I was blindfolded.”
“Mm,” she made it sound salacious with her inflection, before leading them down the staircase. “The special reason you need to look your very best, is because you’re about to meet my subjects. Or, more to the point: they’re about to meet you. You have quite a reputation to overcome,” she laughed throatily.
“What do you mean?” Chas asked, confused.
Penny squeaked: “They saw—they saw us at the wedding, Chas,” Penny blurted.
“Not all of them,” Channah clarified. “But a number of the most important. They expect you to be mortified at the wedding, obviously. It’s important they see their Queen is completely in charge and on top of her little sisterwives. But now that they’ve seen you broken and humiliated at my hand, I want them to see you uplifted, enriched… beautified. So they know what I’m capable of, and they know that serving me faithfully is the key to their own success and happiness.”
She stopped on the second stair, looking over her shoulder at them to make sure she had their full attention. Her face was as serious as the mysterious sweating sickness that had plagued England since Bosworth. “When I’m not making an example out of you to show them my power, you’re my representatives. My ambassadors. I expect perfect, ladylike behavior from you both. You’ve been trained for this for years, whether you realized what the training was for or not. Every one of my jawari has been: how to conduct yourself in public, including at formal ceremonies. I know the heels are higher than anything you’re used to, but heel height is an important symbol of rank in hell so you must wear them. Other than that, you have all the training and experience you need to behave flawlessly, and that’s what I insist upon. I chose you carefully because you have demonstrated that you have the necessary character, the necessary intellect, and the necessary desire. Do you little ladies understand?”
There would only have been one answer to that, even if they disagreed with her: “Yes, Domina.”
“Good. Make me proud, girls. Assume from the moment this door opens, until we close the door of my retreat, that you are being watched, follow my lead, mind your manners, and be the princesses Sindonie has raised you to be.”
“Yes, Domina!” they answered, with greater confidence, and she nodded her head sharply in approval, opening the door.
Showtime
The chapel was not quite back to its original condition, but it was getting there, the high open windows slowly but surely doing their work of airing it out. The. moment the door opened, Penny also saw the light, the burning reddish-orange glow of the fires of hell, softly muted here like the heat from a fire-warmed stone tucked under insulating blankets in the winter beds of those fortunate enough to have servants.
Their Domina stepped down the double-height stair and steadied each girl’s arm as she followed suit. There were hazy red figures milling about in the orange glow that filled the center of the room, but they seemed distant and fluid, like mirages on the horizon that you could never quite reach.
Sensing her girls’ nervousness, Channah stood between them, tucking an arm through each girl’s elbow and gripping them reassuringly before leading them forward. She whispered, primarily to Penny: “This time it will be different. You won’t just perceive Hell from Earth. I will carry you to Hell with me. You will experience more intensely and fully than at our wedding, because then you remained entirely on Earth, despite your acute senses. This time, with every step forward, Hell will become more real and Earth, less so.”
Both girls nodded, too nervous to think to respond.
Literature Section “06-55 Hella Honeymoon XII”—Part 55 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1105 words—Accompanying Images: 1572-1575—Published 2025-04-08—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.