“What is this?” Josephine asked Folkie.
“It is the conductor...”
“I can see that, fool!” Josephine snapped. “What is he doing still
Folkie shrugged his shoulders, not realizing that his mistress was
thinking out loud.
“Chavvah’s vice! Bad enough that we had to suffer for so long such a
disconcerting and dangerous creature within our sanctuary without
supervision. But now,” Josephine seethed, “he is like a pest that
you step on that still won’t die!”
“Your grace?” Folkie inquired.
Josephine growled and stopped herself from talking further, wrapped
herself with her blue cloak, pulled her knife out of the seat cushion,
opened the carriage door and exited.
“Wait, your grace! The rain!”
“Out of my way!” Josephine pushed Folkie aside. She strode through
the rain as she attempted to catch up with Danso. “You there?” She
pointed at the blade pro seduct closest to her. “You there, I say,
come with me!”
“Your grace,” the guard said, hurrying behind Josephine as they both
pursued Danso through the dismal relentless rain.
Danso did not look in the feminarch’s direction and kept walking.
“Hold on there, conductor! I need to speak with you,” Josephine
“I am in no mood for conversation,” Danso said.
“I need to speak with you!” Josephine repeated in a pompous tone of
voice. “I care not for your mood.”
She failed to hear Danso whispering something as he continued his
“Your grace, he looks injured. Perhaps...” the guard interjected.
Josephine waved her hand dismissively, lifted her drenched robe and
chased down the acrocognizant. He had already entered the cloister,
which was an expanse of short cultivated grass.
“CORNELIUS? I am addressing you!” Josephine cried out.
Danso stopped next to a large fountain, looked at the feminarch
defiantly and huffed. The guard was close behind her.
“So, Cornelius is the name that will make you heed my command,”
Josephine said when she caught up to Danso. “Once a slave, always a
Danso began grinding his teeth together.
“Do you think her eminence is the only one within this sanctuary that
knows who you are?” Josephine asked.
The acrocognizant looked around to see if anyone else was within
“You seem to forget where you are. Allow me to remind you,”
Josephine said as she leaned in and showed Danso a small coin-sized
disk. “Is this one of two control disks that activates that collar of
Danso stared at Josephine.
“I asked you a question. Is this one of two control disks to the
nano-synaptic neuter that you wear around your neck?” Josephine
“Indeed.” Danso could not hide his growing hate for the feminarch,
his sparkling eyes glowing brighter.
“Indeed,” Josephine mocked. “So, now that we have that
established, you know that her eminence is not the only one who holds
your life in her hands. And with that said, unless you want me to make
your life extremely difficult, you will respond when called!”
Josephine failed to notice a faint green glow of powder-like mist
cascade over her face as she spoke. “Do…do not think your
impertinence will go…with impunity. You are not unlike any spado-kar
here, despite still having your cock! Your bedding of her eminence
absolves you not from being sub…subject to…t…to… wha—”
Josephine’s stomach suddenly felt as if she had swallowed the peppery
phlegm of a pepperlid.
Unbeknownst to her, several million dust-size nanomote devices had been
blown into her nose and mouth and had almost instantly reached the
feminarch’s gastrointestinal tract. Danso blinked once and the
micro-robots gave him an endoscopic and apposition view of the
feminarch’s gut. He watched as the mechanical particles that
inhabited her digestive tract broke apart into millions of more
infinitesimal devices. Each one grew a coat of spines and quills that
resembled dandelions. Arcs of electrical energy sparked and bounced off
one quill after another. Like dust devils, the devices swarmed and
spiraled within Josephine’s intestinal wall and raked against the
lining like steel wool scraping against a crusty pot.
“Hunnugh!” Josephine moaned as her bowels churned, her pale skin
broke into a cold sweat, and she instantly pressed her knees together.
Panic was in her eyes as gas escaped her anus. Josephine gave Danso an
accusatory glare, then raised her small blade while raising her hand
with the full intention of pressing her thumb against the control disk.
Danso expected to be incapacitated, but the feminarch doubled over, and
the control disk slipped out of her fingers. It disappeared in the wet
grass, as did her small blade.
Danso stepped where the control disk fell without being detected.
“Your grace? Are you alright?” the guard asked with concern.
Josephine held her stomach as if she had been stabbed. She grabbed the
edge of the fountain, attempting to stand straight, but she dropped to
her knees instead. Her blue cloak fell off her back as the painful anal
explosions happened so rapidly it was as if her butt cheeks were
simulating the clapping of hands. “OooooOOooh! OoOOoooh!” Josephine
cried out, clutching her stomach and writhing on the floor as the runs
flooded out of her rectum like molten lava.
“Your gra… Oh! Agh! By Chavvah!” The guard caught a whiff of the
fetid stench and looked around, unsure of what to do.
The feminarch looked up with a pleading face. Danso looked back at her
with a malevolent stare.
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