“And the slave who stole her?” Sam-manth cradled the small, crying child in her pincers and made reassuring queefs at it.

“Car-rai is…taking care of it, Cunt Mother.” Mir-rand looked away.

Sam-manth stared at her for several seconds before responding. “Good…good. She will make him suffer. She is a cruel one, our Car-rai…”

“Yes, Cunt Mother.” Mir-rand shifted the legs of her spider mech. The Cunt Mother made her uneasy. Car-rai was always predictably cruel and scheming, but Sam-manth was an Ancient One, her whims shifted by the second. It was always good to be on ones toes around The Cunt Mother. “What of the child, Cunt Mother?”

Sam-manth continued queef-cooing to the baby. When she finally looked up there was a smile on her vagina. “She will be converted. On the day of her menses, praise Tampax!”

“Praise Tampax.” Mir-rand nodded. “Cunt Mother, if I may…the search teams must be debriefed and…”

“Yes, yes.” Sam-manth waved her off with one of her pinchers. “And Mir-rand…send Car-rai to me.”