Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 3
Sister Ravenousetta nodded to the pair of her fellow nuns. They proceeded to roll Plumpkins’ up a long ramp beside the steps of the monastery’s formidable edifice. She then addressed the gathered novitiates “Thank you for your assistance, ladies. The good sisters and I shall see to the ‘arrangements’ for our guest. You may now return to your duties.” She then gave a wink “See you later at his Welcoming Ceremony.” The novitiates all burst into knowing laughter and withdrew.
She then beamed a broad smile at the bully girls and gently pinched the youngest one’s cheek. “And I do believe you young ladies are overdue for another session of Saintress School, eh?” They nodded agreeably and scampered up the monastery steps toward the classroom.
Sister Ravenousetta then proceeded to follow Plumpkins’ and his accompanying nuns up the ramp. Her visage became stone-cold as she regarded him. There would be absolutely no mercy, pity or compassion for this sinner--not until he was justly punished, devoured, digested and excreted. Only then, perhaps, might she spare a kind thought for him--provided his sufferings were sufficiently entertaining, and his meat sufficiently tender and delicious to suffice for his penance!
Like all of the nuns in the Daughters of Devourment Order, Sister Ravenousetta was a true believer in the dogma of Saintress Severina and was fanatically steadfast in her devotion to the Saintress. When the nuns of the Order first took her under their wings, she wasn’t much older than the youngest of the current crop of bully girls--they had enlightened her to her true calling in this world. She and her fellow sisters would unflinchingly see to poor Plumpkins’ sinister salivation with an absolute and unwavering zealotry!
Two enormous leather bound doors swung apart as Plumpkins’ arrived at the monastery entrance. The overwhelming sent of rich, lovingly cared for top grade leather greeted him as he was rolled helplessly inside. The walls and ceiling of the interior were luxuriously upholstered with opulent diamond tufted black leather resembling an enormous padded cell. A score of leather clad nuns and novitiates were busily bustling about with great purpose as they went about their duties (but all of them spared a moment to give him an appraising look.)
Plumpkins noticed with sudden horror what was serving for decoration upon the walls: row upon row of well cooked piggie heads--mounted like the trophies of a big-game hunter! Each had a charred roasting spit section of jaw breaking girth projecting from his mouth--and each wore a frozen expression of utterly hopeless, helpless, agonized terror. The sisters paused rolling his wheelchair to allow him to fully take in the scene. They obligingly turned him side to side for a full view.
Sister Ravenousetta caught up with the group and whispered into his ear “Come along, Mr. Plumpkins--you’ll have your own place of honor in our ‘Hall of Salvation’ soon enough…”
As they proceeded ever deeper into the evil edifice it became apparent that the entire building’s interior and all it’s furnishings were just as lavishly leather upholstered as the entryway. The wall decorations eventually progressed into elaborate mounted displays of an astonishing variety of ancient looking torture implements--each more skin crawlingly terrible than the previous. It all was quite similar to how a mediaeval castle would display arms--however, in place of the typical standing suits of armor there were fearsome female mannequins of the Order’s most renowned toturesses and executionatrixes, each wearing the bespiked leather cowls and garments of her cruel trade. The styles varied slightly as they changed through the ages.
Plumpkins’ tour guides made a special point to include the convent’s kitchen (affectionately known as the “Chapel of Chomp”) wherein he was introduced to the entire cook staff. The buxomly stout Head Sister Chef cheerfully assured him that absolutely every effort would be made to ensure that he was to become as tenderly toothsome a morsel as humanly possible, thus ensuring him a favorable penance. She then proudly gave him a cook’s tour of her vast collection of culinary appliances and equipment, explaining with loving detail how each might best be employed upon his succulently tender flesh.
He then was rolled to the classroom of Saintress School (affectionately known as the “Academy of Agony”) where the bully girls and a hand-full of the younger novitiates were intently listening to a maturely attractive nun’s lecture on torture theory. The visitors quietly entered and waited in the back of the room to listen in.
“The Saintress, in her infinite wisdom, determined that the most productive method of eliciting self-damning confessions from an uncooperative sinner is the gradual approach…” she displayed on a screen several depictions of helpless piggies suffering within various torture devices, each more horrific than the last.
“A series of progressively more excruciating torments wears down the sinner’s resistance, until he at last arrives within the embrace of the ultimate torment…” The Penectotine of Saintress Severina was then displayed “wherein he shall face the most unendurably agonizing and most terrifyingly destructive genital tortures that ever haunted a piggies’ nightmares! He will then, of course, frantically confess to everything and anything to escape its excruciating clutches...”
The instructress then turned to her pupils with a knowing smile. “It is here that the Saintress displays her true genius. After a full and exhaustive confession the sinner will be brought before the Inquisitrix Counsel for trial--and pronouncement of sentence: his punishment will always be a return to The Penectotine and continuing the torture from exactly where it was halted from his confessing!”
The students burst into uproarious laughter and gave each other amused glances.
“And absolutely nothing the sinner then says or does will stop the punishment from proceeding!” she added with a satisfied chuckle.
Sister Ravenousetta leaned close to Plumpkins and quietly said with a smile “See what you have to look forward to…”
Just then a fresh faced young novitiate burst in and declared “Sister Ravenousetta have you heard? Grand Inquisitrix Dominique has come all the way from Europe for Mr. Plumpkins’ trial--and she has even brought her Confessional Coven!!!!”
Sister Ravenousetta straightened up, put her hands on her shapely hips and burst out with a hearty laugh. Many of the others in attendance joined her, but both Plumpkins and the bully girls remained puzzled at the joke…
Sister Ravenousetta attempted to explain, but couldn’t get past saying “Well…” before she broke into another mirthful bout. Finally, with much effort, she regained her composure. “Well Mr. Plumpkins, it seems your Inquisition will be conducted by our most merciless, pitiless and hard-hearted Inquisitrix aided by the most ruthless, unflinching, inexorable and exceptionally skilled torturesses in the entire history of our Order--congratulations!!!”
Everyone except the hapless Plumpkins roared with raucous laughter at her remark…
To be continued…
