Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 5
Life became an endless unendurable chain of miseries as Plumpkins suffered atrociously at the heinous hands of devilish Daughters of Devourment devotees. Their callous cruelty and offhand attitude toward his sufferings were bad enough, but far worse was their evil ultimate intentions--they made no secret he was destined for a horrible and excruciating doom. Most terrifying of all was their fanatical zealotry and undying devotion toward “Saintress Severina”--who obliviously had been a maniacal man-hating madwoman…
Finally--after countless days of dangling over foot-scorching flames, immobilized within bespiked and cramped cage bars, being force fed fiery fare and inflicted with all manner of indignities by brutally bullying novitiates (who especially delightedly in exploiting his unavoidable bodily functions as mercilessly humiliating spectacles)--his cell was at last paid a visit by the convent’s Prioress, accompanied by the ever attentive Sister Ravenousetta.
The Prioress smiled up at him sympathetically “We must apologize for the delay in your proceedings, Mr. Plumpkins--it is not our custom to make one of our guests wait unduly for his salvation. ” She then gestured grandly toward the novitiates attending him. “I trust that my flock has seen to all your needs?”
Plumpkins considered giving her an honest answer, but thought better of it when he caught sight of Sister Ravenousetta glaring at him. He settled on emitting a soft noncommittal moan.
“Excellent!” the Prioress declared with satisfaction, and pressed on with her explanation “I’m sure you will forgive us once you’ve learned of the exceptional circumstances. Our foremost Grand Inquisitrix has taken a keen interest in your inquiry. Of course, there was no choice but to invite her to participate--to do otherwise would have been a grave disservice to you! After all, few piggies ever have had so great an honor!”
All the novitiates agreed and committed themselves then and there that Plumpkins’ salvation would be exceptional! No effort would be spared ensuring that the suffering of his final days would be epic and that the culinary preparation of his flesh would be exquisite--all to provide for an absolutely spectacular penance, sure to impress the Grand Inquisitrix and certain to result in manifold blessings from the Saintress!
“And now, since she and her coven have recently arrived from Europe--it is, at last, time for your much delayed Welcoming Ceremony.” the Prioress nodded to Sister Ravenousetta, who then oversaw Plumpkins being removed from his cage and strapped back into the wheelchair.
Sister Ravenousetta leaned close to his ear and said reassuringly “Never fear Mr. Plumpkins, the extra time has been put to good use. My rattan cane has been allowed to soak in a salt and GHOST PEPPER brine for all the while we’ve been waiting.”
Plumpkins turned his head and gave her a look of dread. She smiled back at him and nodded. “Oh yes, there’s nothing quite like a vigorous public canning to welcome a penitent--and you can be sure I always insist upon personally administering it!”
She then signaled to the novitiates in attendance that the time had come for Plumpkins to leave his cell and be officially welcomed into the embrace of the Daughters of Devourment Convent. He was rolled along ever deeper through the dark halls of the monastery until the little band at last arrived at a vast reception hall.
All the occupants of the convent were gathered therein, dressed in their finest leather. There were also many guests in attendance, from all corners of the Daughters of Devourment’s sisterdom. Subtle variations in the design and style of their leather habits distinguished those of more distant origins.
A bevy of nuns with very distinctively designed habits were the center of everyone’s attention. The size of their puffed sleeves and height of their chef hat like coronets were greatly exaggerated compared to the rest of the nuns. Likewise was the extreme narrowness of their tightly corseted waists, giving them the appearance of a small swarm of wasps. The styling of their garbs seemed to date from an earlier century…
All the sisters were engaged in intense conversation and creating a great hubbub until Plumpkins arrived into their midst, at which point an awed hush came over one and all.
“So THIS is our sinner!” the tallest of the distinctive nuns said with heavily accented english.
The Prioress smiled proudly and gestured toward her distinguished guests. “Mr. Plumpkins, may I introduce you to the Confessional Coven for Grand Inquisitrix Dominique .”
Four of the distinctive nuns curtsied deeply and regarded him with sardonic smirks. Plumpkins was shocked as he examined their appearance. Their garments were completely festooned with wicked looking spikes in every conceivable location, making their shapely bodies seem like pincushions. They also had spikes protruding from their lower lips, the lobes and circumference of their ears, and even along the length of their noses--it gave their otherwise attractive faces a look of utter savagery!
A cold chill of terror ran down Plumpkins’ spine as he felt their gaze upon him. Their eyes had a feral look, like pitiless felines regarding fresh caught prey--soon to be viciously tormented with cruel play before being ferociously devoured.
The four nuns were obviously possessed of innate, deep seated and depraved sadistic streaks far beyond the mere bullying meanness of the other sisters--these thoroughly twisted ladies were not well people! Society might have locked them away as dangerous psychopaths, if they hadn’t first been discovered and enthusiastically embraced by the Daughters of Devourment--who were happy to provide them with industrious employment, well suited for such wickedly warped women…
“This is Whip Mistress Ingrid and her young apprentice Helgatha.” The Prioress gestured toward the tallest nun and her companion. Both were shapely, blue eyed, ice-hearted Teutonic beauties. “They are renowned experts in the construction, care and use of whips, floggers, switches and all other forms of percussive corporal punishment.”
The Prioress then indicated an accompanying pair of buxom, olive skinned, dark eyed and fiery tempered Mediterranean bellas. “And this is the High Torturess Jacquetta and her apprentice Fiammetta. Likewise renowned experts in the construction, maintenance and use of all forms of torture implements and apparatus--the Penectotine in particular.”
Sister Ravenousetta firmly pinched Plumpkins' cheek deep into the flesh and said jovially “Something we always very much look forward seeing put to use…”
“These good sisters have offered to stay after Mr. Plumpkins ‘Salvation Feast’ to give lectures and provide hands on training for our novitiates!” The Prioress declared with pleasure.
“Excellent!” Sister Ravenousetta nodded and then opined “I suppose we must thank Mr. Plumpkins--for sparking such interest from the Grand Inquisitrix, and bringing her and her coven to our humble convent.” She then released Plumpkins cheek, which now sported a dark purple bruise. “So some good shall come from even such blatant and contemptible sinfulness as his--the Saintress does work in mysterious ways, doesn’t she?”
Just then Plumpkins caught sight of the most heart achingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. She put mere mortals even such as movie actresses or fashion models to absolute shame! It was if an angel’s flawless beauty had become manifested in human form. This was Grand Inquisitrix Dominique, whose heavenliness was said to rival even the legendary elegance of Saintress Severina herself.
No red blooded mortal’s heart could possibly resist such gorgeousness, and Plumpkins was no exception. He fell instantly in love and couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her leather habit was unmarred by the crassness of spikes or other such ornamentation, and was stunningly stylish with puffed sleeves so large they appeared like wings and topped by an almost impossibly tall coronet. She shone like the sun as the various nuns and novitiates engaged her in conversation, her beaming smile made them all feel warmly welcome and affectionately appreciated.
But her sunny disposition darkened instantly into a storm cloud when she noticed Plumpkins staring. Grand Inquisitrix Dominique glared back at him in horror, as if he were some sort of hideous bug--one far too disgusting to dare contaminate even the sole of her boot by being crushed beneath it! She signaled for him to be brought before her.
“Such an insolent swine!” Grand Inquisitrix Dominique exclaimed with an exotically sophisticated accent as her eyes bored into Plumpkins wth revulsion. “It’s not enough that his wretched sinfulness compels us to take the good time and trouble to put him on trial--must we also endure being ogled by such a lecherous and perverted little PIGLET?”
Plumpkins blushed absolutely brilliant red from tip to toe with naked embarrassment and guilty shame before the fury of such a goddess. But despite her obvious contempt and hatred for him, he felt himself becoming aroused by her attention--and there was no way to hide it while strapped helplessly down into a wheelchair!
A stunned silence came over the gathering as all became aware of his transgression. The nuns stared in horrified disbelief that a penitent piggie would dare profane a temple of the Saintress with carnal desire--and in front of the Grand Inquisitrix!
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique was enraged beyond all words--HOW DARE THIS WORM, THIS PIECE OF REEKING EXCREMENT, DARE COMMIT SUCH A DESECRATION!!!
She at last composed her self enough to speak and exclaimed in a red-faced lather “HE MUST SUFFER THE KISSES OF SAINTRESS SEVERENA!”
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique turned to her Confessional Coven and said with deadly calm “See to it…”
The coven members gave each other fervid grins and nodded with pleased anticipation.
To be continued…
