Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 9
The Convent’s cohort was all abustle with preparations for Plumpkins’ upcoming trial, punishment and salvation feast. For her part, the youngest bully girl was busy with her companions putting the final touches on the list of Plumpkins’ sins for presentation before The Inquisitrix Counsel. Sister Ravenousetta approached and expressed interest in their progress.
“Yes, this all seems quite typical…” Sister Ravenousetta nodded as she read the list. “Teasing the younger girls and annoying the older ones. Sneaking snacks and stealing desserts. Tormenting the cat, etc.” She gave the bully girls an arch look. “This might be sufficient trouble for Mr. Plumpkins with the sisters back at the orphanage--but you really should up your game for today’s proceedings!”
She reached into her satchel and pulled out a notebook page. “I’ve had a discussion with a few of the Confessional Coven--they say this is the best sin list for getting Grand Inquisitrix Dominique’s attention…”
The bully girls read the page of peccancy, giving out astonished squeals of delight. They then burst into gales of boisterous laughter as they discussed each of the cataloged crimes. Sister Ravenousetta looked on with a satisfied smirk.
Also in the vein of preparation, the Inquisition Arena no longer featured a “Salvation Horse” upon it’s center stage. Instead, there now was the most demoniacal device for the inhuman infliction of intolerable torment and dreadful destruction upon male genitalia ever constructed--the Penectotine!
Having supervised its adjustment and tuning to perfection, Grand Inquisitrix Dominique gazed upon the mechanical monstrosity with the same admiration and affection that a sports car enthusiast might show regarding a classic Ferrari Monza. How she loved it’s intricate outrages and complex calamities! She was quite a connoisseur of Penectotines, and a keen student of their history and application.
If every devastating drop of horrific man-hating malice were distilled down to depraved female cruelty at it’s most ferocious, the result could not have been a more perfect ultimate weapon against a hapless sinner's manhood!
In truth, the Penectotine and Grand Inquisitrix Dominique were a match made in Heaven--since both were very much creations of the Daughters of Devourment, and results of very careful crafting…
Even when extremely young, angelic little Dominique’s exquisite beauty was exceptional and truly stood out. As an orphanage ward, she soon came to the attention of the Daughters of Devourment sisters--who quickly identified her as someone well suited for purposes of the Saintress.
Inspired by the legendary gorgeousness of Saintress Severena, the Daughters of Devourment long ago determined that a Grand Inquisitrix should be unobtainably beautiful and devastatingly desirable--her breathtaking loveliness serving superbly as a final dagger thrust into the sinful heart of men.
And so it was, that the beauteous young orphan girl Dominique was swiftly spirited away and shepherded into the Daughters of Devourment flock--to be shielded vigilantly from the lascivious looks and lust of men while she was properly prepared and fully groomed for her future calling as a Grand Inquisitrix!
Under their care little Dominique was thoroughly taught about all the horrid sinfulness in which pathetically weak willed menfolk indulge--their degenerate and debased desirings, their lewd licentious lechery and libidinously libertine loucheness. She studied the salaciousness, inquired about the iniquity, puzzled over the profligate promiscuity, and was trained about the wanton turpitude and corrupt concupiscence of men.
And she was absolutely horrified by what she learned: Men were a dangerous pack of disgusting perverts that were absolutely irredeemable!
All this severe indoctrination convinced the highly impressionable young Dominique that males were hideous monsters best kept far far away from her--she couldn’t even bear the thought of looking upon one, much less being anywhere near one. The very idea made her skin crawl!
In due time she was ripe for receiving the Revelations of Saintress Severena, and Dominique took to it like a duck to water--becoming a star pupil and highly enthusiastic practitioner. Here she found answers to all her questions regarding the sinfulness of men and most importantly, all the solutions to the problem of their salvation.
By the time Dominique had grown to become a novitiate, her devotion to the Saintress and expertise at the methods and techniques of salvation were exceptional. She was fast tracked for the Inquisitrix Academy, and for specialization on the Penectotine…
And now, any unrighteous wretch getting the opportunity to admire Grand Inquisitrix Dominique in the flesh paid a steep price for the “privilege” of being within her presence--he was destined to suffer all the unimaginable tortures at her heartless command, and an inevitable destruction when devoured with dispatch as she supervised his salvation.
Thence was Plumpkins brought--frog marched before the throng within the Inquisition Arena by the sturdy Sister Burndicka, his testicles squeezed firmly within her menacing grasp impatiently compelling him inexorably doomward. The upward projecting spikes from his leather punishment suit’s footpads were digging into the souls of his feet with every excruciating step.
The crowd eagerly watched for a reaction as his gaze first caught sight of the awaiting Penectotine…
“NOOOOOOOO--NO-NO-NO!!!” Came the muffled cry from Plumpkins’ smelling salt gas mask. “PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE-NOOOOO!!!”
The futility of his pathetic pleading was so preposterous that the attending sisters and novitiates hooted and howled wildly with derision (and even the grimly stern Grand Inquisitrix Dominique broke into the very slightest of smiles.)
Plumpkins’ legs collapsed beneath him as every fiber of his being shuddered in utter uncontrollable terror. His quivering form was then caught under the shoulders by accompanying Confessional Coven members and hauled unceremoniously before the Inquisitrix Counsel.
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique was garbed in her most magnificent Victorian style Inquisitrix habit, made of lustrous pitch-black leather with enormous Leg o’ Mutton style sleeves, wasp waist and broad bell shaped hoop skirt. Her severe porcelain skinned visage was encompassed by a broad upturned collar and expansive black leather cornette resembling a tall chef’s toque.
She loomed ominously from the Inquisitrix Pulpit like a lowering black leather storm cloud and pointed her kidskin gloved finger toward the Penectotine and declared obdurately “Prepare the sinner for confession and punishment!”
To be continued…
