Piggie Plumpkins in the Queendom of the Jaguar-azons episode 7
by Morselman
“It seems we have a dilemma.” The first beauty straightened up from inventorying the multitude of branding marks upon Plumpkins’ tortured flesh. She turned toward the maidens gathered outside his cage, all eagerly awaiting the results. “I must consult the Queen…” A signal from her sent one of the amazon guards off towards the Royal Chamber with a message. Plumpkins remained standing before them all--a whimpering, sobbing, quivering mound of agony, his skin crisped into a scorched and toasted scar-scape of countless overlapping brands.
Plumpkins cringed as he recalled the horrible sizzling sounds of 25 fiercely competing amazon maidens repeatedly sinking red hot irons into his writhing body while he frantically stumbled atop searing metal spikes protruding up from the glowing coals within the fire ring. Some of the maidens wielded both their weapons at once to produce a higher branding count. Others alternated them, one heating within the coals while the other burned into flesh--back and forth, back and forth in a continuous rhythm so the resulting increased temperature produced deeper and more prominent scars.
And everywhere Plumpkins’ had looked through his tear squirting eyes were their sternly intent faces, ignoring his screams and howls without a shred of pity--every ferocious amazon maiden was arrow focused upon her all important goal--each implacably determined to earn a precious place in the Mating Ritual and at the subsequent Sacrificial Feast!
By contrast, the delighted audience watching it all transpire from the comfort of stadium seats happily took notice of his noisy remonstrating--matching his outcries with their own outbursts of gleeful laughter! The raucous din of jubilant amazon voices and exuberant applauding at Plumpkins’ plight filled the stadium like rolls of thunder, finally reaching a deafening crescendo as the timer’s last grains of sand dribbled down--resulting in the competing maidens frantically increasing their pace as a final desperate effort to make their marks…
Plumpkins’ reverie was broken by the arrival of the Queen’s replying message. The first beauty immediately burst into laughter as she read it, then passed it among the crowd who mirthfully joined in. “Well well well…ha ha ha…its seems your ordeals aren’t quite over yet piggie…ha ha ha…” she signaled to the grinning guards, who roughly brought Plumpkins out from his cage. “There is a matter that still needs settling…” she continued, bringing her chuckling under control with some effort.
The first beauty was then all business as she instructed the guards. “Bring this piggie before the Queen--quickly…” Smirking, they enthusiastically poked their spear points deep into Plumpkins, prodding him relentlessly until he finally managed to piteously shuffle his tormented body forward. The amazons all muttered at him scoldingly, showing absolutely no patience for his lollygagging.
“We mustn't keep the Queen waiting!” the first beauty said crossly, giving Plumpkins a sharp slap on his blistered behind. “The time for the Mating Ritual is fast approaching--this must be sorted out with no delay!” The crowd of maidens followed at a respectful distance, exchanging knowing looks and giggling quietly among themselves.
En route to the Royal Chamber, Plumpkins caught sight of the field of play at the center of the stadium and halted, unable to pull his horrified eyes away. Terrifying nightmare contraptions mounted on heavy wheeled carts filled the grounds. They were each being carefully prepared by a highly skilled crew of amazons--intently focused on ensuring the absolutely flawless operation of their “toys”. It was as if the entire contents of a gruesome medieval torture chamber had been made mobile--to conveniently provide maniacally cruel public spectacles at a moments notice. The first beauty leaned closely to Plumpkins’ ear and said softly “You see what I mean? The ‘Mating Implements’ are already being set up for the Ritual--we have no time to lose!”
“Mating ‘Implements’!!!???” Plumpkins sputtered in bewilderment. The first beauty shook her head with impatience “Yes, yes, yes…you’ll soon be learning about all 13 of them--each and every one, quite intimately! NOW QUICKLY!!!” She gave his rump an even harder swat, mercilessly using the full force of her strength upon his tortured flesh. She was not the least bit impressed by Plumpkins outcry of agony, and leaned down, glaring fiercely into his teary eyes. “Let’s not try the patience of our Queen any further shall we?”
Upon arrival at the Royal Chamber, Plumpkins was promptly hung by his wrists with chains dangling from the ceiling and hoisted until his tippy toes barely brushed the floor. Two sturdy platforms were then wheeled in and placed in front and behind him, locked in place and adjusted until their heights precisely matched his groin. Two shallow trays brimming with fresh glowing coals were placed on each platform and slid up so closely that Plumpkins could feel the intensity of their painful heat.
Miniature branding irons horizontally mounted on metal tripods were then placed into each tray of coals and carefully adjusted to exactly match the position of his glans and testes.The metal legs of each tripod quickly soaked up heat and transmitted it to the branding tip until they both glowed red hot--just fractions of an inch from Plumpkins’ helpless boy-bits!
The gathering was soon joined by the youngest beauty, who cheerfully gave the dangling Plumpkins a wink. Then a sturdily built large breasted amazon maiden strutted in, giving him a hard no nonsense glare. Plumpkins recognized her as one of the most fearsome of competitors during the Ordeals--her skill and determination had rivaled even the youngest beauty.
All the amazons quickly kneeled as Queen Carnivora regally strode into the chamber. She threw her head back with a shrill cackle at the sight of the helpless Plumpkins. His entire body shuddered with utter terror under her pitiless gaze as she strolled around inspecting him. Urine dribbled down as his bladder quailed, dripping onto the coals with a sizzle. The Queen tisk-tisked at Plumpkins with a frown. “Now see what you’ve done--you soaked the swine-leather cod piece protecting your piggiehood…PREPARE HIM!!!” she barked at her minions sharply.
Plumpkin’s groin was quickly stripped bare and cruel metal clamps were each fastened firmly onto his testicles and penis. He yelped and regarded this new development with fresh alarm. Up to now his genitals had been protected and considered off limits during the previous ordeals--the better to preserve them for the Mating Ritual. The amazons then attached sturdy leather straps to each clamp and carefully laid out their lengths over each corresponding platform, forward for the penis and rearward for the testicles. They were carefully strung through the legs of the tripods supporting each branding iron. Strange egg shaped stones were then fastened to each strap’s end.
Queen Carnivora addressed both the youngest beauty and the sturdy maiden together. “Each of you has qualified for the award of ‘Grand Championess of Cruelty’ with all the privileges that entails.”
She nodded toward the youngest beauty and addressed her. “During the first two Ordeals you consistently exhibited excessive viciousness above and beyond the call of extreme sadism--very well done!” The youngest beauty swelled with pride at this praise.
The Queen then looked at the sturdy maiden, whose large breasts thrust forward as she stood at attention. “And you excelled at the Final Ordeal, with your branding mark count far exceeding all the other maidens--I therefore call a draw between the both of you for the award.”
Queen Carnivora then addressed the gathered amazons as a group. “The Jaguar Goddess Code of piggie Subjugation is clear on how to proceed in just such situations. It must be settled by a ‘Kegel of War’ to be continued without pause until there is a final victress!”
The first beauty produced a coin with the Goddess on one side and the Queen on the other. Nodding at the youngest beauty she said “Call it…” and flipped it in the air. “Goddess!” the youngest beauty declared, and jumped with joy as it landed Goddess up. “I claim balls!” she said with glee and took up a position behind Plumpkins. She then took the strap attached to his testicle clamp and slipped the Kegel stone on the end into her pussy. The sturdy maiden stood in front of Plumpkins and did the same with the stone on the strap leading to the penis clamp, setting her jaw as she squeezed down with a grunt.
The first beauty raised her hand. “The contestant whose branding iron first touches their portion of this piggie’s genitals wins!” She brought her hand down and declared “GO!!!”
Each maiden squeezed down hard on her Kegel Stone and leaned back, dug in her feet and pulled as hard as she could. Plumpkins’ gave out a horrified squeal as his penis and testicles were relentlessly stretched in opposite directions, as if on “the Rack.” It felt like they would soon be pulled out by their roots. Worst of all was the heat from the branding irons waiting scant millimeters from each, ready to burn into the tender flesh of which ever side was ultimately tugged the hardest.
The gathered amazons erupted into wild cheering, urging on both maidens at once. Queen Carnivora’s shrieks of hysterical laughter resounded above it all--copious tears of merriment drenching her face, she was having the absolute time of her life!
But the competing maidens were all business. From what Plumpkins could see through his tears, the sturdy maiden in front of him was focusing all her strength on the task, her large breasts jiggling as her body strained with effort. The youngest beauty behind him seemed to be holding her own, judging from the inexorable way his testicles were moving ever closer to the branding iron awaiting them.
Plumpkins himself was writhing to and fro on the chains clamped to his wrists, his legs and feet convulsively twitching, his cries becoming one long piteous howl of despairing, helpless agony. All this was icing on the cake for the watching amazons, who savored a piggie’s suffering as if it were a fine wine.
Finally, the sturdy maiden’s pussy muscles became tired and relaxed just enough to allow her Kegel stone to slip ever so slightly. Plumpkins felt the branding iron on the youngest beauty’s side burning into his balls and emitted a piercing scream while kicking about frantically as he dangled. The crowd doubled over with laughter, some rolling about on the ground ecstatically. It seemed like forever before the youngest beauty stopped pulling, allowing Plumpkins to finally swing back to center.
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!” the first beauty declared, raising up the youngest beauty’s arm. The gathered amazons all cheered and lifted her onto their shoulders yet again, carrying her around the Royal Chamber for several laps. They eventually brought her back before the Queen and set her down.
“Congratulations!” Queen Carnivora beamed at her as she produced an enormous medal hanging from a ribbon. It depicted a piggie being devoured alive by a ravenous jaguar. As she hung it about the youngest beauty’s neck she said “I now pronounce you the Grand Championess of Cruelty. You are first in line for the Mating Ritual--what is your choice for a Mating Implement?”
The youngest beauty cast a glance at the still dangling Plumpkins and said with glee “I choose the ‘Tenderizer’ as my Mating Implement…”
A gale of laughter rose up from the crowd, none more louder than Queen Carnivora’s. “Excellent Choice!” she declared as the amazons gathered around Plumpkins and began discussing his preparation for the ritual…
