Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 2
The darkened van made it's way upward on a deserted gravel drive that wove along a steep, densely wooded hillside. The two nuns in the front seats smiled indulgently at the boisterous ruckus occurring just behind them in the passenger compartment.
The bully girls were making up for lost time with their favorite playmate. The helplessly secured Plumpkins was being subjected to a game of “wheezy squeezy”--wherein the oldest girl held his neck in a crushing choke hold while the others took turns plunging viscous punches deep into his solar-plexus, knocking the wind out of him.
The crook of the oldest bully girl’s elbow awaited menacingly tight on Plumpkins’ Adam’s apple as he gasped to recover from each devastating blow. She would hold off squeezing down until his breath was just about to be regained--then throttled the throat full closed and reveled at Plumpkins’ desperate struggles and look of panicked terror. Only when he seemed in danger of losing consciousness would she relent--attentively noting any improvement on his part, to then signal the next pugilist with a nod to strike…
The relentless breath-play continued until the youngest bully girl finally declared “I want to play Plumpo the punching bag!” and commenced raining rapid-fire punches into Plumpkins’ tender, ample belly just as fast and as vigorously as her arms could manage.
The nuns nodded approvingly--what lucky finds, what precious treasures these girls were! They all were excellent candidates for sisterhood in their order, especially the youngest--she had the makings of a future Grand Inquisitrix!
How rare it was to find girl bullies unspoiled by disapproving adults that could have discouraged their pitiless behavior, thwarting the natural growth and development of a mean girl's intrinsic, innate cruelty. Fortunately, there was now little danger of that--now that they were in the loving, appreciative embrace of the Daughters of Devourment Order.
The teachings of Saintress Severina and the traditions of her Order--developed centuries ago, then honed and perfected over time--were marvelously effective at ripening these sort of girls’ raw aptitude into proficient expertise. A novitiate’s journey into nun-hood was an exhaustive apprenticeship covering all the theories and techniques of the entire range of human torture.
Added to this would be a thorough indoctrination in the Revelations of Saintress Severina, wherein a novitiate learns that the only true path of salivation for every immoral and sinful piggie in this troubled world is an unflinching Inquisition into all aspects of the his turpitude--featuring copious tortured confessions, then endless unendurable punishments, and finally an act of penance: the surrendering of the piggie’s own flesh for consumption.
And last but certainty not least, a novitiate would learn all the culinary skills necessary for processing the piggie’s meat into achieving the fullest possible flavor and tenderness of texture! According to the teachings of the Saintress--if a piggie’s penance is to be successful, it is absolutely vital that his body provide a thoroughly enjoyable and highly nutritious meal--as his grateful reward for all the sisters who participated in his salivation. All aspects, methods and procedures of piggie cookery were to be explored and perfected.
As the evil escort finally arrived at the gate of the convent compound, Plumpkins’ punishment was proceeding without pause as the bully girls continued the game of “Plumpo the punching bag.” The youngest bully had been joined by two of her young friends, who relentlessly jabbed kidney punches into his flanks through openings in the imprisoning wheelchair’s framework, while the two oldest girls used his face as a speed bag--simultaneously pummeling Plumpkins’ flabby cheeks from each side!
The brutal barrage finally ceased only when the vehicle halted at the steps of a formidable looking monastery building. The van door was eagerly slid open by a bevy of bewitching novitiates. Plumpkins’ received an enthusiastic chorus of oohs and aahs as he was proudly rolled out into their midst by the original pair of shapely nuns. Everyone one of the youthfully pretty novitiates were dressed in the same exotic black leather habits as the sisters, although they were lacking the coiled bullwhips with spiked ends sported by the fully vested nuns.
Plumpkins instantly became the center of salivating attention and the roastingly hot topic of conversation as the perky young lovelies gathered around and exuberantly chattered about him:
“Such a sinful piggie! ”
“So scrumptiously sinful…”
“And in such dire need of salvation!”
“So delectably dire…”
“It shall be such a savory salvation!”
“Also very much a succulent salvation…” added a tall, full figured and highly sophisticated looking nun who had just joined the group.
She intently pinched and poked at the captive Plumpkins with approving nods and quiet appreciative comments. Noting his bruised and tear streaked face, she gave the bully girls a sly wink. “It seems our new recruits have been busy entertaining our guest…”
This produced a wry chuckle among the gathering as the bully girls gave each other embarrassed smiles.
“I am Sister Ravenousetta” she then announced to Plumpkins sternly, leaning in close and peering into his eyes with a no-nonsense glare. “I will be conducting the preparations for your upcoming Inquisition.” She stood back and placed her hands on her wide and shapely hips.
A disapproving scowl came upon the fine features of her palely beautiful face. Looking down her aristocratic nose she suddenly gave him a sharp slap and declared “You’ll find I have little patience and absolutely no tolerance for a sinful--wicked--depraved--degenerate--debauched and licentious piggie!!!” More slaps accompanied each of her hard-bitten words.
This was all too much for Plumpkins--he burst into a torrent of pathetic tears and choked out sobbing words as he pleaded “I just want to go HOOOMMMEEE--PLEASE, PLEASE ,PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO HOOOMMMEEE!!!” He looked toward the bully girls, who gleefully watched his outburst with amusement and rapt fascination. Plumpkins collapsed into hopeless weeping.
Sister Ravenousetta was unimpressed. “Are you finished?” she sneered without the slightest shred of sympathy. Turning to the novitiates she instructed “Remove his clothing.”
They each produced a small knife and skillfully sliced off every scrap of Plumpkins’ apparel as he helplessly sat strapped into the wheelchair.
“Piggies are not permitted the dignity of garments within a Temple of the Saintress Severina.” Sister Ravenousetta stated matter-of-factly.
She then gestured toward the monastery building. “If you are quite done with your snivelling, it’s time for your tour of our facilities--enroute to your cell…”
To be continued…
