Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 7
The Whip Mistress’s battle flail “butt beater” featured fish hook style barbs at the end of each iron ball’s spikes. Every savage stroke administered by her and her apprentice embedded firmly into the flesh and required a stout tug to rend it free, horribly lacerating Plumpkins’ bedeviled buttocks.
This sort of vicious inventiveness was just matter of course for such “gifted sadists” as the Confessional Coven. They constantly dreamed up new twists on the tools of their trade, and the sisters on the Coven’s team of assistant nuns were all skilled artisans well capable of fashioning even the most novel of their ideas.
The Coven were always eager to try out a new “inspiration” and employ it upon a fresh sinner. It warmed the cockles of every Coven member’s heart to see the stunned disbelief of a victim first laying eyes upon her terrible new creation--and nothing matched the thrill of watching his sudden terrified comprehension of her outrageous over-the-top sadistic cruelty that makes her capable of conceiving such a horror!
Two of the Coven’s most talented assistant nuns had constructed an invention of their own to avoid the inconvenience of sinners having fainting spells--a smelling salt gas mask! And Plumpkins’ previous swoon qualified him as a customer…
It’s snug fitting leather “mascaras” hood was tightly laced upon Plumpkins’ head by Sister Sadistina, a slender raven-haired beauty from Spain and an expert at all forms of leather craft. (The demonic leather catsuits and corsets adorning the Coven were her skillful handiwork.) An absolutely obsessed leather fetishist, her forte was fashioning extreme leather bondage garments to inflict prolonged unendurable discomfort upon the hapless sinner encased within.
The hood incorporated a fiendish forced smelling salt inhalation mechanism that was crafted by Sister Burndicka, a highly skilled metalsmith. She had learned her trade by making traditional Celtic silver jewelry, but upon joining the Devourment Order, she discovered a talent for fashioning fiendish torture implements. (The barb-spiked iron balls pummeling Plumpkins’ posterior were from her.)
She was a green eyed Gaelic ginger, ample bodied and full bosomed, and a hard-hearted, sharp-tongued, absolutely ferocious shrew toward any and all men. Her passionate hatred of manhood drove her to contrive and “improve” genital torture devices. Any sinner’s boy-bits falling into the clutches of her CBT creations were due for a very, very rough time.
The proficient pair placed a comfy leather upholstered bench up close to Plumpkins’ face, so as to best enable them to cozily operate their callous contraption. Sister Burndicka twisted the valve controlling the inhaler’s smelling salt concentration wide open, causing Plumpkins to cough violently. She casually tinkered with it for a full minute as he convulsively choked and wheezed, until she finally found the sweet spot--mixing in just enough air to reduce his harsh hacking to a moaning agonized rasp. She gave Sister Sadistina a broad smile and nodded with satisfaction.
The sisters then settled in to carefully monitor Plumpkins, ever threatening to adjust the mask’s smelling salt throttle full open at even the slightest sign of fainting.
Meanwhile, the Whip Mistress was aptly demonstrating the well-practiced skill with which she and her apprentice wielded the weapons of their trade. A whirlwind of iron spiked woe whaled down upon the wailing Plumpkins. However, the havoc they were hailing upon his hapless hindquarters was hardly haphazard. To the contrary, they were carefully crafting the cuts carved into his corpulent contours--bruised and bleeding borders were being beaten around both branding burns, sure-handedly surrounding each of them with a sweet valentine shaped heart! This produced a chorus of appreciative murmuring and adoring “ahhs” from the crowd…
At long last, the whipstresses finally finished. Plumpkins’ beleaguered backside was now a case of complete crimson carnage--caned, branded and flailed. But Grand Inquisitrix Dominique was not yet appeased. With an effortless finger snap of her elegantly leather gloved left hand, two assistant nuns emerged from the stage door--each carrying a bucket of coarse grained salt!
They displayed their cruel cargo to Plumpkins, bringing the pain filled pails before the eye openings of his mask and trickling handfuls of the salt through their gloved fingers. The nuns then proceeded to each side of his pulverized posterior and held their buckets up at the ready position for spilling upon it.
Sisters Burndicka and Sadistina grinned to each other and leaned closer to Plumpkins. They intently observed for any reduction of consciousness, and prepared to crank the mask valve wide open as a remedy.
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique gestured for the salting to begin and permitted herself a small self-satisfied smile for a job well done, as she watched Plumpkins writhe spasmodically and heard his mask-muffled screeching.
The watching crowd of nuns rose into a standing ovation! The bully girls and younger novitiates rushed the stage and besieged the Confessional Coven as if they were rock-stars or famous athletes!
The youngest bully girl was absolutely elated--her mind totally blown wide open by such undreamed of possibilities! She was walking on air, dancing and skipping about like a whirling dervish, totally euphoric--never in her wildest imaginings could she ever have conceived of such an exultant ecstasy! This must now be her calling--she wanted nothing more than spending her life serving the Saintress and becoming a member of the Confessional Coven--and perhaps one day, even becoming a Grand Inquisitrix!
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique took the Prioress aside and had a deep discussion with her. The Prioress nodded her agreement and raised her hands to calm the throng.
“Everyone, I have an announcement…” she stated. “Grand Inquisitrix Dominique has informed me that Mr. Plumpkins’ prior accommodations were far too lenient and comfortable. This was because we had erroneously assumed that his principle sin was mere Gluttony--little did we know that he was also guilty of Lust!”
The attendant nuns all nodded their understanding and became grave with condemnation.
The Prioress continued “I therefore remand Mr. Plumpkins into the custody of Grand Inquisitrix Dominique and her Confessional Coven as he awaits the preparations for his trial.”
Sisters Burndicka and Sadistina and their fellow assistant nuns all gave exclamations of pleasure at this development and scurried off to make the cruel arrangements.
Sister Ravenousetta and her two assisting nuns proceeded to release poor Plumpkins from The Salvation Horse and placed him face down upon a leather upholstered gurney, his whimperings still muffled by the fully encasing smelling salt gas mask. He was then wheeled back to his cell.
Greeting him there in place of the previous attendant novitiates, were Sisters Burndicka and Sadistina with a handful of their smirking colleagues.
Sister Sadistina reached into a rolling Wardrobe Closet and pulled out one of her handmade creations. “Yes, this should do quite nicely…” she said with a heavy accent and held a leather punishment suit before Plumpkins’ aghast gaze. It was in the form of a spike-studded catsuit, large enough to fit him--but with the spikes projecting inward! There was also an accompanying full-body leather heavy-corset that laced down tightly like a mummy bag--to embed the same said spikes even more deeply!
A loud clunk drew Plumpkins’ attention when Sister Burndicka threw open the lid of a large chest. “I’ve brought along my toy chest. And it’s chock-full of toys personally handcrafted by yours truly that are just perfect for punishing a pathetic little pervert such as yourself!” she said in a scolding tone.
Reaching in, she noisily rummaged about with metallic clunks and rattles, muttering crossly until she exclaimed “Here it is--The Teeth of Kali!” She pulled out a small cylindrical cock-cage with needle sharp spikes projecting deep into it’s center, then gave Plumpkins a contemptuous sneer and scornfully chided “This will teach you to not offend nuns with your unnatural nonsense…”
To be continued…
