Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 8
Needle sharp spikes dug deeper and deeper into Plumpkins as Sister Sadistina lovingly tugged tighter and tighter upon the laces of one of her proudest creations--a heavy leather full-body corset punishment suit. How she savored this sinner’s miserable moans and gasping groans as he lay on the cell floor--and how she relished his desperate squirms and struggling for breath against the suit’s relentlessly restricting embrace!
She also savored a delicious irony--the very same type of fiercely sharp rivet spikes projecting outward from her and her fellow sisters’ prickly leather garments to serve as stylish decorations, also served as the punishment suit’s torture implements--poking inward to prick pitilessly into Plumpkins’ tormented flesh.
Finally, after Sister Sadistina was at last satisfied that the highest possible degree of unendurable suffering and unbearable discomfort was being inflicted by her handiwork, she turned Plumpkins over to the “tender care” of Sister Burndicka.
Buxomly big-boned and strong-jawed, Sister Burndicka would be an intimidating and imposing woman even under normal circumstances--such as the domineering wife of a puny and supine husband, who she hatefully henpecked and kept tightly wrapped around her little finger. But here, as a member of the Confessional Coven, she was an absolute holy terror! There was no moderating her man-hating meanness whatsoever--even the merest of civilized society’s little mercies were disdained by these heartless harpies! Sister Burndicka’s resentful rage against manhood was allowed free range to be totally unrestrained and absolutely unrestricted…
The punishment suit had an open crotch that completely exposed Plumpkins’ hapless genitals to Sister Burndicka’s wicked designs. She immediately employed her cruelest contrivance, “The Teeth of Kali”--a cock-cage of heavy-duty steel construction. It consisted of a cylinder split lengthwise into halves armed with inward projecting needle sharp spikes like a miniature Iron Maiden, held open by a strong spring-loaded trigger like a bear trap, and primed to abruptly gnash together instantly with a sharp eager snap like a hungry shark! A sturdy, wide leather belt held it securely in position upon the victim.
Sister Burndicka strapped her fiendish creation onto Plumpkins and carefully nestled his quivering penis within it’s baleful embrace like a hotdog softly cradled within a fresh baked bun. She then stood over him, holding a strand of leather that attached to the trigger mechanism and glowered down threateningly.
“Just what were you thinking? How could you dare insult the Grand Inquisitrix by showing carnal desire?!!!” she crossly demanded.
Plumpkins’ frantic pleadings and apologies were muffled by the smelling salt gas mask and completely unintelligible. Not that Sister Burndicka cared to hear them, in any case. Her questions were purely rhetorical--she was quite sure she knew the answers!
“IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE A DISCUSTING LITTLE PERVERT WITH A DIRTY MIND FULL OF LEWD AND PERVERSE THOUGHTS!!!” She gave a sharp tug on the trigger release.
A resounding CLANG rang out as her callous contraption clamped crushingly closed!
Plumpkins’ simultaneously experienced duel unendurable pains--as if his penis skin became snagged within a thousand tugging zipper teeth and at the very same time became caught within a car door that was forcibly slammed shut! His screams and howls echoed off the walls of his cell, despite his muffling gas mask!
Plumpkins spasmodically squirmed and frantically flopped as if he were a stranded fish, despite the bindingly tight lacing and poking spikes of his punishment suit! But nothing he did relieved or lessened the unendurable agony of having his oh-so-tender penis being so securely and inescapably caught within the grisly grasp of Sister Burndicka’s most cruelest brainchild…
And there was certainly not going to be any rescue from the sisters and novitiates gathered to observe the spectacle--they were perfectly content to let Sister Burndicka carry on. When the broadly grinning Sister Sadistina reached down with her hand to Plumpkins’ pain contorted face, it wasn’t to offer him comfort--she just twisted the knob on the mask to increase the smelling salt mixture until his howling was replaced by hacks and coughs.
When exhaustion finally began to slow Plumpkins’ gyrations, Sister Burndicka stepped heavily upon his chest with her boot and dug the spike heel in deep, and bearing down hard, brought him to a panting halt.
She held a spiked nut swatter menacingly close to his still exposed testicles. “STOP CRINGING, OPEN YOUR EYES AND PAY ATTENTION!” she demanded.
A savage testicular swat quickly got his attention. “YOU ARE JUST EXACTLY THE SORT OF DEBAUCHEDLY DECADENT DEVIANT THAT COMPLETELY PISSES ME THE HELL OFF!!!
More testicle swats punctuated each of her words “THE-PENECTOTINE-IS-TOO-GOOD-FOR-YOU!!!! THE-PENECTOTINE-IS-TOO-GOOD-FOR-YOU!!!! THE-PENECTOTINE-IS-TOO-GOOD-FOR-YOU!!!!”
And Sister Burndicka was just getting warmed up! She lit into Plumpkins with a vengeance--a scathing diatribe of scorn followed, accompanied by the ever steady ball blistering beat of her swatter!
Meanwhile, speaking of the Penectotine, Grand Inquisitrix Dominique and her henchwomen were busy providing the convent’s model with all the latest upgrades and enhancements, fresh from Europe.
As originally conceived by Saintress Severina, the Penectotine was a simple device--a modest sized Guillotine with it’s lunette opening appropriately sized for a sinner’s genitals. The victim was securely mounted upon it in the seated position by the attendant nuns, with his penis and testicles projecting through to helplessly await the swish of the downward slicing blade.
Saintress Severina’s earliest method of employment was to subject the sinner’s projecting genitalia to all manner of endlessly excruciating tortures until he could endure absolutely no more, and would finally beg for the mercy of having her swiftly chop them off to stop his further suffering.
But over time Saintress Severina improved and refined her techniques, and discovered the most effective ways to use the threat of de-genitalzation for extracting confessions and inflicting punishments. Ever more horrific genital torture implements were incorporated into and mounted onto the structure, until the Penectotine was transformed into the most monstrous of mechanisms ever made by human hands--so terrifying that just the sight of it drove even the most masochistic sinner mad with fear, reducing him to incoherent babbling pleas for mercy!
And the Penectotine’s evolution continued down the centuries as experience was gained and new methods of torture were learned from other cultures. It was modular in design and easily reconfigured to meet the needs of the moment.
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique was bound and determined that Mr. Plumpkins’ salvation would have all the benefits from the latest and most up to date iteration of the Penectotine…
To be continued…
