Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 10
Plumpkins’ tremulous muscles were absolute jello, incapable of the slightest resistance. The Confessional Coven cruelly kept him within the prickly punishment suit as they inexorably forced him down onto the “Bascule”--the seating platform of the convent’s Penectotine.
Sister Burndicka detached the “The teeth of Kali” from Plumpkins’ much afflicted groin and he whimpered a grateful sigh of alleviation. But the contraption of torment was not withdrawn out of mercy--for with bewildering speed he was slid forward upon the Bascule platform until his exposed genitalia thrust through the Lunette opening located directly below the wickedly sharp slicing blade.
The cruel-hearted congregation then expeditiously fastened Plumpkins to the mechanical monstrosity until every inch of him was secured by a multitude of sturdy leather straps, equipped with heavy duty forged steel hardware and buckles. When they’d finished he was harnessed down so tightly he couldn’t twitch a finger or even wiggle a toe.
All this was exactly per The Daughters of Devourment doctrine. To quote Saintress Severina:
“The sinner must be totally bound--unrelentingly gripped within the Penectotine’s righteous embrace as if prey caught within implacable talons of a ravenous raptor. Only then he understands the utter helplessness, and hopelessness of the predicament his turpitude has ensued. He not only must have no possibility of escape, he must not be able to manage even the slightest wince as the sacred blade slices down upon his offending organ with infinite justice.”
Sister Sadistina then removed his smelling salt gas mask, to facilitate speech during the upcoming shriving interrogation. Plumpkins gasped with dazed relief and began full groaning breaths, frantically sucking up air as if rescued from drowning.
But before he could so much as flex a single kink out of his neck, the unsympathetic sisters securely strapped his head into the Penectotine’s upright framework, until it was completely immobilized. Only Plumpkins’ jaw was left unbound--so as for him to better confess with…
Plumpkins’ was still free to blink and shift his eyes, but forced firmly into viewing the Inquisitrix Counsel. The Inquisitrix Pulpit was, of course, front and center stage of his attention.
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique glowered down at him and promulgated “The witness may now present the list of charges toward this transgressor against the most Holy Revelations of Saintress Severena.”
To Plumpkins’ horror, the youngest bully girl stepped between the Penectotine and the Inquisitrix Pulpit. She carried a written sheet of paper. After giving him a mischievous glance, she became all business and solemnly faced the Grand Inquisitrix.
Holding up the page, she gravely addressed the The Inquisitrix Counsel. “I hold here a list that I and my fellow sister orphans will attest are the sinful acts that Plumpo committed against us while residing at the Sisters of Sympathy Orphanage.”
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique nodded grimly “Read the first charge.”
The bully girl turned toward Plumpkins and said with a gleeful smirk “Plumpo used to steal our underwear from the dirty laundry hamper and take them into his bed at night!”
An amused murmur arose from the entire crowd, with the youngest members bursting out in astonished laughter. The members of the The Inquisitrix Counsel gave each other sideways glances with eye brows raised and looked at Plumpkins in amazed askance.
This was of course pure fabrication--Plumpkins had done no such thing, nor had he any such tendency. He was in reality a rather decent sort, and not given to sexual peccadilloes of any sort. But that meant nothing to the bully girls--they had him on the spot and were determined to have their fun!
For her part, Grand Inquisitrix Dominique wasn’t even the least bit sightly surprised to hear it. She already had Plumpkins pegged as just exactly suchlike a shameless little pathetic pervert, from her very first sight of him. This pitiful kind of contemptibly disgusting appetite was just all too typical of his wretchedly vulgar sort, as far as she was concerned.
“And how does the defendant plea?” she wryly asked with richly sardonic condescension.
“IT’S A LIE! THEY TELL LIES TO GET ME IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIME!” Plumpkins bawled out in indignant outrage, chagrined by such an outlandish accusation.
The Grand Inquisitrix rolled her eyes and turned to the awaiting Confessional Coven. “Subject him to the Shriving Brick”
The High Torturess and her apprentice reverently made a selection from an alarming assortment of torture apparatus that accessorized the Penectotine. It was a full sized brick of solid gold completely encrusted upon one side with priceless diamonds.
This was part of an extravagantly luxuriant collection of opulent and most holy torture relics brought all the way from Europe especially just for Plumpkins’ Inquisition, at the insistence of Grand Inquisitrix Dominique.
The Confessional Coven proceeded to install the high-toned tool of torment upon the Penectotine’s business end. An arrangement resembling a playground swing suspended the bejeweled brick in position to forcefully strike down into Plumpkins’ testicles with its diamond encrusted face and rest there atop them. Only an adjustable stop mechanism at the end of it’s travel prevented the brutal bauble’s full weight from instantly crushing his gonads into goo.
“Set the adjustment stop to one-quarter compression.” the Grand Inquisitrix instructed, then nodded for the torture to commence.
The young apprentice torturess complied and lifted the brick to the upper limit of travel. Pausing playfully to savor the panic in Plumpkins’ eyes, with an impish wink she released it.
The ostentatious ornament swung down and struck Plumpkins’ privates with a loud THWACK!!!
“OOOOOHHHH-HOOOOHHHH-HOOOOHHHH-HOOOHHH-OOOOHHH-OOOOHHHH!!!!” Plumpkins groaned out as the shock of impact was followed by the crushing pressure of the gold brick’s weight and the sharp diamonds jabbing into his tender scrotum skin like countless biting teeth.
The High Torturess and her young apprentice allowed it to remain firmly in position as they stood at each side of him, their hands set proudly upon hips in triumph. They gleefully grinned toward each other, nodded with satisfaction at the torrent of tears gushing out from the whimpering Plumpkins, and then looked toward The Inquisitrix Counsel members expectantly.
“Now do you understand how futile it is for defiant sinners to resist Salvation?” Grand Inquisitrix Dominique scolded at him like an impatient schoolmarm.
All the nuns and novitiates in attendance rose from their seats and chanted together “Confess and be punished--Confess and be punished--Confess and be punished--Confess and be punished…”
“Nooohoho--it’s a lie! I never…I never…I never did…” came Plumpkins’ groaning response. But telling the truth was to no avail…
Grand Inquisitrix Dominique shook her head and a stern look came over her beautiful features. She nodded to the High Torturess and instructed crossly “Set the adjustment stop to one-half compression.”
The young apprentice torturess couldn’t help herself from softly chuckling as she helped the High Torturess reposition the Shriving Brick to the new setting. Once again she lifted the costly contrivance to the upper limit of it’s travel and paused playfully…”
To be continued…
