Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 12
“It’s time for the final carol…” Prioress Painette cheerfully thumbed the pages of Saintress Severina’s Book of Confessional Carols and Hymns of Harassment then stopped with a nod of satisfaction.
“And here we are--‘The Young Whipstress Girl.’ ”
The attending sisters agreeably commenced:
Come young Whipstress
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
A despicable sinner to distress
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
Your harshest strokes to strike
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
Welts, scars and bright red stripes
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
So to punish him
Thwap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Thwap!!!
Lay waste to his skin…
At that point Grand Inquisitrix Dominique signaled the Confessional Coven to cease the punishment session. The High Torturess and her young apprentice released Plumpkins from the Wringer of Truth.
Once more the youngest bully girl approached The Inquisitrix Pulpit, giddily wielding her list of lies with an impish chuckle.
Plumpkins watched miserably as Grand Inquisitrix Dominique austerely instructed her to read yet another inaccurate accusation from her page of prevarications.
“Plumpo used to wolf whistle at us and pinch our rumps as we walked past him!” came her callous canard.
A ferocious foment of fury arose from the female flock.
“NOOO! NO-NO-NOOO!!!” Plumpkins cried out without thinking. Sister Ravenousetta rolled her eyes and gave the youngest bully girl a knowing look.
“So you deny it?” Grand Inquisitrix Dominique fumed contemptuously. “Subject him to The Fearsome Flails!”
The Whip Mistress exuberantly stepped forward. Her young apprentice eagerly followed with ardent delight. The High Torturess graciously conceded them the floor.
Both whipwomen equipped themselves with identical accouterments of agony from the Penectotine’s smorgasbord of suffering--a pair apiece of small flails fashioned completely from gold. Their golden handles dangled nine fine gold chains, all sporting sharp edged diamonds set in ringlets interspersed along each strand’s links like bead-work.
The Teutonic twosome of terror each took opposite positions beside the Penectotine, adjacent to Plumpkins’ exposed groin. With flails in both hands, they skillfully whirled their weapons like baton wielding majorettes as they casually awaited instructions from their superioress.
At the Grand Inquisitrix’s signal these wicked whipstresses gave an astonishing demonstration of both the outstanding skill and outrageous cruelty of their ruthless application of the flail upon male genitals!
With unerring aims, the pitiless pair relentlessly rained down ruinous revenge upon Plumpkins’ poor privates like viscous Valkyries of vengeance railing against the vanity of all men!
These athletic avenging angels wielded their weighty whirling weaponry without becoming the least bit winded or tired. They seemed possessed by energetic demonesses, endlessly powered by the volcanic magma of deepest Hell itself!
Plumpkins’ swinging penis tip and dangling testes were being batted like hapless ping-pong balls between paddles as the furious flogging picked up speed. The golden gantlet of stinging strands struck ever faster from all directions until they transformed into a glittering blur.
“YEEEEEIIIIIIII--HIIIIII--HIIIIII--HIIIIII--IIIII--CONFFFFESSSSS--HESSSSS--HESSSSS!!!” he screamed out in an explosion of utter agony.
“Excellent.” Grand Inquisitrix Dominique declared. She gave the Prioress a glance and opined “I think the Saintress will understand if we forbear reading from her Revelations in the interest of providing this sinner a more efficient salvation…”
Prioress Painette nodded agreeably “Ave Severina.”
“Continue the flailing without pause for the next hour.” The Grand Inquisitrix instructed the Whip Mistress.
The whipstresses smiled broadly and redoubled their efforts with fresh determination.
“NOOOHOOO--EEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!” screamed Plumpkins.
“This calls for another song, Sisters…” Prioress Painette said blithely “How about ‘Flog his balls…’ ”
The throng heartily concurred:
Flog his balls, Flog his balls, Flog them till he bleeds
Infinite justice waits inside Severina’s Penectotine
Flog his balls, Flog his balls, Flog them till he bleeds
Infinite justice waits inside Severina’s Penectotine
Thrashing a sinner's nuts
In Severina’s Penectotine
Pain and torment he’ll know
Just listen to his screams
Fearsome Flails shall fly
Making him repent
What fun it is to scourge boy bits
Until his breath is spent
Flog his balls, Flog his balls, Flog them till he bleeds
Infinite justice waits inside Severina’s Penectotine
Flog his balls, Flog his balls, Flog them till he bleeds
Infinite justice waits inside Severina’s Penectotine
To be continued…
