Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent.
Episode 20
At long last Plumpkins’ excruciatingly slow roast-baking torments were finally finished. He was cooked right up to the very limit of survival--just exactly enough living muscle was left to allow him to draw each struggling agonized breath, and enough barely functioning organs remained to prevent him from the blessed escape of merciful death.
Plumpkins was now the elaborate centerpiece of a most sumptuous banquet, opulently laid out with all the trimmings. The spit still skewered him, but was now set upright to slowly rotate vertically--much as one would find at a Greek restaurant being used for cooking gyros. And just as with gyros, several carving knives were conveniently at hand for diners to whack off hunks of his sizzling meat as it rolled past.
The sinister sisters had thoughtfully positioned a mirror high above the scene, allowing Plumpkins to closely observe all the dire proceedings around him. The Daughters of Devourment knew their craft well. A penitent sinner’s successful salvation depended upon inflicting the absolute maximum mental as well as physical sufferings while carefully preventing his death, or even loss of consciousness, during the process of his being cooked and consumed.
All of the convent’s devilish devotees were in attendance, each wearing her most devastating black leather apparel and resplendently adorned with her cruelest BDSM finery. Even the bully girls were provided the elaborate panoply of an extravagantly harsh dominatrix. They wore tight leather catsuits, svelte leather corsets and tall stiletto heeled boots--and all of them were lavishly blinged out with wicked looking spikes projecting all over and matching spiked collars, bracelets and belts.
At Sister Ravenousetta’s encouragement, the youngest bully girl stepped forward before the gathering of gorgeous gorgers and eagerly declared “We have composed a new song, with Sister Ravenousetta’s help, in honor of this sinner’s imminent salvation!” All in attendance voiced joyous approval and gave their full attention as the bully girls formed into a choir and commenced to sweetly sing:
Plumpo the rotund sinner
has a very lushious rump
And once we get to taste it
our hearts will then rapidly thump
All of we femcan sisters
lick our chops and eagerly hold out plates
To devour Plumpo’s penitent posterior
our holy tummies can hardly wait
Saintress Severina is smiling down
And as her revelations say
Now that Plumpo is roasted well
his salvation is just mouthfuls away
Then how we sisters shall love him
as we munch and crunch his flesh
Of all the nourishment to feed us
Plumpo’s fat marbled meat is best!
At the conclusion of this hunger honing hymn the entire stomach stoking sisterhood stood up in a standing ovation. They all then lined up with plates at the ready, each and every one of them with a carnivore's keen craving for cruelly carving, chomping and chewing the still living Plumpkins.
After the gourmandizement got going, the kitchen crew carted out a collection of cooking equipment. “It’s time to prepare this sinner’s sweetbreads!” the Head Sister Chef declared with a clatter of cookware. She proceeded to strategically array a semicircle of several frying pans and hotplates around Plumpkins and set olive oil to sputtering in each. Her culinary contingent then patiently stood by as the last of the nunnery’s noshing nuns whittled off the final morsel of meat from his rotating rump.
The Banquet Hall was filled with the raucous sounds of a sumptuous meal being vigorously devoured by enthusiastic diners. Everyone uttered fervent exclamations between their brimming mouthfuls while nodding and glancing at each other appreciatively. All the while, Plumpkins helplessly watched and listened to his consumption in a horrific scene of chow chewing carnage--his fully functional eyes and ears having been carefully spared during the cooking process.
Suddenly the grisly galley gang paused his rotation at an appropriate position and precisely plunged paring knifes into Plumpkins’ torso proximate to vital organs. Before his horrified gaze, he watched in the overhead mirror’s reflection as they deftly removed liver, kidneys and thymus--careful all the while to keep the nerves and plumbing attached while they were each dipped in egg wash, lightly breaded and then plopped, still living, into pans of simmering oil.
Plumpkins’ attempted screams were muffled by the spit still projecting from his maw and all he could manage were pathetic whimpers. A sudden hush came over the delighted diners as they were just able to hear his sniveling and whining over all the sizzling noises. One and all rose from their seats with a clatter of plates and silverware as they rushed over to savor the scene--a sinner’s final moments of agony were the holiest of all!
Sister Ravenousetta arrived first and proudly presented a wicked looking hook bladed scalpel before the carnivorous crowd. “I’ll manage to make this sinful pig still howl and squeal!” An amused murmur arose from them as they exchanged knowing glances. “With your permission…?”she looked to the Head Sister Chef enquiringly, who happily nodded her approval.
Leaning close to Plumpkins’ grimacing face, Sister Ravenousetta gleefully showed him her weapon and whispered into his nearest ear “I know a special recipe--Rocky Mountain Oysters a la sinner! Your living testicles are to be boiled alive in oil and then gobbled up by me while still attached…”
A rapturous roar of merriment erupted from the throaty throng as she proceeded to slice into his scorched scrotum…
To be continued…
