The Sisterhood of Spite

     The Sisterhood of Spite.

 

     Chapter 5.   Sadistic Extravaganza.

     

      On the day of the Holo Extravaganza the Abbey awoke with a feeling of great excitement in the air. That evening half a dozen or more of the Order’s Nuns would be aloud to accompany their Mother Superior to the great hall, named the Slaughter House, where the show would be Holographed. They would sit in the live audience and cheer their leader on to ever more extreme acts of great cruelty. While there, they would all indulge themselves, to the full, in the obscene orgy that would, inevitably accompany such a public punishment. Apart from these privileged few, three other Nuns, Sisters Gloria, Clemantine and Rosa, would actually assist as Official Torturers. Sister Rosa being the second of Claudia’s Nuns who had Holo Cams in their heads. Like Clemantine, Rosa’s eyes also flashed silver when she blinked.

      Apart from these Nuns, Mother Claudia’s two new Sex Slaves were to accompany the entourage. There were special plans for these two. This was a night they would remember for ever.

      Of course, Senator Quintus would be there, too. The scrawny old letch attended most of Claudia’s shows. Besides, he was always allowed to help make the poor bitches scream and that got his great twelve incher especially stiff and ready for action. He, too, was eagerly looking foreword to the Spectacle.

      The day seemed to fly and in no time their whole party was being picked up by the large chauffeur driven ‘floater’, that had been sent by the Holo-Company to take them to the studio.

      Once there the six Nuns were escorted to the best seats among the live audience. While Claudia and her assistants were taken ‘Back-Stage’. Mother Superior and her three assistant torturers, were all dressed in their Order’s official Nun’s Habit, Quintus in his Senator’s toga but, much to their horror, Celia and Clair were stark naked. Well, not altogether. As, to protect her precious virgin hymen, Clair was locked into a tight fitting chrome plated Chastity Belt.

      Once out of sight of the audience, Claudia checked if all her instructions had been carried out. As both the show’s Producer and Director, the Holy Mother had total control over proceedings and she was quickly assured that her orders had been carried out to the letter.

      “Good.” Claudia smiled at the efficient way things were going. She was getting that special itch in her cunt that she always had in the final run up to all her shows. “And the woman? Is she here?”

      “Yes, Reverent Mother.” Answered the Assistant Director. “She arrived two hours ago.”

      “She’s had all the drugs I asked for, administered to her?” Went on the Holy Lady. “It wouldn’t do if she passed out. If that happens, I’ll hold you directly responsible, understand?”

      “Yes, Reverent Mother.” The A.D. answered, going pale at the implied threat. “She wouldn’t loose consciousness now, if you boiled her in oil.”

      “Excellent.” Claudia’s smile broadened. “And has she been fully ‘made up’, as I instructed?”

      The A.D. nodded.

      “Right, then.” The Abbess said, laughing and rubbing her hands together, enthusiastically. “Bring her out so we can get to know her a lot better.”

      The A.D. scuttled away and returned, minuets later, with their poor, unfortunate victim.

      Held between two strapping female guards, the condemned woman was a sight that brought delighted laughter to the lips of Quintus, the four Nuns and all who beheld her. Stark naked, her beautiful face made up as if she was going to a party and her honey blonde hair set high, in the latest Roman style, the lovely woman was brought before them, Cuffed and Chained, for the coming slaughter.

      Broad black leather cuffs tightly banding her wrists and ankles, also above her knees and above her elbows and another around her throat, were already in place for use. Her arms were strapped tightly around her back, each wriststrap attached to the strap above the elbow of her opposite arm. Held in this way her shoulders were pulled right back and her big breasts made to thrust right out, nipples rigid, as if they were an offering. As, in a way, they were. Her hands could be seen, with fingers clenching, spasmodically, their pretty nails painted a bright red. A length of chain, attached to the back of her throat band, ran down her back and, pulled so tight it forced her lovely head back, was attached to the six inch chain that fastened her ankles together. As she tried to walk in time with her guards, her pretty feet hobbled, her toenails painted red like her fingers, the sort chain made her shuffle along with little, mincing steps, that made her shapely, naked body, judder and shake, and her great, soft breasts, wobble like big pink blancmanges topped with large red strawberries. Her lovely head, pulled back by the chained neckband, she tried, with difficulty, to look where she was going. Her big brown eyes, popping wide, rolled in her head with fear, her lovely full lipped mouth gaped open wide, held in that position by a clever mouth clamp, and her pink tongue flickered as she tried to speak.

      The guards brought her to a stop before the laughing Nuns. Her wide open eyes rolling with abject fear, she tried to speak in a garbled, inarticulate way, begging the Holy Mother for mercy.

      “Clease. Clease, Hohee Other.” She tried to plead through her mouth clamp, her tongue flicking in and out in a funny and amusing way. “Clease hath hitthy ong ge. Earthy! Clease hath earthy!”

      “Well, well.” Sister Gloria laughed. “I think the Slut is begging you for mercy. I’m sure she’s asking you to take pity on her.”

      “Oh! I’ll have pity on her!” Laughed Claudia, and stepping foreword, she gripped the woman’s stiffened clitoris that thrust right out of its hood and with her fingers, pinched and squeezed it mercilessly.

      “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggh!” The woman screamed in agony as her crushed tickler was twisted and stretched.

      “That was your first scream of the evening, Slut.” Reverent Mother snarled into the crying girl’s face. “But you’ll give many more before the night’s out. And even louder that that one.”

      Turning to the guards, she told them to bring the woman out when she called and, followed by her assistants, she marched out onto the brightly lit floor of the Slaughter House.

      A great roar went up from the audience as the Abbess and her assistants walked out onto floodlit floor. She, accepting the adoration of the crowd and, waving and blowing kisses to people she recognised, and to the four working Holo Cams which, along with Sister Clemantine and Sister Rosa’s close camera work, would be recording and transmitting the show to the millions of Holo Audiences around the world.

      Putting up her hands, she silenced the impatiently waiting crowd. Then she and her three Sisters put their hands into the tightly closed openings in the front of their black Habits and, with proud flourishes, scooped out their big breasts and shook them at the excited crowd. Then, as the audience roared its approval, all three Nuns dropped their voluminous black skirts, kicked them aside and, spreading their plump, white thighs, wide, pulled open their red cracks and thrust out their cunts to the yelling mob.

      Putting up her hands for quiet once more, Claudia turned to face the wings.

      “Bring the dirty Slut out.” She called. “Bring her to me for punishment.”

      The guards, as they had been instructed, hurried the naked Condemned girl to Claudia, at centre stage.  As she tried to keep up, with mincing little hobbled steps, her big, thrusting breasts, bouncing like jellies as she moved, and the leather collar choking her throat and making her tongue stick out of her gaping mouth, the crowd again roared its delight.

      The roar quickly died down, as the audience tried to hear every sound that was made. Special microphones made this easy.

     At a sign from Claudia, Sister Rosa moved to the Condemned woman’s left side and Sister Clemantine moved to her right and each Nun gripped her hip. As the two guards marched away out of the floodlights, Sister Gloria moved to stand directly in front of the crying, shaking girl. At a command from the Holy Mother, Sister Rosa moved the stiffened middle finger of her right hand between the full, rounded buttocks of the snivelling girl and Sister Clemantine gripped her stiff and swollen tickler between the finger and thumb of her right hand. While doing this, both women still held the girl firmly with their other hand holding her hips. Sister Gloria raised both hands and gripped the girl’s big nipples between fingers and thumb.

      Their was a moment of silence then, somewhere off set, began a slow, low, roll of drums. There was dead silence but for the raising beat of the drum roll, and tension started to mount. The beat of the drums got louder and louder and, suddenly, stopped with a            

       “Crash!”

       “Aaaaaaaaaggggg!” Came a loud cry from the Condemned as, head thrown back, tongue protruding from gaping mouth, and standing right up on her toes, the girl received the full thrust of Rosa’s finger right up her arsehole, Clemantine furiously shook her swollen clitty and plump Sister Gloria, stretched and twisted both her nipples.

      Screaming her way through the first stage of her punishment, the victim passed the Reverent Mother’s test to see if her high sexual response under extreme pain, was really working. It certainly seemed to be. After some long minuets of painful abuse to her main sexual parts, the girl gave a loud shriek and, climaxing, cum in great abundance over Sister Clemantine’s hand, before slumping in her bonds. While she hung there Clemantine pushed her cream coated fingers into the girl’s wide open mouth so the Condemned could taste her own cuntcream, then she wiped her hand across the young woman’s full, red lips, smearing her lipstick across her cheek.

      Claudia moved closer to the panting woman’s bound and sweating body and ran her hands over her naked skin. The Reverent Mother watched, closely, as goose bumps rose up under the touch of her fingers and the girl gasped and flinched from her hand. The girl watched her with frightened eyes. Smiling grimly, Claudia turned away and faced the excited audience, who now waited in silence. A company slave appeared and handed her a rolled document. The Holy Mother unrolled it and then read it to the crowd, in a firm, loud voice.

      “This Condemned whore has been duly and legally convicted of gross disloyalty to her Master. Bought as a Sex Slave, she has constantly refused to show any enthusiasm when raped by her Master, her Mistress or any of their friends. She as also refused, ever to suck her Master’s cock, her Mistresses cunt, or give this service to any one of their family or friends. While being forced to suck and tongue her Mistress’s anus, she did bite her Mistress on her thigh.

      The Imperial Judges, therefore condemn her to be cruelly punished on all her sexual parts and that she take eight hundred strokes of the cane and, on being assured that this said whore is very proud of her big breasts, that these said breasts be cut from her body and that her wounds be cauterised with hot irons, and her body, in this state, is to be placed on public display in a brothel, for not less than four months, where she shall be used by all who desire her. On completion of her public display, this Condemned whore shall be hospitalised and her breasts shall be grown again. When her new breasts have been completely grown for six months, she shall be brought back to this place and here, at that time, her breasts shall be cut from her body again, and her wounds again be cauterised with hot irons. When this Sentence is carried out to its conclusion, this same whore is condemned to be taken back to the same Brothel, were she shall be used as a whore by any person or group of persons, who desire her.

      This sentence shall be carried out by representatives of The Holy Order of the Brides of the Emperor. By order of The High Judges of the Empire.”

      On hearing the Sentence, the crowed applauded with delighted appreciation. But the Condemned girl began to weep bitterly, with fear and horror.

      With an evil smile, Claudia rolled up the Scroll and handed it back to the company slave, who took it ‘Back Stage’ and out of sight.

      The lasciviously dressed Mother Superior moved to stand in front of the Condemned young woman and smiled, sweetly, at her. It had gone so quiet now, that all that could be heard in the Great Hall was the wracking breaths and sobs of the terrified girl.

      “Did you hear that Sentence, Slut?” Asked the Reverent Mother.

      The terrified Slut moaned some garbled and unintelligible sounds through her widely clamped open mouth, while bitter tears splashed down her pretty face and over her big, jutting breasts.

      “Good.” Said the Abbess, with a broad smile. “Because now I’m going to carry it out.”

      More loud crying came from the trembling, shaking girl as her Torturer put out her hands and lewdly fondled her naked breasts.

      “Let me explain just what I am going to do to you first, my dear.” The Holy Mother smiled, kindly. “As you know, in a little while I’m going to cut off these great big Udders of yours, so what ever I do to them before that, doesn’t count. It’ll just be a little extra fun for the Ladies and Gentlemen of the Audience. You understand?”

      “Ohhh. Gear Gog, go.” The young woman tried to shout through her gaping jaws. “Cleeeeease. Gooo.”

      “You see? You do understand.” Laughed Claudia, as she dropped her hand down to the girl’s thrusting groin and slipped her middle finger in between the Slut’s cunt lips. “But, of course, there is also the little matter of the eight hundred strokes of the cane that I’ve got to fit in somewhere, too.”

      The weeping girl’s fearful eyes watched her, like a rabbit’s eyes watching a snake that’s about to eat it.

      “What I’ve decided to do to you first, Sofia….Sofia? That is your name, isn’t it, my dear? Yes? Well, what I’ve decided to do to you first, is to cane both your fat arse and your big udders at the same time. And as the strokes on your udders won’t count, that will be like a plus for you, won’t it?”

      Claudia was delighted at the way the show was going. Her mental torture of the terrified condemned girl, already had the thick juice running down over her plump inner thighs, as anyone looking at her fat, bald cunt, could see. Now it was time to move on to the real thing. She glanced at the two Nuns still standing on each side of the bound victim.

      “Right, girls. Hold her tight.” She grinned, as Sister Gloria handed her a small implement attached to a long, thin wire.

      Claudia moved so close to Sofia that their breasts pressed together. The implement that she held up before the crying girl’s wide, brown, tearful eyes, was a strong, metal, saw toothed clamp. She showed it to the girl and gave her time to work out its purpose.

      “Now, my dear.” She leered at the snivelling Slut. “Put out your tongue, for mummy.”

      The horrified, crying girl shook her honey blonde head, turned her lovely face away from Claudia, and would have stepped back away from her, had  Clementine and Rosa not held her firmly in place.

       “Are you sure?” The Holy Mother asked Sofia. “This is your last chance, mind!”

      Sofia shook her beautiful head, violently.

      “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Chuckled the Torturess, as she handed the clamp back to Gloria and took another shiny, chromeplated tool off her, instead. She showed the second tool to the shaking Sofia and the girl cried louder than ever. The new implement was a kind of broad headed pliers, whose flat jaws came flushly together along their whole surface.

      Gloria pulled the two horrified Sex Slaves closer to the Condemned girl, so they would miss none of the exciting action.      

      Licking her red lips, lasciviously, and occasionally glancing at the sobbing girl’s fearful face to see her reaction, Claudia took  Sofia’s big left breast in her left hand and, holding it tightly in her fingers, she took the snivelling girl’s big nipple carefully, between the pliers strong steel jaws and, watching the girl’s lovely face, she crushed the big, rubbery teat flat.

      “Neeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrhh!” Sofia’s shriek shook the Great Hall, and the audience roared in gleeful delight. All three assistant Nuns shrieked with cruel laughter, as they watched their Superior squeeze down hard on the screaming girl’s crushed teat. Giggling like wicked school girl’s they gazed with burning eyes as blood spurted from the mangled nipple as Claudia twisted and stretched the highly sensitised bud, as if she was going to tear it right off the girl’s tit.

      After some minuets of this treatment, Claudia released the shrieking girl’s mangled dug and every one watched as the crushed nipple started to swell up before their eyes and turn dark blue.

      Grinning, evilly, Claudia, still gripping the girl’s big jug in her fingers, held the swollen nipple up for the crying Slut to see.

      “I told you!” The Holy Mother laughed. “You had better always do as I say.”

       The crying Sofia, her eyes looking in horror at her dreadfully swollen teat, nodded her lovely head.

       The Reverent Mother released the Condemned girl’s badly hurt left breast and, watching her facial expressions, closely, she tightly gripped the sobbing Slut’s right breast in her left hand.

      On seeing this, Sofia began screaming, hysterically and trying to shout something through her widely clamped open jaws. At the same time she was nodding her head, franticly, and sticking her tongue right out of her gaping mouth.

      “What are you trying to say, my dear?” Asked Claudia. “Are you saying that you are now prepared to do what I tell you?”

      The Slut, quickly, nodded her head.

      “Well, that’s good to know, Sweetheart.” Replied the Holy Mother, smiling sweetly. “But first I’m going to finish punishing these great udders of yours. Because, as I told you, earlier, anything I do to these, doesn’t count.”

      And, closely watching the beautiful girl’s, horrified face as she again started to scream, Claudia took the Slut’s big nipple in the pliers steel jaws and, forcefully, crushed it flat.

      “Geeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!” Sofia’s shriek once again filled the Great Hall, as the giggling Claudia squeezed, twisted and stretched her big mashed and bleeding nipple.

     After some moments of this amusing abuse, Claudia released the screaming girl’s injured dug and held it up so that Clemantine and Rosa could get good Holo shots of it throbbing and swelling up.

      The four Nuns watched, leering, while both Sofia’s injured nipples swelled up like purple Billiard Balls, with trails of blood trickling down her shuddering body.

      “Bring our two Sluts here.” The Reverent Lady ordered, and Clair and Celia were placed to stand right in front of the loudly crying girl.

      “Now, you both saw what happened when this whore would not obey my order?” The Reverent Mother asked her two horrified Sex Slaves, with a hard look and wave of her pliers. “Right, then, baring that in mind, I want you Sluts to each take one of her udders and suck the nipple in your mouths as hard as you can.”

      With another quick look at the girl’s hugely swollen teats, the two Slaves each gripped one of the weeping Sofia’s aching jugs tightly in both hands and, taking the throbbing nipples into their lovely mouths, sucked on them as hard as they could.

      “That’s the way.” Said a pleased Claudia, running her hand over her Sister-in-law’s big bare arse. “I just know you’ll be good girls from now on.”

      When the women started sucking her injured tits, Sofia started screaming with pain.

      “Now I want you to chew on those stalks as if you were chewing toffee.” Claudia instructed the two naked women. “Don’t be shy. Bite down on those dugs with your sharp little teeth. Go on. Chew hard.”

      Fearful of the Holy Mother’s rage, both Celia and Clair bit and chewed hard, on the screaming girl’s badly swollen dugs and drinking down mouthfuls of her blood while they did so.

      The shrieking Sofia was clearly in a lot of pain from this amusing treatment, and the audience loved it. Laughing and jeering at the writhing Slut’s torment, they had begun to strip off their clothing and grope one another, lewdly.

      “Gloria, darling, pump on her tickler and bring her off while our Sluts are gnawing on her udders.” The beautiful, half naked Nun told her friend. “And Quintus, my pet. I see that your prick is ready for action. Slip on one of those prickly metal Cock-Sleeves and get behind her and ram it up her bum, that should make the Slut wake up and take notice.  

      Suiting action to words, Sister Gloria slipped her hand down to Sofia’s cunt and, gripping her bloated clitoris with fingers and thumb, she started vigorously masturbating the shrieking Slut.

      Quintus, taking a metal Cock-Sleeve from a near by table,  pulled the spiky six inch sheath over his twelve inch shaft until it fitted, snugly around his prick’s broad shoulders and just under the flange of his throbbing knob. Walking to the back of the loudly screaming woman, he waited while Sister Rosa undid the chain that ran from the screaming girl’s neck to ankles and threw it to one side. Then dropping to her knees and holding Sofia’s arsecheeks apart, the giggling Nun licked the girl’s arsehole to lubricate his way. Sister Clemantine gripped his prick and placed its bloated red knob, to the slippery ring. Gripping the screaming girl, firmly, by her hips, the bony old Lecher bent his knees and rammed his full length, deep into her bowels with one thrust.

      The Condemned girl’s shriek rose to its highest pitch and she warbled like a Soprano, as the prickly sleeve around his shaft, skinned the soft lining of her turdtube as he sank it into her shit.

      To every ones delight, but the girl’s, Sofia was now presenting a very pretty picture. Tightly held between Clemantine and Rosa, having her crushed nipples chewed and gnawed by Celia and Clair,

being vigorously masturbated by Gloria and, at the same time, having her turdtube violently reamed by the furious buggering Quintus was giving her; she made a very funny spectacle. Jeerers and laughter filled the Great Hall as the audience, gleefully, cheered them on.

      Thus went on this obscene act of cruel, violent group sex, for some ten minuets or more. Then the screaming raped Slut gave out one louder shriek, and slumped, spurting her cream, in the arms of her rapists.

      Quintus, holding in his spunk, withdrew his reeking, shit smeared prick from the girl’s greasy arsehole with a loud “Plop!” and displaying its steaming length to the admiring ladies in the crowd, he retained it’s spiky metal cock sheath for future use.

      Waving back her assistants, Claudia approached the loudly moaning girl and spoke to her with a chuckle.

      “Right, we’ll try again, young lady.” She leered. “Put out your tongue, please.”

      This time the sobbing Sofia stuck her soft pink tongue, slowly, out from her widely, clamped open mouth.

      “Now, Slut!” The Reverent Mother snarled at the trembling young woman, while showing her the steel clamp. “Pull that tongue in and you’ll really see what will happen when I’m pissed off!”

      Claudia opened the clamp’s sharp toothed jaws, placed them carefully, over the trembling, weeping girl’s out thrust tongue, smiled a sweet smile at her victim and closed the vicious jaws, with a savage “SNAP!”

      “GAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!” Sofia’s loud shriek of agony, again filled the Great Hall as, with little steps,  hopping frantically from one foot to the other trying to stamp her pretty hobbled feet, she thrashed her head, violently, back and fore, trying to shake off the evil clamp that bit so cruelly into the soft meat of her tongue.

      “GAAA. GAAA. GAAA. GAAA. AAA. AA.” She cried, bitterly, tears flowing down her Make-Up smeared cheeks and trying to get some garbled, begging words, out of her stretched open jaws. Every one agreed it was a very funny show, and the laughter rang through the hall.

      The four Nuns manoeuvred the weeping girl to a spot in the hall that was directly under a roof girder, twelve feet or so from where one of the Great Hall’s main pillar supports stood. The thin wire attached to the girl’s tongue clamp stretched up to the roof  girder and ran through a wheeled runner before sloping down to be attached to a winch set into the pillar.

      Sister Gloria moved to the winch and switched it on. As the low hum of a motor could be just heard through the hall, so Gloria signalled to the two Nun’s still holding the moaning girl, to release her and let her stand alone. Sill with her arms strapped behind her back and her pretty feet hobbled closely together, Sofia was left standing alone. She wobbled a little but soon regained her balance and, her lovely body racked with sobs, the condemned girl fearfully awaited her next ordeal. She didn’t have to wait long.

      The Holy Mother moved close to her pain racked victim and signalled Gloria to take up the slack on the wire.

       The crowed grew quiet and very soon the thin wire which ran loosely from the winch, up to the pulley and then back down to the girl’s steel toothed tongue clamp, began to tighten.

      On feeling this, the girl started to become alarmed.

     “Carefully now, darling.” The Reverent Mother called to Gloria, with her hand raised for caution. “Just tighten things up a bit.”

      Gloria tightened the wire until it was just pulling on Sofia’s swollen tongue.

      “Gnnaaag!” Screamed the girl who, with her lovely head thrown back and her tearful brown eyes looking straight up to the ceiling, now stood directly under the pulley.

      “Just take the strain a little bit more, Sweetheart.” Said Claudia, with a giggle.

      At just a touch on the winch Sofia started to panic.

      “GNNNAAAG! GNNAAAG! GNN! GNN! GNNNNAAAAAG!” She tried to call out, as all could see her purple tongue stretch out of her gaping mouth and pull upwards to the ceiling.

      “That’s good.” Laughed Claudia, with delight. “Give her a little more.”

      “GNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAGGH!” Yelled the terrified Sofia as, with her tongue pulling even more out of her mouth, she leapt up on to the tips of her pretty toes to try and relieve the strain.

      Now every one in the Slaughter House was laughing at the poor Slut’s plight. Even Clair had to giggle. Only Celia looked concerned.

     “Right, darling.” Holy Mother laughed with glee. “Just a touch more.”

     Laughing in delight, the cruel Sister Gloria give another touch to the button.

      “GNNNNNNUUUUUUGGHH! GNNNNUUUUUUUUHHG! GNNUUUUUUUUUGGGGHH!” Sofia tried to shriek, and stiffened her shapely legs to try to get a little more height up on her toes and every one there clearly saw her purple tongue stretch, alarmingly, as it was pulled out of her gaping mouth.

      The Holy Mother walked around the hanging girl, to study her lovely body, as did Sisters Clemantine and Rosa, who scuttled around taking the best close-ups that would delight the vast majority of people in the world.

      Sofia hung in a straight, stiffened line, from the tort wire strung from the ceiling, right down through her alarmingly stretched tongue which, like her beautiful, haggard face, pointed straight up to the pulley, down through the line of her stretched and slender neck, right down through her lovely body, pulled tighter than a bow-string, down her stiffened legs, right through to her pretty toe tips. She was a delicious sight.

      Reverent Mother waved away her two assistants and, running her warm hands over the condemned girl’s, beautiful, sweat-soaked, shuddering body, began explaining to Sofia, the things she would do to her next.

      “My dear.” She crooned, in an intimate, friendly way, into the girl’s ear. “You have to have eight hundred strokes of the cane applied to your parts. So we are going to start your thrashing next.”

      On hearing this, Sofia started to wale and sob.

      Then, Sister Gloria walked back onto the brightly lit set with six custom built, sprung-steel thrashing rods. These rods were four feet long, with a nine inch leather bound handle at one end and tapered from three quarters of an inch at the handle to three eighths of an inch at the tip. The big Nun gave Claudia and their two colleagues a rod each and placed the remaining two onto the near by table.

      All four Nuns were delighted with their vicious thrashers and Holy Mother paid particular attention to describing the implement, in detail, to the sobbing, terrified young woman, and even held it up above her tearful eyes so she could see it for herself.

      Then Sister Rosa stooped down and removed the short chain that had been hobbling Sofia’s ankles and placed it on the table.

      “Right, my dear.” The Reverent Mother continued to explain to her frightened victim in a voice every one in the Great Hall could hear. “We will begin your flogging with two hundred heavy cuts across your fat arse. But first, we will tenderise your arsecheeks with a hard paddling.”

      The paddle was three feet long, five inches wide and half an inch thick. It was made of hard wood which had been polished like glass over years of use and loving handling.

      Sister Gloria took up this evil implement as she was the biggest and strongest of the Nuns. The plump Nun opened an attachment at both shoulders of her habit and, uncoupling her sleeves, threw them aside, so that nothing would get in the way of her hardest strokes.  First she stood to the right of Sofia, who fond it almost impossible to actually see anyone, as she was stretched so tight. Still standing stiff legged and right up on her tip toes, she was frightened to move as, if she relaxed her legs and lowered her heels to the ground her own weight might tear her stretched and bleeding tongue right out of her head. As it was, the only part of her gorgeous naked body she could move was her fingers. These she kept clenching, spasmodically, as she tried to hold her uncomfortable position, while staring straight up along the wire that held the clamp that threatened to rip her stretched and elongated tongue right out of her throat.

      Gloria glanced at Claudia, who smiled, cruelly, and nodded her head. The big Nun raised her bare, powerful arms high in the air and holding the paddle by its long handle in both her strong hands she summoned all her considerable strength and brought the polished paddle down with a mighty “Thwack” across both Sofia’s big thrusting, purple, swollen, udders and splatted both her swollen, bleeding nipples, flat.

      “GNNEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” The condemned woman bellowed and, kicking her legs off the floor, she hung for one exciting moment in mid-air, supported only by her alarmingly stretched tongue. Then, in reaction, a steaming, amber fluid, jetted forcefully from her cuntcrack, as the stupid Slut pissed herself in fear.

      “YEEEEEESSSSSSS!” Yelled the delighted audience at the comical sight. “Again! Again! Again!”

      “SPLAT!” Went the vicious paddle a second time, and once more Sofia tried to kick up her legs and again, to the mob’s delight, the Slut was left peddling the air hanging only by her tongue, which was now stretched five or six inches out of her mouth.                                  

      The cruel laughter of the four Nuns and Quintus joined that of the yelling audience as they all watched gleefully as the condemned girl frantically tried to regain her toes grip on the floor.

      “Just look at the length of her tongue!” Cried Claudia pointing to the swinging Slut’s bulging lips. “She’ll be able to get a job as a Cunt-lapper in that brothel she’s going to.”

      While everyone was laughing Sister Gloria walked around behind the tort, quivering, body of the hanging Sofia and looked down, lecherously, at her beautiful, fat, round bum. Moving her plump, powerful body close to that of the sobbing, weeping young woman, the big Nun, resting the cruel paddle on her shoulder, dropped her right arm down and, cupping a firm, round jutting bumcheek in her large hand, ran it over the beautiful, globe-like contours and squeezed the firm warm flesh in her fingers. Then, when her colleagues had come around to watch her work, she raised her heavy hand and brought it down with a hard ‘SLAP!’ on the condemned’s full buttock.

      “GNNNAAAAH!” Sofia yelled at the sudden new pain.

      “You had better start softening her meat up properly, darling.” Giggled the Reverent Mother. “Eight hundred cuts will take some time.”

      And they all watched, eagerly, as Gloria stepped back, gripped the paddle in her strong hands, measured out her distance from her lovely target, and brought the wooden blade swishing round with a mighty SPLAT! The paddle’s blade landed hard across both the condemned girl’s big, round buttocks. This time as the paddle hit her rounded flesh, she leapt foreword, thrusting her hips away from the searing pain and, as her toes left the floor, she was again left hanging by her blackened tongue while her pretty feet danced in the air.

      “GNNNNAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Again came the loud, choked yell from the unfortunate Sofia, as the plump, firm flesh of her shuddering buttocks, first turned bloodless white, then, while the boiling hot pain flooded through her swelling bumcheeks, a blood red glow blossomed and spread over the blistering skin of her lovely arse.   

      SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Again and again and again Gloria slapped that cruel paddle with all her force against Sofia’s burning red arsecheeks.

      “I think you’ve tenderised her meat enough for now, darling.” Laughed Claudia. “Take up your steel cane and we’ll get on with the real job at hand.”

      Gloria exchanged the paddle for one of the terrible steel rods and gave it a couple of trial swipes through the air.

      “Oh, yes!” The big Nun cried. “Now we’ll make her sing.”

      This time both Gloria and Claudia took up positions behind the bitterly crying Slut, who was again, trying to maintain her perilous tip-toe position.

      “Are you ready, Slut?” Asked the Holy Mother, with a leer. “Well, hold tight. We’re going to begin.”

      And with a nod to Gloria, Claudia raised her cane high and brought it whipping down across Sofia’s hot, red arse.

      Ssssswwish. CRACK!

      “AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGH!” Shrieked the young Slut.

      Before the searing pain across her big boiling bum could diminish……

      Ssssswwish. CRACK! Went Gloria’s cane and……

      “GGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” Sang out the screaming Sofia, dancing around on her wire.

      Sssssswwish. CRACK! Came the sound of Claudia’s cane, as it cut across the condemned girl’s boiling, blistering buttocks.

      “AAAAAGGGGH! AAAGGH! AAGH!” Sofia screamed and sobbed and cried. But it made no difference. Holy Mother and Sister Gloria, laughing to each other and alternating the vicious strokes of their canes, continued the girl’s terrible punishment with mounting  relish, until her blistered skin stood out in thick, purple welts and her blood dripped and splattered at every vicious cut and she danced about on her wire like a fish on a line.

      Clair laughed along with everyone else at the comical sight, and cursed the ‘Chastity Girdle’ she had been forced to wear as it was stopping her ‘diddling’ her big, new tickler. The virgin had been getting more and more horny since she had been enhanced. She now wished they would hurry up and have her raped and get it over with. She looked at the choking, red faced, weeping girl, who was still bouncing around on her pretty toes and thought ‘I bet I could make her shriek if I were given the chance’.

      Just then Mother Superior signalled a halt and both Nuns stopped the flogging.

     “Sister Clemantine, tighten the wire a little bit, her tongue seems to have stretched and loosened it a little.”

      Hurrying, Clemantine lifted the squealing Slut a little so she could just get her toes to the floor again. And Gloria, sweat dripping from her big nipples, was standing  ready behind the crying girl, with her sprung-steel cane raised high in her strong right hand, eager to start the flogging again. The Reverent Mother was sweating too. To give herself a freer swing, she removed her sleeves and threw them aside. Now, bare armed as well as being bare arsed, she returned to her place behind the hanging girl.

      “Sister Gloria? Are you ready?” Called out the Mother Superior, winking salaciously at her lover. “The official counter says we have given the Slut 60 strokes. So to finish this stage of her punishment she has to get another 140 hard strokes across her fat arse. We will continue…… Now!”

      Ssssswish CRACK! Went Claudia’s stroke.

      “GAAAAAAAAAGGGGH!” Screamed Sofia.

       “61.” Called Quintus, counting the strokes.

      Sssswish. CRACK! Went Gloria’s stroke.

      “GEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Went the hanging Slut.

      “62” Counted Quintus.

     Sssssswish. CRACK!

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUG!” Sofia’s scream gargled from her throat. 

     “63” Shouted Quintus.

     Sssssswish! Sssssswish! Sssssswish! Sssssswish! Went Claudia’s and Gloria’s powerful arms as they swung the cruel steel rods, as hard as they could, against Sofia’s big, round, leaping buttocks, again and again and again, while the condemned girl’s shrieks drowned out the delighted cheers of the crowd.

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Went the two rods cutting into the condemned girl’s writhing red bum.

      The girl shrieked out after each cut, and her blood spattered and splashed over Claudia’s and Gloria’s, naked, white thighs, as Quintus continued to count out the number of each stroke.

      “130! 131! 132! 133!” He droned on, licking his lips with glee, at their harsh treatment of the hanging Slut.

      Ssssswish. CRACK! Went a vicious cut from Claudia.

      “AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH! OHHH, GOG! CLEASE GO!”

     Shrieked the condemned young Woman, still trying to plead for mercy around her swollen tongue. But no mercy was given.

      Sssssswish. Sssssswish. Sssssswish.

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

      “NNAAAAAHHH! OOOOOOHH! AAAAAAAAGGGGH!” Sofia screamed in response. Until…..

      “200!” Called Quintus.

       Both the older Nuns dropped their arms and turned to the cheering audience and acknowledged the applause.

      “Thank you. Thank you, my friends.” Called Claudia to the crowd. “I can see that you are enjoying our Punishment Extravaganza, as you are really getting it on. Every one of you are benefiting from the pleasure of a stiff cock. Weather you are using one, or you are having one, or more, used on you. Anyhow, that’s just as we ‘Brides of the Emperor’ like to see it.”

      At the mention of the Emperor, another great roar went up from the crowd.

      “Thank you, good people.” The Holy Mother continued, beaming her delight at being one of the most famous and loved Celebrities in the Empire. “I’ve got surprise guests with us here today. The couple, without whom this entertainment would not have been seen here in the first place. Gentlemen and Ladies, let me introduce to you to Antonio Vicious and his beautiful young Wife Clitia. The Ex Master and Mistress of this miserable Slut who is our subject here to day. The man who charged the Bitch before the Empire Judges. Gentlemen and Ladies, Antonio and Clitia.

      To the applause of the ecstatic audience, on to the Slaughter House floor, walked a tall, powerful looking man, dark and handsome, who appeared to be in his early sixties and his pretty, buxom young Wife, who appeared to be in her twenties. Except for the jewellery worn be the Wife, they were both stark naked.

      “Let me welcome you both to our little comedy her today.” Continued Claudia, taking Antonio by his stiff prick that was standing straight up against his hard stomach muscles, and goosing his young Wife while leading them both to stand before the hanging Sofia. “What do you think of our handling of the Punishment so far?”

      “It’s wonderful.” Laughed Antonio, looking at his ex-Sex Slave with contempt.

      “Yes, it really is.” Giggled Clitia, also glaring, hatefully, at Sofia hanging before them. “But I’m sorry Reverent Mother I just must.”

     And hurrying foreword, she got hold of both the condemned girl’s dark blue, beaten breasts and squeezed and shook them mercilessly, digging her long painted nails deep into the Slut’s swollen, and bruised flesh.

       “AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Screamed the defenceless Slut, dancing about on her wire.

      “Sorry about that, but I’ve been enjoying her pain so much that I just couldn’t resist it.” Giggled Clitia with relish, as she released the girl’s badly swollen udders. “Anyway, you are going to cut them off her later, aren’t you?”

      “That’s right, darling.” Answered Claudia, laughing at the young woman’s obvious gleeful enthusiasm at Sofia’s predicament. “But we are going to do so many nasty things to her before that. Perhaps you would both like to sit right next to her and get a first class view of proceedings.”

        “Oooooo! That would be lovely.” Gushed Clitia, as she and her husband sat down on a sofa that had been carried out on the floor near where the bedraggled Slut was hanging.

      “Are you both comfortable?” Claudia asked the pair as they sat down. “Watch carefully now. We are going to have a change next.”

      And, as Clemantine and Rosa pulled a heavy padded support frame onto the floor, Gloria began lowering Sofia down from her painful pose.

      As the tortured, naked girl stood on her two feet once again, and had the tongue clamp unclipped from the wire, she nearly fell, but was caught by Claudia and lead to the support frame and placed on it, on her back. The four Nuns quickly strapped her in the position they wanted her, with her lovely head protruding over the backend of the padded top, a strap across her shoulders, and another strap across her belly, leaving her badly injured arse, jutting out over the other end. Both her hands were secured to the sides of the frame. Then Sister Clemantine pulled the weeping girl’s head right back and Sister Rosa rapped a frame strap around her forehead and tightened it in place, so the condemned’s head was fixed tightly in position and her exposed throat was held in a straight line from her protruding, black and swollen tongue, with clamp still attached, to her big dark blue, swollen breasts, which quivered like black current jellies on her heaving chest.

      “Yes, girls. That seems about right.” The Holy Mother said, standing back and considering the condemned young woman’s defenceless body. “Now, Clemantine and Rosa, you two take her by her ankles and lift her legs up in the air.”

      The two younger Nuns, hurriedly, did as they were bid.

      “Next, pull her legs right back over her head, and then pull her feet as wide apart as you can get them.” Claudia instructed, and watched with interest while her orders were carried out.

      From the end of the frame that supported the condemned girl’s strapped head, rose two metal posts that bent away from the sides of the frame at a 90 degree angle and rose to a height of four feet off the floor.

      “That’s it.” Claudia continued. “Now clip her ankle straps to the ends of the posts.”

      When the Nuns had finished with her, Sofia was strapped down on the frame, with her shapely legs pulled right back and spread wide open. So far had they forced back and spread open her legs, that her round and swollen arse was lifted up and suspended in the air, so that all there could admire the damage her punishment had inflicted upon it.

      “Would you like to inspect the damage, my friends?” Claudia asked Antonio and Clitia. Both jumped up and eagerly joined the Nuns and Quintus who were bent over and closely examining the crying Sofia’s badly swollen and welted bum.

      “Oooooo! It looks like it has been roasted.” Laughed Clitia, spitefully running her nails over the raw and welted flesh and making the girl gasp and squeal. “What are you going to do to her next, Reverent Mother?”   

      “Well, you see all this white, unblemished flesh.” Claudia answered; running her hand over the condemned’s full fleshed, soft inner-thighs and smacking the girl’s plump bald cunt, hard, with her fingers. “We’ll start with these lovely soft inner-thighs, 100 strokes on each, to begin. And then we’ll move on to another lovely part of her body.”

      Antonio and Clitia moved back to the sofa and watched eagerly as Gloria and the two younger Nuns sorted through the cruel implements they would soon be using on the condemned girl. Claudia stood before the top end of the frame and looked down on the sobbing girl’s pretty, up side down, tearstained face, with its smudged lipstick and her full, trembling lips pushed apart by her protruding, bruised and swollen tongue, still gripped hard with the nasty little steel clamp.

      “We will be starting the next stage of your punishment very soon, Sweetheart.” The Holy Mother said, leering down at the bitterly crying woman’s lovely pain racked face and gloating over her beautiful naked body, laying there so open and defenceless before her. “Those soft inner-thighs first. 100 cane strokes each. And then I’ll get round to that plump and chubby cunt of yours.”

      With this the Holy Mother walked around to were the girl’s groin was pulled up into the air.    

      She dropped her hand down and, cupping Sofia’s fat bald cunt in her hand, she slipped her frigging finger into the weeping girl’s wet crack.

      “My! But you really are sopping, Sweetheart.” The Mother Superior chuckled, holding her thickly coated, cream covered fingers up before the humiliated girl’s big tearful eyes. Seeing the shame that filled those eyes Claudia held her fingers under Sofia’s nose so she could smell her own lust then, when she saw the self disgust in those same eyes, the delighted lady wiped the thick white cream off her finger and over the girl’s protruding tongue and lips.

      Claudia became aware that Sister Gloria was at her side.

      “Shall I give these soft thighs a polishing with the paddle, Holy Mother?” Gloria asked, with enthusiasm.

      “Yes, darling.” Claudia answered. “Pay most attention to those little mounds of soft flesh, just at the top of her inner thigh, near her cunt. She’s really tender there.”

      “My pleasure, Holy Mother.” replied the big Sister. “That’ll make her ‘hit the high notes’ if anything will.”

      Claudia moved to allow Gloria take up position in front of the terrified young woman’s cunt. Gloria leered down at her victim and waved the paddle before her eyes.

      “Oh, gear Gog!” The shaking girl cried out, with difficulty. “No more. No more. ‘lease. No more.”

      “Oh, yes.” Gloria laughed cruelly. “Lots more. Lots and lots more.”

      And lifting the paddle high, the powerful woman brought the cruel blade, whistling down with all her force upon Sofia’s tender inner thigh.

      WAPP!

      “NEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!” Sofia shrieked and her sweat coated body bucked violently against her straps.

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