The Sisterhood of Spite

  The Sisterhood of Spite.

 

  Chapter 9. The Orgy of Pain and B.B.Q. Feast.

 

      When the two Nuns had finished strapping the crying, sobbing girl to the steel bench, with her hugely swollen purple breasts laid out, neatly, before her, Sister Gloria, excitedly, donned a colourful pair of oven gloves. Moving to a side table she lifted a deep, square, stainless steel cooking pan with its own heater in its base and carried it to the frame.

      “Show the dirty Slut what you have for her, Sister.” Claudia leered, as she placed her bare arm around the naked, tortured girl’s shoulders.

      Sister Gloria held the, obviously, very hot pan so that the terrified girl could look into it.

      The horrified Sofia looked into the pan and saw four litres of boiling oil, bubbling and spiting, noisily, within.

      “HOOOOO! SWEET GOD! NOOOO!” The condemned Slut shrieked loudly, at the sight. “NO! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! NO! NOOO!”

      Giggling, Claudia walked around to the shrieking girl’s front and, taking two nipple pincers from Sister Rosa, she gripped both of the hysterical Slut’s mangled nipples in their cruel jaws and, squeezing tightly, lifted both big swollen jugs up off the steel worktop.

      With a spluttering wet farting sound the shrieking Sofia, again, lost control of her bowels.

      “Before we continue.” Laughed the Holy Mother, still holding the helplessly struggling girl’s huge jugs up off the worktop. “Quintus, my love. Would you be a Sweetie and put on a very spiky prick collar and plug this dirty Bitch’s arsehole for us. There’s a good boy.”

      And quickly, the skinny Senator slipped a nasty, spiked, prick collar over his twelve inch cock and, mounting the screaming girl from behind, thrust his bloated shaft into her shitty anus and filled her bleeding rectum with his cruel plug.

      “Thank you, daring.” The Abbess giggled, as her decrepit lover worked his prickly shaft deeper into the shrieking Slut’s turdtube. “You’ll have a great view from there.”

      She took a stronger grip on the pincers.     

      “Right Sister Gloria.” Claudia said as she resumed her exciting labour of hate. “Just place that boiling oil under this Bitches big udders, darling, and we can get on with the cooking.”

      Grinning broadly, the big Nun placed the deep pan of bubbling, boiling oil, onto the steel worktop and carefully positioned it under the hysterical girl’s hugely swollen udders.

      Another silence fell over the sex rutting audience and nothing but the insane shrieking of the terrified Slut and the wild laughter of the women assistants, was herd throughout the Slaughter House.

      “Are you ready, Slut?” Claudia laughed, gleefully watching the shrieking girl’s terrified face as she spoke. “You are frying tonight!”

      And while her delighted companions writhed in orgasmic bliss, the Holy Mother, her cunt spurting her pleasure, slowly lowered the hysterically shrieking girl’s hugely swollen udders, into the bubbling, spiting, boiling oil.

      “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAA! EEEEEEEAA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAA!”

      The demented Slave girl threw back her head and shrieked loudly to the high ceiling of the Great Hall and her dishevelled hair, now white as snow, stood straight up on her head as her frying breasts spat and sizzled, snapped and crackled in the boiling oil. The demented girl’s sweat coated body bucked and jerked franticly in its straps. Her legs tried to kick, her feet yanking against their ankle straps, her pretty toes flexed back and shuddering in their rigidity. Her arms strained against their leather bindings and her hands flapped, their fingers clasping and clutching at the air. Her kicking legs tried to lift her clenching cunt up off the great shaft that impaled her, but the inflated ball that expanding her swollen belly as if she were pregnant held her down on the frame and, despite being plugged with Quintus fat shaft, shit spurted from her busted bumhole and coated the lecher’s dangling bollocks.

      Leering with glee, Claudia took up a long handled ladle and began basting the shrieking Slut’s huge udders with the boiling oil she scooped from the pan. While dipping the ladle into the bubbling oil the Holy Mother’s smouldering eyes moved quickly from the loudly screaming girl’s wide eyed, pain creased face, and back to her sizzling, crisping udders with the browning skin cracking and their juices and melting fat running out into the bubbling, boiling oil.

      All of the Holy Mother’s party, with the one exception of the shuddering, weeping Celia, who crouched some distance away from the main group, with her eyes closed and her hands clasped over her ears, crowded around the cooking pan to take a good look at the frying meat. Clitia laughed and said to her husband how nice the two delicacies looked.

      “Gloria daring.” The Reverent Mother said to her lesbian lover. “Bring that silly Bitch of a Sister-in-law of mine over here and make sure she gets a good look at what we are cooking.”

      The big Nun moved to Celia’s side and, grabbing her by the hair, yanked the shocked, naked woman to her feet, frogmarched her to the worktop and forced her to look at the pan’s sizzling contents.

      The gentle woman took one look in the pan, her face turned ash grey and, reeling away from the vile atrocity, she vomited violently, over the floor.

      Satisfied with her Sister-in-law’s reaction, Claudia turned back to her cooking.

      “I think it’s about time we took them out and got on with the next stage.” She said to Gloria, while taking the two nipple pincers and again gripping the strapped, shrieking Slut’s crisping nipples and, with them, lifting the two huge, dripping, fried udders so that an ovengloved Sister Gloria could remove the hot pan and replace it with a stainless steel tray.

      As soon as the tray was in place, Claudia lowered the wild eyed shrieking woman’s fried udders, dripping and spurting boiling oil from their cracking skin, on to its clean cool surface.

     “You are looking pleased with your self.” The grinning Holy Lady said to a blissful looking Quintus, who was still pistoning his rigid length in and out of the hysterical girl’s bowels. “How does she feel, back there?”

      “Ho! Claudia. This is fucking bliss!” The scrawny naked Senator snarled, a wide lascivious smile on his face. “Her turdtube is clenching on my shaft and her bowels are sucking at my knob-end, with every shriek she gives. Fucking bliss!”   

      Laughing along with all the others in her vicious group, who were crowding around the hysterical condemned girl to try and get a better view, Claudia took up a blowtorch and lit it. She showed the fiery implement to the wild eyed, screaming woman and was delighted by her expression of horror.

      Adjusting the heat of the flame, a leering Claudia started playing it over the crisp golden brown skin of the well fried udders. The cooked skin started to crackle and snap and take on the look of pork crackling, as the burning flame started to roast the shrieking girl’s big, swollen udders.

      “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The girl’s shriek filled the Slaughter House, bringing howling jeers from the fucking crowd and peels of laughter from the excited women of the group.

      As the girl’s shriek reached its highest pitch, it cracked and died down to a hissing gasp. Claudia looked at Sofia’s grey, popeyed agonized face and saw that when the frantic girl tried to scream, her mouth gaped open, her stretched and swollen tongue protruded and quivered amusingly, but only a hiss was now heard.

      Giggling with delight, Claudia played the blowtorch over the hysterical girl’s big udders until the skin was burned, thick and bubbly. Then when she was satisfied that the crackling was cooked to perfection, she turned off the blowtorch and replaced it on the table.

      Next, with Gloria holding a large china plate ready, the Holy Lady started to peel the huge cooked udders. First, to every ones amusement except the girl’s, she took a nipple pincers and, gripping the nipple and stretching it away from the crisp breast, she cut off the nipple with a sharp scissors.

      The girl’s mouth opened wide, but no shriek was heard.

      Placing the crisped nipple carefully on the plate the Abbess gripped the second nipple with the pincers, stretched it away from its roast udder and cut it off and placed it on the plate with its partner. Then, using the pincers and her fingers, the Holy Mother peeled the roast crackling off both cooked joints, revealing  the huge, swollen, moist pink udders beneath, and prettily arranged the crunchy ‘tit-bits’ on the plate next to the roast nipples. Then, when the moist pink flesh of Sofia’s huge, well cooked udders was completely peeled, Claudia and Gloria took the silk covering of the strange machine on the end of the worktop and slid it along next to the franticly struggling girl. At this the Holy Lady turned to address the waiting crowd.

      “Gentlemen and Ladies.” She cried. “The machine you see here is a genuine antique, made in the year 1952. It is called a Bacon Slicer, and it was used to slice cooked meats.”

      A murmur of understanding rose from the spectators.

      “Yes.” Claudia laughed, walking to Sofia’s front again. “That’s just what we are going to use it for today.”

      Putting on the oven gloves, Claudia grasped the gasping girl’s hot pink udders and lifted them while Sister Gloria slid the plate of the Bacon Slicer under them.

      Placing the hot round udders onto the metal plate and pulling them closer to the razor shape circular blade, Claudia pulled down across the bases of the two breasts of the frantic, boggle eyed girl, a wicked, sharp spiked clamping bar, which bit deep into the flesh of the stretched out bases and firmly clamped the huge udders into place.

      “Right!” Claudia laughed, as she generously salted the flesh of the Medium Rare cooked udders and scrubbed it in with a wire brush, bringing more frantic struggling and loud hissing from the agonized girl. “Is every one ready? Hold on Quintus, I’m going to slice.”

       “Swisssssssssssssh”

      She turned the handle and the sharp circular blade hissed along on its rail and swiftly sliced both the rounded ends off the horrified silently shrieking girl’s two huge, cooked udders. As the blade passed back, everyone saw on the plate, two round, thinly sliced, discs of flesh, three inches diameter by three eighths of an inch thick.

      Picking the bleeding slices of tit meat up with a sharp two tined meat fork, Gloria placed them, neatly, on the plate with the nipples and other ‘tit-bits’.

      “Swisssssssssssssssh”

      Claudia turned the handle of the Slicer again and once more the sharp circular blade swished along its rail and cut two more, slightly bigger, bloody slices of tit meat from the frantic girl’s Medium Rare cooked udders.

      Sofia, desperately trying to scream and move her sliced jugs away from the horrifying atrocity that was happening right before her popping eyes, could only franticly tug against her bonds and pull on her clamped breast bases where the spiked toothed bar pinned them mercilessly, to the cruel machine, while at the same time Quintus, his red, sweating face twisted with lust, plunged his huge, stiff, shit-slicked prick, in and out of the bucking girl’s delightfully clenching turd-tube.

      “Swissssssssssssh. Swissssssssssssh. Swisssssssssssssh.

      Again, again and again, Claudia turned the little handle, and again and again and again the Meat Slicer slid smoothly back and fore on its rail, depositing on its metal tray, two neat rows of round, thinly sliced udder, cooked on the outer edge and bloody rare at the centre.

      When the machine had sliced half way through both the girl’s cooked udders and the slices were about eight inches diameter, like slices of boneless ham, the Abbess stopped turning the handle and, with her fork, Gloria carefully lifted both rows of cooked meat slices and arranged them, neatly, on the plate with the others.

      Now, with the two halves of cooked udders, still attached to Sofia’s chest, Mother Claudia and Sister Gloria leaned closer to the two roast joints to examine the inner flesh. Gloria jabbed the sharp tines of her fork a few times, into the outer layer of cooked flesh and brought anguished, if muted, squeals from the distraught throat of the tortured girl. But when the big Nun stabbed the long tines deep into the undercooked flesh at the centres of the roast udders, Sofia felt a pain like the probing of an exposed nerve in an abscessed tooth and gave out with one of her comical soundless shrieks. Amused with the girl’s reaction, Claudia, too, took up a meat fork and, with Gloria, both laughing women thrust the long, sharp, fork tines, deep into the bleeding meat at the, open centres of the bucking girl’s roast breasts.

      The agonized girl leapt, violently, in her bonds, her snow white hair stood straight up on her head, her jaws gaped wide, her long, stretched tongue, shot out of her mouth an alarming length and vibrated violently, while only a croaking hiss came from her throat. Every one thought this very amusing, so the two cruel Nuns repeated the exercise a number of times, while the delighted Quintus gripped his mount tight and pounded his great, spiked length, with hard thrusts, deep into the tortured woman’s convulsing bowels.

      Laughing wildly with the others in the hall, Mother Claudia put away the fork and moved again to the Slicer’s handle and began turning it again.

     Swisssssssssh. Swisssssssssh. Swisssssssssh. Swisssssssssh.

     The smoothly sliding circular blade recommenced its repetitious to’ing and froe’ing, back and fore, back and fore, back and fore. And while the frantic girl gazed, pop eyed, at the horrifying scene before her and sang out her terrible silent shrieks, so the neatly piled double row of thinly cut sliced cooked udder grew bigger and bigger and the bleeding mound of cooked ‘breast-on-the-chest’ grew smaller and smaller.

       Eventually Claudia stopped turning the handle and the circular blade stopped slicing tit. After Sister Gloria had arranged the two rows of sliced cooked udder on the plate with the others, she garnished them, prettily, with sprigs of Parsley. Now, all that was left of the Slut’s big udders were the two short lengths of stretched skin crushed under the clamping bar, burned on the machine side but still living flesh attached to the white haired girl’s heaving chest on the other.

      Examining the still living flesh on the trembling girl’s side of the clamping bar, Claudia took up a razor sharp butcher’s knife, curved like a crescent along the blade and, while Quintus and Sister Gloria pulled the petrified girl back away from the bar, the Abbess thrust the knife down between the bar and the girl’s chest and skilfully shaved what remained of the Slut’s breasts from her body.

      When the last strip of skin was cut free, Sister Gloria pulled the petrified girl’s body backwards, so she leaned back, gripped in the big Nun’s strong hands and the delighted embrace of the still thrusting Quintus. Her position now clearly showed the bright eyed, excited women that crowded around her, the two round bloody wounds on her pale skinned chest.

      While a zombie like Sofia was held firmly in Gloria’s and Quintus’s arms, Claudia took a glowing hot iron from the brazier and held it up to the crazed girl’s face so she could see it. At the hot end was a steel disc that was a little bigger diameter than the rigidly stiff girl’s bleeding wounds.

    “Here’s the hot iron that’s for you, you dirty Bitch.” The Holy Mother leered at the trembling girl. “I’ll just cauterise your wounds and then I’ll hand you over to the crowd. I hope your cunt and arsehole are good and sore, ready for the rapes you are going to get over the next few hours.”

      She looked at the scrawny Senator whose prick was still embedded in the shuddering girl’s bowels.

      “Hold on again, Quintus.” The Abbess laughed, as she lined up the hot iron with the girl’s bleeding wounds. “She’ll be jumping some more in a second.”

      And she pressed the hot branding iron, firmly, against the hole cut in the girl’s chest.

       SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH. The iron hissed and spit and steamed in the bloody gash, and the rigid girl, frothing at the mouth, bent backwards against Quintus and Gloria’s arms.

      “Oh! Fucking bliss!” Quintus shouted, thrusting his prickly collared shaft in and out of the shuddering girl’s bleeding, clenching anus.

      “Just one more.” Claudia gloated, as she placed the iron down on the table and picked another one from the fire. “Hold tight.”

      SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH. And the iron hissed and spit again and the steam rose from the cauterised wound.

      When she was satisfied that the girl’s wounds were fully cauterised, and Quintus had withdrawn his wilting, dripping, shit-coated, spike collared prick, Claudia and Gloria deflated the ball that had been inflated in their victim’s belly to hold her down. When the huge plastic ball had shrunk back to its dildo shape, the two Nuns drew the Slut’s stretched cunt up off the long shaft. On releasing her, Claudia called again for the cheval mirror and, holding the broken Slave upright between them, the two giggling women made the tortured girl look at the horrific changes they had made to her once beautiful body. Sofia eyes grew wide with horror and she would have collapsed to the floor if they hadn’t been holding her tightly. After they had shown her what they had done to her, they carried the sweat soaked, white haired, hysterical girl, and hung her between two upright posts with her arms and legs spread wide for easy access to both her holes and then the Holy Mother raised her hands for silence.

      “Gentlemen and Ladies.” She cried. “Today we’ve all seen Justice carried out and watched this Slut getting her just disserts. But it’s not over yet. Next year, when the Bitch has been healed and has a brand new set of udders, we’ll drag her back here and do the same thing to her again. In the meantime let me invite any one or more of you who want to come out here and take what ever pleasure you wish of this dirty Slut’s body, to feel free to do so”

      And, almost before the Holy Mother had stopped talking, a long queue of men and women had lined up from the audience to the hysterical Sofia, who was immediately mounted, back and front, by two men, who fucked and buggered her furiously.

       Sofas were brought out onto the floor near the raped girl and Claudia and her group sat gleefully watching the rapes while Sister Gloria brought around the big plate of cooked meat slices and delicate crackling, which all of the lecherous women ate with relish. Especially the virgin, Clair, who sat with Mother Claudia, while the Holy Lady, her feet up resting on the naked, grovelling Celia, fed her pieces of Sofia’s delicious fried udders.

      “Oh! Holy Mother.” Clair smiled at the Abbess as she chewed on a slice of cooked meat. “Mmm! She really tastes delicious.”

      “I agree with your little Pet, Holy Mother.” Chuckled Lady Clitia, stuffing a slice of roast udder into her pretty mouth. “Done to a turn, I’d say.”

      “Thank you, my dears.” Laughed Claudia, slipping another slice between Clair’s lips. “I’m glad you like her. Bon Appetite, girls.”

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