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Shadowheart shivered as cool air licked at her exposed skin. Shifting a hand to cover her bare breasts, her cheeks burned with shame as the Mother Superior towered over them, the harsh lines of disappointment etched deep into her dark face. The three students had been ordered to strip and pile their garments to the side of their respective punishment pillories.
Pillory wasn’t quite the right word for it, Shadowheart mused, her mind wandering as she shifted her thoughts from the coming pain. Four waist high and torso length planks jutted from the wall, each supported in the center by a thick, sturdy wooden pole secured to the stone floor with heavy iron brackets. Iron wrist shackles dangled menacingly on either side of the poles. Several feet above the row of planks, a long wooden beam sat bolted to the wall. Attached to the beam at each station were two more iron shackles set more than shoulder distance apart.
To her right stood a young, blond high-elf with slender legs and wide hips. Her graceful pale hands covered her mound from view as she silently sobbed. Full breasts with puffy, rose-colored nipples jiggled luridly with every sob. Shadowheart could not recall her name.
Frowning, she turned her attention to the male to her left. He was a young drow with long white hair and startling red eyes. Curiously, he stood still, his hands clasped in fists at his sides. Over ample testicles hung his soft cock, the pink head barely protruding from his dusky foreskin. Shadowheart had always wondered what color a drow’s cock was, though these were not the circumstances under which she had wished to find out.
“Are you listening?” the Mother Superior’s sharp tongue snapped the half-elf back to the woman before her. “If I repeat myself, the punishment will be doubled.”
Adrenaline surged in Shadowheart’s veins as she moved to obey a command she had not heard. Glancing frantically to her left and right, she watched as her fellow students scrambled up onto the planks, sitting on the edge before laying back. Following suit, she hoisted herself up onto the center station. Looking behind her with confusion, she wondered how she was supposed to fit. The plank was far too short to support her laying down.
As she pondered her predicament, three masked novices stepped past the Mother Superior and approached. Wordlessly, the Novice placed his cold hand on her naked shoulder and pushed her down onto the plank. Red hot shame bloomed across her face as her hands flailed backwards to catch herself, leaving her breasts exposed. The Novice paid her shame no heed as he pressed her spine to the unforgiving wood. Curling her legs up awkwardly to shield her sex, Shadowheart let out a small whimper as the Novice pressed down harshly on her shoulder, pinning her in place as he grasped her thin wrist.
The muscles in her arm strained as the Novice stretched her arm down behind her, clasping her wrist within the cold iron shackle on the support pole below. Rounding the plank, the Novice moved to the other side and repeated the same with her other wrist.
Shadowheart groaned in discomfort as she lay awkwardly on the plank, the back of her skull pressed up against the wall and her chin pinned to her chest. Pulling on the restraints, she found it impossible to move her arms more than a few inches in any direction, and the angle they were set at meant she would be unable to lift her torso.
The Novice placed a hand on her knees, still tucked up toward her chest with her ankles crossed and pushed them away from her body. Eyes stinging from the shame, Shadowheart choked out a sob as a wide leather strap was brought up from below and secured tightly over her stomach with a large metal buckle, binding her to the wooden protrusion.
“No, please,” she choked out as the Novice’s hand grabbed her leg, roughly yanking her ankle up to one of the iron clasps fixed to the beam above. “I’ll be good! I promise!”
“It’s far too late for that, girl,” the Mother Superior sneered at her.
Yanking furiously at her wrist bindings, she kicked out with her free leg. Quick hands caught her ankle as the Novice who had secured the drow turned to assist. By the time they were done, both ankles were bound tightly to the beam on the wall above her head, forcing her legs wide and her ass to lift off the plank. In this position, her asshole and pussy were on display to the world, and there was no amount of thrashing that would change it.
Gulping down air through sobs, she looked to the elf on her right. The girl was bound in the same way, her pussy and ass served up to any who stood before her, arms bound down and behind her back, chin pressed to her chest, and legs clamped to the wall. Crying, the girl shook her arms in their bindings and twisted at the waist, trying in vain to break free.
The drow to her left faired no better, though he lay calmly in his restraints, resigned to his fate. Shadowheart wondered what he had experienced in the Underdark to make him so complacent. Of course, like anyone else, she had heard stories of the cruel matrons of Menzoberranzan, and there were wild rumors about Viconia herself, but she had given little thought to what they meant.
Stepping back from the pillories, the Novices retreated behind the Mother Superior and stood at attention, their eyes obscured by Justiciar masks.
The Mother Superior stepped forward, her hands clasped at the small of her back, and walked slowly down the row of captives, glaring down with her disapproving scowl. Stopping at the elf girl, she pulled two black leather gloves from a pocket and stretched them over her long, graceful fingers.
“You have been accused of self-pleasure in the night by your peers. What have you to say for yourself?” she asked the high-elf.
“I-I didn’t d-d-do it!” the girl stammered, her legs shaking in their bindings.
Frowning, the Mother Superior approached the elf’s displayed sex. What might have been described as a perfectly curved and plump mound was interrupted only by the protrusion of an overly large, deep pink clitoris at the top, at which the Mother Superior deepened her frown. Placing the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the girl’s labia, she spread her lips wide, exposing the delicate pink flesh inside. With her right hand, the Mother Superior prodded at the girl’s folds, causing her to wail even louder. Forcefully, she inserted two black gloved fingers into the hole and spread them in a v, twisting from side to side.
Shadowheart watched in horror as the girl twisted and moaned in discomfort before the Mother Superior withdrew her hand. Still holding the labia wide with her left hand, she pinched the girl’s unfortunately large bundle of nerves between and twisted it from side to side, eliciting another shriek.
“Liar,” she spit at the bound elf, holding up her wet fingers. The girl squealed and sobbed harder as the Mother Superior wiped her fingers clean and moved to stand in from of Shadowheart.
“And what have you to say for yourself?” she glared down at the half-elf between her spread thighs. Shadowheart swallowed hard and pulled once more on her bindings.
“I didn’t mean to,” she whimpered.
Creasing her brow, the Mother Superior placed her cold hand on Shadowheart’s lower lips and pried them wide. Her own mound was a plump curve without the rude protrusion of an oversized bud. Yelping in discomfort, she twisted in her bonds as two gloved fingers were forcibly inserted into her hole with little warning. The still present slick from her nocturnal activities eased the way, though the intrusion followed by wide scissoring of the fingers caused a great deal of discomfort. Removing her hand and rubbing the slick between her fingers, the Mother Superior frowned.
“More lies,” she said darkly. Wiping her fingers, she moved to the drow.
Turning her head, Shadowheart watched as the drow averted his eyes obediently, the Mother Superior standing tall in front of him. He swallowed hard, and though he tried to hide his nervousness, Shadowheart could see the slight tremble in his legs.
The Mother Superior, once a priestess of Lolth herself, knew the affect she had on the trembling male. In Menzoberranzan such a blatant act of defiance might have earned him a slow and painful death. But this was not Menzoberranzan, and she was no longer a priestess of Lolth. She was a devote of Shar and would abide by her law.
He flinched as she wrapped her black gloved hand around his flaccid cock and pulled it toward her. Slowly, she inspected his member, turning it from side to side and peeling back the foreskin. The male grimaced in shame as his cock began to fill with blood. Holding back a smirk, the Mother Superior formed the tips of her fingers into a circle and lightly twisted them along the sensitive ridge of his darkening glans.
Shadowheart watched, transfixed, as the drow’s cock quickly hardened into a full erection under the Mother Superior’s ministrations. As the woman teased the now dark pink tip, a clear bead of pre-cum formed at his slit and dribbled down the side of his organ.
“And from you, jaluk,” she sneered, sliding her hand down his shaft and curling her fingers around the base of his scrotum. “I suppose I should have kept my expectations low.”
The drow grunted as she tightened her grip around his scrotum, pulling his testicles into a tight ball at the end of his sack. Tears streamed from his eyes as she ran the tips of her fingers over the shiny purple skin. With her thumb and forefinger, she trapped one globe between her fingers and squeezed slowly until she met resistance. The drow groaned loudly as his legs shook in their bonds. Releasing his testicle, she moved to the other and squeezed, holding it under pressure longer.
Pulling on his arm restraints, the drow gasped and groaned as the Mother Superior held him in her grip. The longer he remained trapped in her fingers, the harder he pulled. Once he was thrashing, she released his testicle from her grip and let his sack drop. Shuddering, the male sobbed silently as she returned to her place in front of the three.
“The punishment is clear. Since you have all been found guilty of self-pleasure, you are to be figged and caned. Afterward, punishment ointment will be applied, and you will be kept in the stocks for use until I believe your lesson has been learned.”
Shadowheart’s stomach lurched at the declaration. She had never been punished in such a manner. Always an obedient and studious pupil, she had served as a devoted follower of Shar with every breath. To be punished and set out for public use has always been a fate for inferior devotees.
Turning her back to the three, the Mother Superior walked to a wooden cabinet on the wall and threw open the heavy doors. Inside the cabinet sat an array of wooden canes of varying length, width, and flex.
The elf to her right cried loudly and rattled her bonds as the drow to her right lay still, tears dripping from his pretty white lashes. Shadowheart steeled herself, pushing back against the rising panic as the sound of the Mother Superior testing the implements of their punishment reached her ear.
Whishh… Crack… Shhhhh… Snap…
Once she had found a satisfactory cane, the Mother Superior returned to her subjects, rod in hand.
“Let us hope that this lesson is not lost on your thick, disobedient skulls.”