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The Cardinal's Cleansing
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Cardinal Gutierrez was a respected figure within his community. He had devoted his whole life to serve his church, God, and the people. However, under the surface Gutierrez hid a shameful truth. Millions of dollars taken from the church he had spent on his private estate. Even more money went directly to his many offshore accounts, paid to him by numerous benefactors in exchange for him to use his influence with the rich and powerful of society. Basically, the Cardinal had been nothing less than a Mafia Don in the center of a system of corruption and embezzlement. But worse than his greed was, of course, his lust. The celibate prohibited him from marriage, or openly expressing romantic feelings to anyone. It could not keep him from having fun with the young nuns inside his residence, though. If they liked it or not was never a question he had asked himself. For every sin of the flesh he had committed, there were many more from the priests of his church he had covered up for. He often smiled to himself when he thought of the irony that, to the eyes of the public, he was the fiercest fighter against all sinners. He had openly condemned people with ‘abnormal’ sexual tastes, he had even funded an institute for the ‘correction’ of those poor misguided souls. Only he knew that behind closed doors, the institute was nothing but a prison for all his political and personal enemies, a new Inquisition, comprising the most merciless clerics to be found within the church. Whoever visited the institute was never going to leave it until Gutierrez said otherwise.
All of this had been going on for decades, until, in wave of the me-too movement, accusations against the Cardinal became public and eventually reached the ears of the holy father in Rome. While his predecessors might have closed both eyes on the Cardinal, the new Pope decided to make an example of Gutierrez. Although he denied everything that was brought up against him, the Cardinal was demoted from his position, stripped of his office and influence. That had been a heavy blow, but he still was a very rich man, with connections to and evidence against the most important figures of public life. He left his place to a new Cardinal, but he swore to have revenge on those who had wronged him. On his last day, his chauffeur picked him up as usual to drive him to the airport. He was about to leave the country for a while, take care of his assets. Only the former Cardinal never arrived and was never seen or heard of again.
Now, Cardinal Gutierrez’ muffled screams were echoing through the dungeons of an old monastery that was a cover up for the very institute he himself had established. The small man was hanging from the ceiling, his ankles fastened to the floor by leather cuffs and ropes. He had been hanging there for hours in an upright spread-eagle, while the nuns of the monastery administered their interrogation techniques on his helpless body. "Confess", a nun said as she was digging her fingers in between Gutierrez’ ribs, "Confess your sins and all of this can stop!" After hours of torment and unbearable tickle torture, Gutierrez was more than ready to confess everything, just for them to stop. God, he had been ready five minutes after they started! But sadly, the nuns would not remove his gag and allow him to speak. Taking turns in tickling their former Cardinal, there was not a single second of rest for him. "I think there's a little slack in his body", another nun said, "one more turn should fix that!" The third nun gave the winch behind Gutierrez another turn, pulling his arms up even higher, further increasing the stretch on his body. "Maybe we can get him to the size of a normal man this way, after all, we're a correction facility!" They laughed at the small man and his despair while a fourth nun continued to slowly milk his erect penis with her gloved hand. Despite his ordeal, her skilled movements had kept him rock hard throughout his interrogation, always at the edge of coming. "Confess, and the tickling will stop! Confess and I'll let you release all that built up frustration from your balls!" He screamed, YES! LET ME CONFESS! Into his gag, his body shaking under the next attack on his vulnerable skin. “No?”, the nun responded, “What a shame! Let’s keep going, sisters!”
