Love the idea FSG!
Shaving a woman's head would indeed be one more delicious bit of humiliation. I imagine a terrified young woman (it would be me, of course, in my fantasy...it's always about me)....
....standing completely naked in front of the flogging post, facing the crowd, wrists bound above her head to the post. It's early morning...cool outside...she shivers...she's just been stripped of her last ragged bits of clothing which lie discarded on the ground...soon to be tossed to the crowd. Her breasts are heaving...nipples erect...she's covered with a sheen of perspiration...soon it's running in streams over the contours of her body. A spreader bar has been tied to her ankles to keep her legs apart...so she cannot close her thighs to the lascivious gazes of the men...and the malicious gazes of the women watching her degradation. (Do they see the cum oozing out of my raped pussy...from the night before...???) Indeed, she's utterly exposed in the most humiliating way a woman can be (oh yes!!!!).
She's terrified, trembling, crying, she's even pissed herself in contemplating the agony and horrors to come. She sees her flogger with the heavy whip in his hand, ready to apply it to her exposed flesh. On the ground, near the flogging post, lies the crossbeam she'll be forced to carry to the execution site...where she'll be nailed to it...and crucified! It's a rough-hewn, heavy beam, covered with pitch...with nail holes at the ends!!!!! From other victims!!! Soon she'll hang from it...in horrible agony!!!! The sight of it is too terrible...she closes her eyes, squeezing them shut tightly...as though this could make everything...the post, the whip, her nudity, the crossbeam...simply vanish...
As she keeps her eyes shut to the horrors in front of her she feels a powerful tug on her hair. Her eyes pop open to see an executioner wielding a sharp knife in front of her face. Is he going to slice her!!??? No...he's about to hack off her long, luxurious locks of cascading brown hair! Her crowning glory...her hair...which she has so carefully kept combed out and brushed...no! Now it's just dirty, twisted, disheveled...but still...it's her hair!!!!
"Not my hair! You've taken everything from me...leave me my hair...please!"
She sobs uncontrollably as the silken locks are hacked off...and passed around as souvenirs to the crowd. Soon her head hangs down, her head sheared to a roughly cut stubble, her scalp bleeding, in streams, from numerous nicks from the knife. She has never felt more naked...more exposed. The worse just got worse... she hangs her head and cries for her loss. (She doesn't know it yet, but all through the day as she hangs from her cross the crowd will be holding up locks of her hair, waving it in front of her...like trophies...but perhaps she won't care so much then...)
Suddenly she feels a strong, rough hand probing between her thighs. "What about the bitch's pussy hair," screams the man pulling and tugging on her pubic curls.
"Cut it too," they shout back. "Let's see her cunt!!!!"
She screams again, in the deepest possible humiliation to this point as she feels the sharp knife scraping her delicate nether parts bald as it removes the sign of her womanhood....