Part 1
- Well, your majesty, now please undress yourself.
- But... sir, I have nothing under my gown...!
- That is exactly what you are expected to wear while nailed to the wood of shame: nothing - except your crown of course. And please notice that there is nothing like "your gown" - it's my property now. Since you were sentenced you own nothing. Undress yourself!
- Oh, please, have mercy! Couldn't you give me at least a loincloth...?
- A good joke. You have a good thicket of fur between your legs, enjoy it. And surely we will enjoy it as well. So, shut up and show this shaggy crotch of yours to us. Undress quickly!
- But... sir... why...
- Do you need me to give you a good example? Okay then, I will undress first!
...done. But as an amend I will fuck you now.
- I beg you...!
- Take... these... clothes... down, you slut... and lie yourself down!
- Waaa... Waa...
- And now show your glory to your subjects...!
- Sob! Sob...!
(her voice was drowned out by the laughing and cheering of the crowd)
- And now do drink this mixture.
- I am not thirsty, sir...
- I am not interested if some slut is thirsty or not! I ordered you to drink so drink it to the last drop! Okay, now give me the empty pot.
- Sir? Was it a painkiller...?
- Are you crazy? Have you forgotten that you were condemned to the cross, in order to feel as much pain as possible? It was a diuretic herbs to make you piss yourself when hanging.
-Oh, why? Why are you so cruel to me...?
- Shut your mouth up, whore! Lie down again.
(The crowd was still cheering when the helpless woman was prepared to the prescribed torment but while her wrists were being hammered to the beam, her wild cries rose above the merriment of the spectators)
To be continued