Venice

At the end of XVIIe century. Venice, heady and mysterious. Indolent and capricious. So beautiful. Venice, a glorious past but an incertain futur. Turks and Austrians harass the Empire Marches, fight for possessions and commercial roads. Russia is a future power and Tsar has appointed Prince Sergueï Morozov to conclude a political and commercial alliance. The treaty is slowly built from official interviews to unofficial discussions. Prince is always seen like a curious stranger, a boorish barbarian, but little by little, Venice opens her doors to him. He is now received in that palaces they mirror in Gran Canale, those palazzi where the great venetian familys like to display themselves. Characters : Dona Eleonora Ziani A rich and beautiful patrician, a widow. Her free life, her austrian origin (her mother), her immense fortune are the seeds of a germinating plot. Prince Sergueï Morozov He has the complete Tsar trust to carry the treaty to a successful conclusion. Like many russian nobles, he is looking at Occident. He is an enlightened  man. But in St-Petersburg, a town with many canals too, womens know the secret pleasure of being freely enslaved by his Master desires. Signor Fradentelli. He is the Doge secretary and condidant. He is a powerfull and influential man in Venice. His cupidity is equalled only by his political distance. Venice is his  single Mistress. If a thing is good for me, he says, the thing is good for the Republic. Maestro Giaccomo aka "la pancia" (the belly). Doges prison Master Executionner. Where he lives permanently. People say that this obese person, sweating cruelty, is a master in the art of pain and that he can drag a confession out of any innocent. And Paolo, his assistant, a red hair dwarf. Agnès

 

Acte 2, scene 3. The great torture room in Doges palace. Inside Dona Ziani cell. MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Stand up, you traitor. Slip the leash handle into the hook so I can climb you up ! Today, labor will be hard. ELEONORA (imploring) : No ! That is going to strangle myself. MAESTRO GIACCOMO (riant) : Sure. But you willn't die. Obey promptly. If I have to come down, you'll rue the day. Oh Oh... Doesn't she seem a trussed and plucked hen ?
MAESTRO GIACCOMO (ironic) : The view is pleasant. What do you think about that, Paolo ? PAOLO : The same thing you do, Maestro Giaccomo. I fell like stuffing that poultry.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Her ass is too clenched. We have to remedy that. But we'll do later.
PAOLO : Grab her so I can shove her backside. My dear mother (God bless her) said the dwarves are well provided. What do you think of that, you, whore ?
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : You have a dirty ass. Clean our penis. Or you could take 20 whip lashes. While you're working, I'm going to explain your everyday life. Until your trial. You're lucky, it is going to arrive quickly. Some people stay here, weeks or months. each morning, defendants are extracted from their cells. Females are raped. Males too or forced to rape female prisonners. It's chow time. Make our semen abundant, because you'll be given nothing else. Don't stop, slut. My sap is coming. Then, defendants are whipped... (he laughs vulgarly)Ah ah ....  Morning whip, chagrin ! * We use a long buffalo leather whip. And we whip until you swoon. Then we put one of the defendant to the question. Others stay hung like ham in smokehouse. Of course you'll be whipped too in the evening because... (he bursts out laughing) Evening whip... Hope ! * Aaaaaaaaa.... I come...... Swallow. Puta. It's your meal. What a glutton ! You're lucky, because you're a newcomer. You'll be the first. let's go and whip, you rascally wench.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : You're well hung.  Go on Paolo ! PAOLO : I'm going to play a leather ballad and make her dance. I want she jiggle her bum and bounce het tits.
* A joke with a french sentence with rhyme : Araignée du matin, chagrin... Araignée du soi, espoir. If you see a spider on the morning it means chagin. If you see a spider on evening, it means hope...

MAESTRO GIACCOMO (ironicaly) : A rejoicing ballet. You wiggled around prettily and you howled like a sow. t'es bellement trémoussée et tu as gueulé comme une truie. But the divertimento is finished now. It's penance time. Let's go to the cross, you harlot.

ELEONORA : The cross ? No,  please don't. I'm innocent. I beg your for mercy, my Lord. MAESTRO GIACCOMO (he slaps violently Dona Ziani ) : Silenzio puta ! Are you allowed to speak ? I'm your Master here. Your body and your soul belong to me. You only have the liberty to scream in pain and moan with the torments I offer to you. I'm your master and your executionner. You'll speak when I'll order that. Now I want you implore me to use your mouth. ELEONORA : Never ! You may soil me with constraint and torture, you may hurt me, you may kill me. But I will never accept that sort of words, that sort of obscenity. I'll never sully my honour in that way. MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Your honour ? Didn't you understant your honour is lost ? Didn't you understand that when you came inside that walls, you were become worst than a streetwalker ? You're a whore, nobody will renumerate. Paolo, a rope. Then tighten her neck, so she is going to wag her tongue. MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Look at her, Paolo. She is opening wide her mouth. Loosen now Paolo, we don't want to kill her. Do you hear me, you harlot ? Will you bessech me ? ELEONORA (she mades a No with her head) MAESTRO GIACCOMO :  So !

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :   Paolo, dangle that whore and tie her elbows. Vigorously. Higher... Good. Now listen, bella puta. Although when I see your fidgetings, I think you don't hear me. But anyway. That tongue you didn't want to offer, I'm going to take it, now. Then it will be hanging out now. I'm going to pull it out. With pliers. And I'm going to equip your nipples and your labias. With some weights to tug them. And after your crucifixion, when your flesh will be well distended, perhaps I will enjoy myself piercing you and fitting with rings and fibulas.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Give some slack, Paolo. While you're brushing her ass, I'm going to poke her slit.
PAOLO : Look at those lovely pliers ? ELEONORA (breathing): ... Pity ...
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : What a pretty and long tongue and so well equipped ! Your womb and your breath are going to be equipped too.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Don't you think she seems an old trollop with her hanging udders ?
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : You're not allowed to stand on ! Don't let me catch you doing that again. Now it's time to take care of the witch. She earns all my attention too. See you later, you wench !

MAESTRO GIACCOMO later): I forbad you to do that. I want you sit on the sedulum. I want it chews and it tears your womb. That turkish whip is going to teach you the obedience.
Dona Ziani has screamed under the bites of the whip. Before Master Giaccomo finished with her, she passed out. Now, perhaps it is the night. She doesn't know. Silence was reigning inside the crypt. It was just disturbed by some groans and sobs. She wakes up. The pain in her quarterd muscles is unsupportable. Her tongue drawn out by the plier and the weight, her grinded nipples and her stretched intimate labias, the sedulum that seems to disembowel her, all that are like waves of incandescent suffering, they sweep along on an infernal ocean where her mind sinks again.
Act 2, scene 4. The great torture room in Doges palace. On the next day morning. MAESTRO GIACCOMO : The wench is repugnant. She pissed down and dribbled. I will not soil my penis, ploughing her slit. Poete is going to cover the slut. Then into the cage. She has to marinate all the day. I want her clean for the evening. Now, I'm going to take care of the witch.
PAOLO : Have a hard on, you pig.  And fuck that sow ! LE POETE : I beg your pardon Madam. They force me to that degrading practices, as you are forced. ELEONORA ( she closes her eyes): MAESTRO GIACCOMO (to the "witch" hanging upside down) : Ah ! Your pussy is always hot. I'm going to set it ablaze.
PAOLO : The ankles bar to keep you gaping so water could wash your ass and cunt. PAOLO : Cast off the moorings ! Have a good journey on your gondola. Have a good bath.	.
PAOLO : Don't forget the chunk of bread, I put in the cage. Eat it before rats take it. See you later, harlot.  Tonight you'll be devilish busy. Ah ah ah (he laughts out loud) Ciao !