Barbarian Prince in Venice

The Barbarian Princes

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

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

Act I

Act II

Act III

Acte II --- Arrest , Question 1, Question 2

Act 2, scene 5. PAOLO : Hey you harlot, are you clean ? Let's see... Ah Ah. My touch gives you gooseflesh ! I would like to give you some heat but now you're promised to other persons. Hey ! She is going weak. So I have to carry you on my shoulders. Eh Eh , you'll have to pay for that !
MAITRE GIACCOMO : Oh you witch! Make-up her like a girl for sailors. Eyes and mouth. Nipples and labias too. And her ass. I want she seems a hussy. I want she fans men's lust. And shave those little hairs she always has on her bottom.
MAITRE GIACCOMO : You're really well prepared now. In Barbary where you'll be sold , that's slave attire.
PAOLO : Let's see your mound. a motte. Your cunt is a target where every man would like to sink his arrow. The witch worked well.
MAITRE GIACCOMO : She deserves some reward. I'm going to make her bell. Bend over on the machine, you slut.
PAOLO : Here the slave is Maestro, with her fishnet cape. Like a cod cought up from the ocean. MAITRE GIACCOMO : A good catch Paolo. I hope we could sell her at a good price ! Is the pillory ready, upstairs ? PAOLO : Yes it is, Maestro. At the right place where everyone could enjoy the show. MAITRE GIACCOMO : So I take away the future harem slave. Blindfold her. I want she is blind so she'll dance better (he smiles).
MAITRE GIACCOMO : Come on. You are going to be a rental girl in the guards room. I hope you'll please me and gain many money.

MAITRE GIACCOMO :
Here she is, my lords. A real harem girl. She was a Lady and she committed a sin against our beloved Republic.
She will be sold to the Turks.
But before you could like to use her charms.
Admire her complexion. Admire her noble bearing. Admire her round and heavy breast.
And see the rest, my lords! I'm sure you would see more .
You may use her as you please.
You just have to pay a modest obol.
But by now, the slave is going to dance for you.
See how she like the whip. See the lascivious divertimento.

MAITRE GIACCOMO :
Did the dance please you ? Did the dance fan your feeling ?
For you my lords, I'm going to reveal this body waiting for your virility.

ELEONORA she breathes):
Have pity, have pity...

MAITRE GIACCOMO (he doesn't listen to her and continues giving a pitch):
Open wide your legs slave, so the lords can see what I've promised to their pleasure.

My lords, see that offered flash, that womb like a juicy peach. You could want to bit that fruit.

MAITRE GIACCOMO :
Don't lose your patience my lords.
I am placing the slave in a position you could use her as you like.

MAITRE GIACCOMO :
Here she is my lords. She is ready and offered. Submissive. She can't escape from your male attacks.
(to Eleonora, aside)
And you slut, wriggle your rump up. Put out your tongue. Or perhaps do you prefer a plier ?

ELEONORA (whispers):
No, my lord ! I don't. Please, don't.

MAITRE GIACCOMO :
My lords, don't forget to fill the goblet she takes in her hand. Fill it. And fill the slave.... Ha ha ha. Fill her !
(all guards laugh out loud)

Guards were using Eleonora during a long time. Every guard used her where he wants to do. Her bottom, her mouth were not spared.
Sometimes they used several holes in the same time.
And each times she could hear a coin dropepd in the goblet she had clutched. After a violent attack ravaged her intimity using the immoral way she let the goblet fall down. So by now, she clutched it.
Maestro Giaccomo whipped her so brutally she could forget that.
Guards took her then gulpped wine down, forced her mouth with soaked with wine kisses and took her anew.
Quand When their vigour was weakening, they found some objects to ram inside her, bottles, sword handles. She didn't know what.
One guard even played with log tongs to twist her nipples and her tongue.
Then that stopped.
Maestro Giaccomo untied her and she swayed. Come was flowing on her thighs and on her chin.
He cuffed her two wrists in her back and wrapped her with the fishnet cape.
No more loin cloth or mask to hide her ravaged nudity. He leashed her and took her to the great torture room.
She was in despair and wondering when that hell will stop.

Act 2, scene 6.

PAOLO :
Did she serve well ?

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
Yes she did. And my purse is well blown with all she took in.
Look at that Paolo ! She is a good working whore.
Are you ?
But enough of this chattering. We have to prepare her for her tomorrow morning trial.
Take her to the reservoir. She has to be soaked all the night.

ELEONORA :
Please my lords, not in the cage. I will not survive again.
I will do what you want I do. But I beg you for mercy. Not the cage.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
So ! Has the slut become more manageable ?
And what would you do for me, you trollop ?

ELEONORA (whispering):
My lord, I would bessech you to use my mouth as you would like.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
It's most kind of you.
But you're too repugnant and I don't want to put my penis in that cloaca.
But I'm going to accept your petition. And I'm going to clean another way.
Paolo is going to take you to the chair. It's very efficient to wash the convicts
Ah ah ah (he laughs out loud with a cruel smile)
I'm going to remove my formal dress and come back soon. I want to see Dona Ziani grooming.
Oh oh oh !

(Maestro Giaccomo disappears while Paolo, pulling the leash, takes Eleonora to a little and dark room on the left side of the great torture room)

ELEONORA (seing the room furniture):
Oh no, not the rack !

MAESTRO GIACCOMO (who changed and ironically smiles):
Its not exactly a rack. It can do many more as you are going to learn.
Look at that setting, all that hoses, that demijohns.
You're going to be uncomfortably sat on the sharp edge, with a leather stack driven well into your ass, with your back and the tender skin of your inner tighs, kindly annoyed by all these multiple pikes.
The stack forcing your ass is connected to the reservoir.
The other device you can see upward, will be placed into your mouth, nicely dilating it.
With the aid of these little faucets, we can adjust the liquid flow, drop by drop or powerful jet.
Your ass and trap are going to be filled.

Your ass will be quickly filled, but your mouth will be slowly filled.

ELEONORA (screaming):
Nooooo !

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
You besough and I granted you !
When you'll be knocked up and full to bursting, you'll be hung and firmly sealed.
Until I authorize you to drain off all the liquid.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :

That's to prevent you from pissing before you finish drinking the ten pints of water.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
And that's the stack going to plug your posterior and fill up it with ten pints of water too.
Look at the vigourous jet.
By ass and by trap. Equality. Ah ah ah.
PAOLO :
Jars are full, Maestro Giaccomo.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO (to Eleonora):
Lick it and wet it well. So it can dive easily.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
Climb the stool. And take place.
Do you fit it quickly ?
Or do you prefer some whipping ?
Ah ! At last you obey !

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
Some ropes to secure you so you could painfully enjoy the lack of comfort of the seat.

PAOLO :
Open wide your slut trap. As you did to suck men.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
You are so well shoved ! Your cunt is locked and your ass and mouth well taken and wide opened.
Are you waiting for ?
Do you lose patience? You trollop. Are you waiting for being filled ?

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
You're going to be fulfilled. Open the taps, Paolo.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
Ah ah ! Feeling of fullness, isn't it ? And how many embarrassing.
But it's just the beginning.
When you'll be swelled up with twenty pints of water, the pain will be a bit unsupportable.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO (a bit later, after the 10 pints taken by her bottom ):
You have a big saw paunch. You'll take the rest into your mouth.
Slowly, very slowly.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
The sow is nearly overflowing. Paolo ! Stop and close the faucets.
Let the slut stew in her own juice

(Eleonora passed out with pain.
Later Maestro Giaccomo and Paolo awake her brutally and get her down from the rack)

Act 2, scene 7.

ELEONORA (prostrate):
Let me go to the rest.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
Let you go ? What a curious idea ! You're going to stay swollen. Full of your crimes.

And for a long time.

Didn't I say that ?

Until I will allow you to go.

There are some little things to help you. Admire these clever trickeries.

Adjusting the knob, we can enlarge the jaws.

This one is for your mouth... and the other one for you but, it's going to spread and well plug.

Push it into, Paolo. Her ass is soften by water. Now it's done

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
Go on now, you fat sow, and don't you dare lose some drop behind you.
Hold on !

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
You'll stay hung until past noon. Well spreaded.
Then you will allowed to go.

PAOLO :
Maestro ! Watch her, the sow spilled out on the floor.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
You had to desobey ! You're a dirty slut.
Punishement is going immediately.
Thirty lashes of crop, I'm going to apply on that come, piss and shit filled bag.
You may scream, you may cry as you like. But don't piss a drop, you harlot, or I am going to use the turkish whip !
Paolo, take a crop too and caress her with it.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO :
See you later, puta.
I forgot...
You'll be presented to the Great Republique Court this afternoon.
Ciao bella ...

Act I

Act II

Act III

MAESTRO GIACCOMO : And that's the stack going to plug your posterior and fill up it with ten pints of water too. Look at the vigourous jet. By ass and by trap. Equality. Ah ah ah. PAOLO : Jars are full, Maestro Giaccomo.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO (to Eleonora): Lick it and wet it well. So it can dive easily.

MAESTRO GIACCOMO : Ah ah ! Feeling of fullness, isn't it ? And how many embarrassing. But it's just the beginning. When you'll be swelled up with twenty pints of water, the pain will be a bit unsupportable.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO (a bit later, after the 10 pints taken by her bottom ): You have a big saw paunch. You'll take the rest into your mouth. Slowly, very slowly.
MAESTRO GIACCOMO : The sow is nearly overflowing. Paolo ! Stop and close the faucets. Let the slut stew in her own juice