Mary Thomas is tied up

Mary Thomas had no chance getting away from the torturers. Four of them grabbed her by the arms and legs, carried her to the wooden cross that stood like a huge, upright X on one side of the cellar and pressed her wrists and ankles into metal buckles that clicked audibly. No matter how hard she jerked at them, she couldn't free her limbs and she was helplessly at the mercy of whatever the guys had in mind for her.

The leader - supposedly, since they were all wearing the same garb, she couldn't be one hundred percent sure - stepped in front of her and scrutinized her from head to toe. There was a lot to see. She had lost her clothes for some unknown reason when she had appeared in the **** chamber. And the way her arms and legs were stretched out, it was impossible for her to hide any detail of her body.

She knew that she couldn't have helped getting into this situation and that she didn't have to blame herself for it. And yet she was beginning to feel ashamed of having to show herself to the men - she didn't want to assume that women would be hiding under the hoods too - completely undressed. But at least, and that was her only consolation, they were in a locked room. The evil torturers were the only people who saw her in this condition.

She took courage from the fact that the henchmen of the Inquisition disguised themselves and hid their identities behind masks. That showed that they themselves were shy and insecure, didn't it? Otherwise they wouldn't need to hide, would they?

Being naked in public would be something completely different. Yes, to be looked at by countless people who were in the middle of life, who went about their daily routines and knew what decency and morals meant, that would be extremely embarrassing. And if there were also people in the crowd who knew her, who knew that she was a nun from the convent of the Sisters of the Order of the Most Generous Mary, for whom it was in no way appropriate to show themselves naked, especially not in front of an audience, and whom she would meet again later, who would then know what had happened and could remember her nudity and tell others about it behind closed doors - that, of all the imaginable embarrassing incidents that Mary Thomas could think of, would be the most embarrassing.

The observer under the hood clicked his tongue disapprovingly. If his face had been visible, you would most likely have seen him curl his lips in disdain. His eyes rested for a long time on her large, full breasts, which, although no longer held up by any supporting garments, presented themselves proud and round. When he had seen enough, his gaze wandered lower over her flat stomach to her wide hips, in the middle of which the dense, dark triangle hid everything else.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should pay more attention to your appearance, sorceress. Your long, black hair frames a pretty face, why don't you style it better? A few curls here and there would certainly look good on you. But you have far too many curls where it's more of a hindrance if we're to find out whether you're a witch. Because the witch's mark is usually hidden where you can't find it straight away. And where would the mark be more reliably hidden than on this sinful spot, with the help of which you seduce virtuous men and sacrifice them to your evil machinations?"

The bound woman snorted in amusement. The speech was so ridiculous that she could no longer take it seriously. And the turgid language he used didn't make him seem the least bit more credible or serious.

But she lost her laughter and good humor when he waved a hand in the direction of her pubic area and ordered his henchmen: "Shave her down there. I don't want to see a single hair. And while you're at it, remove the hair in her armpits too."

No, they weren't allowed to do that! That was clearly going too far.