An extraordinary show can be seen today in the streets of a well known small town in the South of France. An advertising wagon with a glass sided body is driving around the town, astonishing and fascinating onlookers and passers-by as it goes.
The display that is being shown off in the glass sided body is several mannequins dressed in the latest bridal gowns. It is not this, however, that is attracting and holding the attention of the town's inhabitants. In amongst the mannequins, there is a tearful, naked lady, a certain Madame Bernadette Crampette. She is securely tied up and is bearing a rather insulting inscription across her belly.
Joseph Farrel, "Humiliations". Showing the Wife
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The wagon is being driven throughout the entire town, exposing Madame Crampette's body in its entirely. The van has been forced to stop at several intersections during the course of its journey. Each time it has halted it has rapidly been surrounded by gawkers who stare without discretion at Madame's charming features and read aloud the inscription that is painted upon it: "ADULTERESS". Poor Bernadette, blushing with humiliation, just has to stand there and take it, unable to cover her tits but pressing her thighs together to deprive the spectators of a view of her cunt. She watches with alarm as the curious, laughing, mocking faces of the men, women and children drink in her nudity and her shame.
Fingers point towards her breasts, her belly, her thighs and the triangle of dark hair that is on her pubic. She can hear the comments and she can see the people laughing at her. Her humiliation is complete.
Following a stop at one intersection, the wagon accelerates rapidly. To avoid falling over, she reflexively spreads her legs to maintain her balance, and the crowd cries out in joy because now they have had a clear and unrestricted view of her cunt. At another road junction, the wagon comes upon a flock of nuns who find themselves staring at a naked woman from a distance of less than three feet. Total stupefaction fills the faces of the nuns, who immediately cross themselves as if warding of an evil spirit.
Sick with shame, Bernadette is paying a very high price for her little moment of dalliance, and her fanatically jealous husband is avenging himself. Ridicule is not fatal, but having been made a fool of he has now fought back with the same weapon. "Perhaps after this she will learn not to open her legs to anyone other than me," he thinks.