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The Tax Office

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Magistrate
Preludium

The director was standing on the courtyard of the Tax Office, staring to the new devices set up around
-I was talking to the prime minister and the president. I arranged everything You asked for. Every law and decree are signed.
-Thank You, Sir -Replied the man standing besides him. They did not look at each other during talking, both were surveying the objects around.
-For this investigation we are not going to need that much of accountants, analysts, IT stuff -he continued -...and the assistants needed will be cheap or even free, if tests will be going well.
-How much did this equipment cost? -The director asked
-We use simple 5 cm diameter construction steel poles welded together. Price is only the amount we spend on canteen on a single day. Each of the tools consists of a three meter vertical pole and two horizontal: a two meters long above and a half meter long below. The four leather cuffs at the ends and plastic seats with that two translucent silicon attachments on the ground just costs small change
-What are the sizes of them?
-The longer one is 12 centimeters long and 4 centimeters wide, the smaller behind is 8 centimeters long and 1 centimeters in diameter.
-Aren`t they too small? -The director asked with some disappointment in his voice
-Regarding or calculations the longer the process the result is better. Our strategic aim is the fully successful investigation, not to bring suffer to good tax payers of the State.
-Other costs beyond these crosses? -The director shifted back half-heartedly to a supervisor
-We needed to design a "recreation" facility in the room of the old file storage there at the bottom of that stairs in the semi basement. It was a remarkable cost, but there is a double bed, shower cabin and lockers inside, and we could use Labor Union Funds to support the construction.
-Good, Mr. Tscheryakov. I think I did not appreciate You enough in the past -The director told with more lust of the greed in his voice than praise
-Thank You, Mr. Director -The man replied with more complacency in his voice than humility
-Which case You have chosen for the test? -The director asked
-The Joseph and Son co, a foreign company doing mostly data recording and digitizing with cheap, young local female collective. A big expert stuff had been working on their accounting long time without any result. I was in the project too. Nobody can follow that shit, Sir. This gave me the idea.
-In a dream?

-In a dream.
 
Part 1

The group of women was sitting confused in the ante-room of Tscheryakov chief inspector. Sometimes they looketh inquiringly to Olga, the assistant of the boss, who had got the phone call that morning. They just started the daily work when all of them were ordered to the Tax Office. All they were in usual office dress. It was less casual then the clothes they would use for this place: In their workplace the dress code was quite free: Most of them were in jeans, simple tops, T-shirts. Nobody known anything, so everyone was nervous a little bit.

Olga told them at the beginning of the waiting period that she did not know about any serious harm of law, so this may have been something regular investigation, but it was clear that even she was not sure in that.
They had not have to wait too much, Tscheryakov arrived soon. He politely greeted the team, looking around all of them. Olga started to prepare herself to follow him to his office, but he pointed to Luba, an average worker and led her to his office instead of Olga. Nobody understood the choice, though some of them -even Luba- could not miss the fact that she was among the most attractive employees at the company. Luba did not actually think that the choice on her was because of her not slim, but harmonic shape with 175 cm height and D boobs, which she did not embarrassed to enhance with white, skinny top and washed black jeans, which harmonized with her long, thick, dark brown hair. She did not think that, but it was there, deep in her mind. So when she sat down to the chair in front of the desk of the inspector, she opened her eyes wide to show an adorable innocence which she thought should work. She felt that the eyes of the inspector were exploring, but the investigation surprised her. After some questions about her personal data (name, age, position, time of employment), she expected plenty of detailed cross-questions, but there was just one: "Do you know anything that may refer to tax evasion or other malpractice?"
Luba tried to keep her innocent, low-level worker role, not forgetting the small dance-movements: straighten her back to push her boobs forward, smooth hair, cross the legs, that should have distract the attention of the questioner. She did not know if it was working, the inspector just thanked her the answers and asked her to follow his colleague, a low ranked policeman or security guard, she could not recognize the uniform. In ante-room she just could give a not so informative facial expression to the others, because the guard kept her lead out toward the gates.
But soon they turned to the inner court. First Luba did not understand where they were going but she didn`t dare to ask. She was relieved when in a small room a photographer made some picture of her. It was full-shape pic, but at least just from the front, and not side. They crossed the inner court toward the exit. She was surprised a little bit by the steel crosses, but she did not have time to think about it, because her leader was speaking constantly to her:
-Regarding the rules you cannot communicate with your management, so we keep you here until the end of the investigation. -They turned left, went through between two crosses and entered a chamber in the semi-basement, which looked like a changing-room, but without cabins, and every door, even the closet-door and the lockers were transparent plastic. She understood that she must stay in the building until all the girl were questioned. It was annoying, but on the other hand she avoided the work that day, and if the others received the same short questions, she would be free by afternoon.
-For this period you cannot own any telecommunication tool, and it is a very strict rule. -The guard continued. Luba started to look for her phone, fretting herself about what she would do until the end of day if she could not read something or listen to music. She wanted to ask if there was any television or book here, but the guard did not finish:
-...so undress please!-Luba stopped moving.
-This is my only phone
-We must be sure, miss. Undress please!
This time Luba understood that there was something big trouble at the company. She would never thought that there was so much money in that business. This treatment was like if she was in prison. But her boss would be in one soon - she recognized quite surely.
First she took out her phone from her rear-pocket with a resigned sigh and hold it out toward the guard.
-Please put everything to the 1th one! -He told her, referring to one of the lockers. She leant the phone to the inner side of the lockers, than took her sandals and put it to the bottom. She turned away from the guard and took off her top. He let it her. She folded it, than her jeans also, before took them to the top of the sandals. This was the most embarrassing point for the girls with big breasts, when without bra tits were remarkably descending and losing their perfect shape, but Luba had nothing to fear regarding this case. The formality of the situation was also ease her embarrassment, so she could took off her panties also with a big breath. She still hoped that she did not have to show all her body to the guard, so she lifted her hand up theatrically, than put them in front of her breasts and vagina and turned toward the guard. Her face showed an overplayed annoyance, with which she tried to humiliate the guard: The expression told that "I know that you just play the cool officer, and in fact you want to know what is behind my hands and arms!"
But the guard just had one short glance than step over her and locked the door of the locker. This was the movement that frightened Luba first. She did not reach her clothes anymore and she did not know why. And she still did not have time to think. Commands were coming.
-Please follow me -The guard told, but did not wait until she started to walk, he pushed Luba gently toward the exit, which led to the court. This time she dared to ask:
-Where are we going? -But they were out on the court before he finished the question.
-Your place is the first cross -The guard told, pointing to one of the crosses. She recognized that there were leather cuffs on that, so as on all of them.
-Walk up on the steps, please! -She was told, while the guard was pushing a small rolling ladder to the referred cross. She stopped and was just standing in front of the well-cemented steel-pole, her hands still in the same hiding position, but her whole body crouched more.
-Why? -She just could ask this.
-We must be sure You would not use any form of messaging, Miss. -The guard unbelievable answer came readily.
-What if I not? -She started to understand that she could not avoid the crucifixion, but she felt that she had to ask it, for her dignity.
-I am allowed to use pressure, miss. -Luba did not get real answer, but she did not ask anything more. She yielded, walked up on the four steps, and on the second one she realized that she cannot hold her hands in front of her woman parts so long anymore. The guard followed her. He newer had stayed closer to her. She tried to look up to his eyes when she gave him her hand that had covered her perfect breasts. But the guard did not look back, he fixed the female hand to the horizontal pole. When Luba followed her hand with her eyes she caught silhouettes in the windows around. They tried to be hided behind glasses and curtains, but they were there. The guard did not ask for her other hand when he finished the fixing her first one. He took her wrist, the male hand touched her stomach a few centimeters above her pubic hair and pulled Luba`s hand up to the other side of the horizontal pole. The feeling of despair inside her followed the hand, lifted up from her pussy across her stomach, after her heart to her eyes, where it came out as tears.
The guard stepped down on the stairs. She wanted him back as the last object which covers her from the eyes in the windows. She looked down after him and recognized the other pole below her feet. Soon she found what she had been looking for: the leather cuffs on the edges of that. The guard reached out for her left leg, and she gave it to him before he might pull it out and took her balance. She had to bend a little bit her other knee to reach the cuff with the left one at the end of the pool. When her left foot was cuffed, she understood that her legs would be spread a little bit. Just something twenty-thirty degrees, but enough to feel the breeze with her labia. Something was sure: she could not reach for a hided telephone, knocking signs on walls, writing on papers with pencils sneaked in. But she strongly suspected that the main reason of her trap was something else.

But she could not think about it, the noise of the wheels of the ladder brought her back. It was frightening, though she already stood on the short pole. It was very thin and uncomfortable, but the ground was so far below, almost half meter. She wanted to ran her hand through her hair, as always, when she was nervous, but the cuff sharply jerked back her hand just after it had started to move. She tried instinctively to help with her other hand, but with the same result. After some desperate short move she realized that she was trapped.
 
Part 2

Agnieszka halted at the gate of the court, as all the other seven girl before her and after Luba. Still she wore her blouse and night-blue jeans but she closed her thighs and put defensively her hand on the beltbucket. The sight of her colleagues, so as friends among them, squirming naked in their bondage overwhelmed her mind. They just had a short, pain -and shameful glance to her, not even all of them.
They were kept moving: putting their feet to different positions on the footrest pole they tied to. Their pussies were opened and closed. Their tits were trembling as they followed the movings, especially of Hanna. She was a very short girl with huge E breasts. Now it was clearly shown that loosing the bra it really got loose. She was sweating and blushed, her face expressed discomfort.
Agnieszka, walking through her naked colleagues just had a look at Luba. She did not stand on her footrest, instead she hanged deep down, her legs widely opened. Her hairy pussy was at eye-level. Her eyes were closed and she apparently was concentrating to deep, slow breathing. Her D breasts were almost symmetric to every direction is this position: Nipples pulled up to the middle of the breasts by her arms stretched by her not so light weight. Agnieszka started to be ashamed because she was still in jeans and blouse.
In the changing room the guard told her -like to all the others- what would happen and what she had to do. Agnieszka was not clever enough to defend herself, to cite her rights. She was a 160 cm tall blonde woman, who hided herself behind the role of a small, innocent, weak girl since her early childhood. Years by years it became also a kind of weapon.
She kept talking to the guard without purpose during unbuttoning her blouse, over her C sized bra.
-Does it really necessary?
-Yes, miss.
-Men colleagues will be somewhere else?
-Of course, miss.
-Won`t be cold outside? I used to be cold.
-I don`t think so, miss. -Agnieszka put her right hand to the left arm of the guard while she was dragging down the skinny jean from her ankle with her left arm.
-Will the cross hurt?
-No, miss, it will be uncomfortable a bit. -After jeans she got rid off her underwear and followed the guard toward the court naked, closed behind is back, hided from the windows.
When she was standing on the ladder in front of her cross, being tied out, the guard asked her if her actual hand got blood across the leather cuff.
-Yes, thank you -She answered. When the guard pushed away the ladder, she followed him with her eyes and knew that he was aware of it. She looked down on herself, between her tight B tits to see how exposed was she, than looked again after the guard to see where was he. Than she looked again down than realized that she was doing it because there was nothing else to do.
 
There must be an explanation for all this but at the moment I'm just enjoying the situation. These women, going docile to their crosses, all work colleagues experiencing a whole new and intimate time together.

The sight of her colleagues, so as friends among them, squirming naked in their bondage overwhelmed her mind. They just had a short, pain -and shameful glance to her

Her hairy pussy was at eye-level. Her eyes were closed and she apparently was concentrating to deep, slow breathing. Her D breasts were almost symmetric to every direction is this position


Deep, slow breathing, Phlebas (whew!)

-Men colleagues will be somewhere else?
-Of course, miss.


There's potential there, too. Pity they aren't all together.
 
There's potential there, too. Pity they aren't all together.

We are not witnessing a punishment, moreover an interrogation, a pressure, and of course there are deeper intentions which just can be turned to this situation in a man-focused -and ruled world. You may read again the introduction
 
Part 3

The guard did not staring to the women while he was working with them: leading, undressing, tying out. He felt that it was professional this way. But when Judyta appeared at the door of the inspector, he confused.
The office of Joseph and Sons was closed to the Tax Office, and he saw her every day walking away in front of the glasswall of the Tax Office main entrance. He really enjoyed watching her and often imagined her without her dresses. He had plenty of photos. When the moment came and she reluctantly started to get off her phoebe blue jeans, his heart was jumped. He had been waited it so long, even if not in these circumstances. She turned away, as all of the women before, but it was more exciting. He exactly wanted to see her step by step: first just the outer arc of her soft B tits, and just being aware of that he would see all at last on the cross, together with the secrets of her loin, to which he zoomed to frequently on the pics where Judyta approached from the other side of the road on the passenger cross, in jeans and high-heel shoes. He was guessing if her pubic hair was dense or rare, how high, was it trimmed or shaved. All of it ended.
She was the first, with who he used the word "sorry", when he told his standard speech, and tried to calm down the nervous girl. Before he did not make effort to hide the lies embedded in his information, this time he deeply desired that the girl would believe them. Judyta Did not answer, went out after the others. Her first words were a request, when she was looking around the court with the naked girls hanging already everywhere.

-Can I be tied there -She pointed to the empty cross besides Agnieszka. Problems were already streaming in his mind, but he knew that he would tie her there. When he was ready with the fixing of her naked idol, he pulled away the ladder and looked at her from left to right and from up to down as if he would like to check the security of leather cuffs, meanwhile drinking all the secrets of her body. His lust made him believe that his acting was credible, but when the spread out girl looked back very angrily, he fled in panic, almost leaving there the ladder.
 
Part 4

Judyta looked left to Agnieszka.
-Hi gal. When you arrived? -Agnieszka lifted up her head and came out from her mind.
-I don`t know. You are the fifth after me.
-How is it?
-Leather cuffs are soft. You always should hold the poles to keep your balance, but it`s not hard. But this footrest is a hell. I tried everything, but my feet are stinging from ankle to fingers by now. Sometimes I am hanging down for a while, but that bastards are waiting just for that -She nodded with her free head toward the windows where she suspected voyeurs. -There must be at least hundred pics of my pussy.
-Don`t worry, gal. It can`t be long. Impossible.
-I do not understand -Agnieszka replied, again bothering with her feet, put them to the edge and toward the center. She was sweating too by then. Judyta also started to map her boundaries in the bondage. Soon a new woman arrived with the guard. It was Krystyna, the most difficult member of the team. She had quarreled with everybody once or twice in the past, nobody really liked her.
-Now we will see her fat ass -Judyta whispered after she went into the changing room. Soon Krystyna turned up, without her clothes. She was healthy slim, with very similar tits to Judyta, maybe fuller a little bit. Her ass was big indeed, especially just above the thighs, but it was tight. Within three minutes the ladder was pulled away from below her cross and she started to experience the suffering that all the others had.

The last one was Olga. She somehow looked like if she had known already what was waiting for her before she appeared at the gate, where the others first met their fate. Soon she was also got rid of her murphy blue jeans and her top and tied among the production team. She was after three children, but regular running have had effect on her. There could not be found any overweight on her body, just her small A tits were sucked out a little. Everyone were together, filled up the court with their naked, squirming bodies, restrained groans and the silent clamping of carabiners.
 
Part 5


For long time nothing happened, nobody came. Even the guard left. They did not talk, if somebody tried, exhausted soon or distracted by the pain in her feet. Each of them tried to hang for a while, than accompanied by the clamping of the pole and cuff snap hook they stood back to get some breath. Regina, a redhead dancer appeared to be the strongest who seemed to care just of the futile battle to hide herself. She always was very vain, and now her less than A tits were shoved to everybody without all her clever bras and clothes which had enhanced them. She was one of the youngest employees, and just married. She made the biggest effort to hide her pussy with her thighs, to keep the sight from anybody else than her husband. Sometimes a swearing ascended to the upper levels, together with a bigger exhale, but never from her, and Krystyna. Regina might be too angry, and Krystyna might be too proud. She was just snuffling quickly in the middle of the other row, changing her positions sometimes with small movements.
All of them exhaled relieved when they heard the noisy wheels on the floor. But when they rose their heads, they did not see the ladder, but a new smiling guard approaching with a trolley. He stopped at the end of the court, positioned the trolley smoothly besides the wall and a chair.
-Hello, ladies -He said, still smiling.
-I am the officer of your next four hour. If anybody needs anything, just call out for me, I will be here on this side. The meal of the day is a big set of Chinese honey chicken snacks, but there are always fresh banana slices and glucose. If you want to drink, I can bring pear juice, water and isotonic drink, but be careful, everybody has 45 minutes break allowed every day in the restroom. -He paused, because he had to wait until the moans calmed down which rose up after he told the phrase: "every day". Judyta collected her strength to ask a loud question.
-Days? And how can we sleep here? -The guard looked the naked body over of the light-brown skinned, midnight-black haired girl. She must have at least a half Caucasian blood - He thought.
-We will provide the facility between 9 PM and 7 AM -He answered, than continued.
-When you go out, my civil partner, Franz will support you. -He pointed to the short, spectacled office worker who just arrived, looking at his watch. Of course if you need to go out out of order, indicate it toward me or Franz. We will discuss about your possibilities. -He sat down, looked over once again on the row of crosses and the naked women hanging on them, then drew out his phone and started to play something.
Much as the girls were tired, they looked at each other. All were silent, the presence of the two men made them unease. They started to calculate. What was the time? Sun was high, and the smell of the baked food brought the lunch into the mind of lots of them. They were thirsty too, but what if they could not go out for a longer period? When the first one would be released? The pressure of the thin footrest on their soft sole did not allow them to collect their thoughts. The guard looked up sometimes and apparently enjoyed himself. The other man could not do anything with himself and started to walk up and down behind the crosses. It rose the discomfort of the girls who did not see him, it was clearly seen how they moved their ass on the other side of the vertical pole, without any meaning. The 5 cm pole did not hide them from the frequent glances of the assistant. The girls in the opposite row stared to him with hate. But their nipples also stared to him and they could do nothing with it.
But Janka, the lawyer of the company did not want to understand this. She was also hanging naked among the others. Despite she mostly had worn more casual dresses than the other girls, here she was less attractive than the average of the young collective. Her C breasts were busty, but they were hanging down. Her pubic hair was not shaved and was dense and curly, meanwhile it took naturally smaller area of her groin than the normal. It was really weird when she shouted down from her cross.
-OK, you can stop now this madness, little boy. Go and call your boss and lawyer. -She commanded.
-Your rights are ensured by your manager and the law, miss. Don`t worry about it. -Janka switched to stronger voice.
-You do not decide about this. Let me down immediately! -No more answer returned. Janka sawing that the guard did not really listen to her, so she yelled to him. The other girls also started to protest indignantly, when they felt the leadership and the scent of rebel. The guard, ignoring the others walked to Janka.
-Miss, I ask you to be silent! If you distract the work in this office, I have to apply consequences.

-Consequences? What? What you can do more? -Janka shouted back. She got no answer. The guard turned around her. She tried to follow him above her bare shoulders. The guard released the snap hook of the leather cuff that held her left ankle and pulled it up. Janka heard the click again. Her left foot was fixed to another console , twenty centimeters above the footrest on the vertical pole. She grabbed firmly the horizontal pole her hand had fixed to before the guard released her other feet and pulled it up too. She descended to hanging position. The guard turned around her again and checked his work. She was fully stretched, and her legs were opened wide. They were fixed to the same point, and the vertical pole was not wide enough for her feet to lean against it. Her eyes were still angry, but she had no power to keep shouting.
 
Part 6

Silence covered the court. Everybody stared to Janka, who left alone hanged by the guard. Fear filled up her eyes and they clearly heard her heavy breathing. Olga, who was crucified in front of her on the opposite side, stared at Janka`s pussy and closed her own leg more, at least as much she could.
Olga was aware of attention of all the girls around her -and what was worse- both of the guards. She tried once or twice closing her knees, but it was exhausting, and she had problem enough wit her cramping arms. She wanted to stand up, but she had no idea how to do that. But panic was rising in her as her breathing became more and more painful. Panic brought her the solution. She started to pull herself up with her arms and learnt that when her legs straightened a bit, she could stand into the leather cuffs. It hurt despite the softness of the wide ring that captured her ankles, but took some strain from her arms. But after some pathetic squirming she learnt that she could not straighten her legs fully, so her limbs started to trembling then she fell beck.
-Do you enjoy this? -Janka cried out toward the guard who made this to her. He did not even react.
Since her struggling and suffering was a punishment, the others fled as far as possible to avoid any facade of relationship with her, especially the ones who had joined her in shouting. They were spectacularly ignoring Janka and were praying that the guard had forgot their contribution. She was suffering alone.
Nobody known how much time passed. Janka started to gasp the air and coughing, when the guard walked to her, told her that her punishment expired, and fixed back her ankles to the standard position. She still had heavy inhalation, but stopped irregular breathing. The others relieved of remorse and the presence of the danger of punishment, but the fear of the infinite time and idleness came back.
-So when we can have a break? -Melania risked a question. She was the second girl after Luba, but bore the pain much less. She was exhausted of lots of stomping enough. The guard looked at her.
-I am coming, miss. -He told, than immediately brought the ladder to her cross.
-What is your name? The tables will just arrive tomorrow - He asked. After she noted the answer to his timetable, walked up to the blonde, strongly freckled naked girl.
The others stared at them while the guard released her. She stepped down to the ground awkwardly, hided her B tits and pussy with her hands and incredulously walked to the rolley, but the voice of the guard stopped her.

-You must go to the restroom, miss, but within 45 minutes you can appeal for any snack. -He said. Melania turned away and paddled into the room on her bare feet. The guard followed her. Inside she hesitated, did not know what to do. She started to understand that she had decided too soon. She had a glance to her clothes that rested in the locker behind the glass. She tried to think. There it was easier. She should go out, because after she would not allowed for a day. She looked at the toilet. It had also glass door. She looked at the guard and noted that he was watching. She went inside and closed the door, but it did not helped. She was there for long time, but could not do anything. The guard sat just in front of her and inspected her body, her blonde loin above all. She tried to put her hand to the dumpy between her legs, but did not helped. After a while with her other hand she leaned back and pushed her finger into her anus to fasten the process, just as it used to be done for vomiting. The guard did not see it, but due to the tiny jerk of her body when her finger slipped in he understood what was happening. Her face blushed and in that moment her bladder released. She looked humiliated to the eyes of the man, and inside she was happy of relief.
 
Olga was aware of attention of all the girls around her -and what was worse- both of the guards. She tried once or twice closing her knees,

I think this is about Janka?
If so, ask a Moderator to change it.



The story is intriguing, I cannot guess where it it going, but the girls are certainly suffering. The guard will be busy if he has to escort all of them to the restroom.

The short sections suit my style of visiting CF, which is usually for a few minutes at a time, so I put off reading a long story until I can devote the necessary time; the one thing I hate is skimming the story, realise it is good, then going back to read it properly.
 
I think this is about Janka?
If so, ask a Moderator to change it.

Thank You, I am happy that somebody follow the story more accurate than apparently me. I try not to make such a mistake again. Hereby I ask everyone to find not just mistakes but the weak parts and everything that develops the story

The story is intriguing, I cannot guess where it it going, but the girls are certainly suffering. The guard will be busy if he has to escort all of them to the restroom.

There is a chief and an assistant guard, in the first shift Franz. And the girls may get more assistance later.

The short sections suit my style of visiting CF, which is usually for a few minutes at a time, so I put off reading a long story until I can devote the necessary time; the one thing I hate is skimming the story, realise it is good, then going back to read it properly.

I try to keep focus on scenes and concrete persons, which outcrops in short chapters, since there is no that lord-of-the-rings-kind story, they are just stored in the building of Tax Office
 
Part 7

Melania came back after 40-45 minutes, her naked body was shaken by her sobs. Everybody thought it was because she had to go back to the cross. When the couple was passing by Luba, she just whispered if she could be the next. She was hanging again, she could not speak louder because of the tense on her diaphragm.
-Use the toilet! -Melania told her with emphasis in her voice and tears in her eyes then stepped up on the ladder. When she was fixed back and Luba disappeared in the restroom, the other girls continued what was allowed for them: waiting.
After a while they started to learn the cross. With good rhythm the pain could be minimalized, though the discomfort never gone. They accepted that they must hang sometimes, even if it was the most exhausting part. Later the guards were replaced and the other two were also apparently amused by their squirming. One of them took his phone and started filming. Nobody said anything, just turned away their only free part: their heads.
Nobody dared to eat, they appealed to the night. Sometimes somebody weakened and asked for some water. The guard went there with a stool and a bottle and gave her drink. Emilka, a painted blonde girl, the only one who operated her breasts could not stop when the bottle reached her mouth. The others learnt new lessons watching her limbs continuously rubbing each other below her shaved pussy. Her face clearly showed her struggle. Sometimes tears lapsed down on her cheeks. But she was already out that day, so her future was beyond hope. She was thinking about the denouncement of her new body in front of her colleagues. Of course at the beginning nobody told anything, but later Żaneta, a beautiful girl in front of her who was model sometimes besides her job at the company, resting her head attired on the horizontal pole, after a hard struggle for hanging as long as possible to release her feet, staring to the sky, asked:
-Why did you operated them? It was always bigger than mine D one. For them? -Emilka understood that Żaneta was angry because of her desperate situation, and it was not the time to explain her that before her tits hanged down almost to her navel. And how she hated the huge areolas. And she needed something beautiful on her body while her ass was small and flat like of a man. -Well, it is also exposed. -She thought.
The sky became orange then red above them. The girls started to squirm. Hanna asked for a piece of chicken. When the assistant approached, she tried to turn her upper body to left to protect her huge breasts of touching, and leaned forward her neck as much as she could, with opened mouth. It was awkward. Nine o`clock cannot be far much more than an hour.
Around sunset everyone got a pill. Some of them asked what was that, the answer was contraceptive. After some reluctance all of them accepted it to among their lips. When they could not decide on which side of the border they were between grey and dark, all the crucified girl stared at the guard looking at his watch. Than he clapped at last
-OK, ladies, "go to bed"! -He told, then started walking towards them with a hex key. The first cross from the guard post was of Monika. She happened to hang down. She turned her head toward the guy with the pain of lost dignity in her eyes and struggled to close her legs to hide at least the entrance on her loin. With her leftmost position she suffered the most of the gimlet eyes of the guards. Her face was funny and a little bit similar to a baby pig with her strong cheeks and small eyes, but her body was perfect, with wide hips, D breasts and slim belly. She was sure that they stared at her the most.
When the guard walked behind her she did not dare to hang anymore. When she stood back to the footrest with a groan, the guard thanked her. She did not understand, but the girls crucified in front of her looked frantically under her loin.
The guard took down a black plastic bag from a seat that had always been on the ground attached to the vertical pole, then slipped it up a little bit above the knees. At last he fixed it firmly with the hex key. It was like a saddle, could be very comfortable without the two plastic sticks attached to it. Monika could sit down on the saddle with extended, but not stretched arms. The assistant of the guard oiled both of the sticks then wished her a good night.
Before he finished the second saddle below Luba, every girl understood that they would not go down to sleep.
When the guard finished his work and snapped on the weak night light that enlightened the crucifieds from back, the girls found each other standing above the seats. The guards were replaced, but they were still standing. Krystyna tried to sit down and at the same time avoid the sticks, but after some painful attempts she gave up. The sticks were flexible, but just a little bit. She could push them with her ham only 3-4 centimeters away.
Around midnight Agnieszka took a deep breath and started to descend toward the saddle. She had to move her loan forth and back several times to find the position, but the slight flexibility of the sticks helped her open her labias and anus safely, and they were oiled well. When she felt the tip of the sticks inside her vagina and anus, she continued to low down until with a groan of relief and a small pain in her groin she reached the saddle. She tried to understand her feelings. The sitting on the saddle was surprisingly stable, her arms prevent her to fall down, and the sticks inside her helped not to slip down on the mix of the oil and her moist, but her weight was on her hams. The bigger stick was too long and thick for her vagina at first, but she felt how her flexible womanhood was adapting. She would always feel the tip of that, but she might could deal with that. The smaller stick was not painful anyway. She had to learn the movements that she could do without change this.
-It`s OK -She whispered. Judyta also started to descend. She was too fast, her anus expanded too fast, but she did not dare to slip off and try again. She made small movements to ease the pain.
The girls sat down to their "bed" one by one. Hanna fought the most, she had very tight pussy. After some attempts she gave up and called the guard. She was deeply ashamed to be a naked girl, with half opened pussy, asking a favor from a fully clothed man. The guard called his assistant to hold the flashlight, and touched Hanna`s pussy. He stroked it a little bit, but since the ashamed girl could not be moisten, oiled it. After he put his right shoulder to below her left limb, grabbed her ass with his right hand, and the long stick with her left one. His hair touched Hanna`s pubic hair. She yelped because of humiliation and fear, especially when the man started to descend. When his shoulder did not hold her, she tried to stand on her legs, but his right hand pulled her down, and his left hand drove inside her the bigger stick. He did not see her anus, so he probed it with his right fingers, found its two opposite points and drove it onto the tip of the other one. It was easier after the girl`s loin was almost fixed by her vagina already being around the bigger stick.
-Slowly please -The naked girl begged, feeling her holes expanding. The man slipped out of under her, and held her thighs, looking to the sticks slowly being buried in Hanna. She realized that the sticks were transparent silicon, so the man is contemplating the interior of her vagina and anus. The spotlight pointed to her loin from below. They slowly let her down, as she asked. When she sat on the saddle, trying to relax her inner muscles, the guard slapped gently her E breast to say good night, and let her alone.
The guard looked around to find other amusement, when he heard what he expected

-Please, Sir! -It was another naked girl, Emilka.
 
I wondered how they would handle the night, I couldn't believe they would be allowed down for such a long time. Brilliant resolution to that question, Lember. Saddles to allow them to rest while on the cross, but flexible cornus to maintain the humiliation and discomfort. Very nicely done, with the girls forced to choose when to submit to the indignity. Nice touch that one of them needs assistance, too, to her crushing shame.
These girls are being softened up nicely, I look forward to seeing what happens next. What a great team building activity this makes!

Your avatar is from an old Sam Baines manip, isn't it? Is that part of your inspiration for this?

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I wondered how they would handle the night, I couldn't believe they would be allowed down for such a long time.

you did not make your "homework" with introduction rereading, bad boy, or I was too misterious in that

Brilliant resolution to that question, Lember. Saddles to allow them to rest while on the cross, but flexible cornus to maintain the humiliation and discomfort.

you are wrong, it is purely for safety reasons


Your avatar is from an old Sam Baines manip, isn't it? Is that part of your inspiration for this

I was sure that someone links this picture, I just wondered who would be. I am not surprised that it is you
. And yes, she is a kind of inspiration. I am really interested in these modern humiliation situations and a social stockholm syndrome in them
 
Part 8

The guard run the spotlight over her body, and saw that the sleeping sticks were still not buried in her groin. Looking at her narrow hips and small ass he was not surprised.
-Please, I have to go down before -Emilka begged. The guard checked his files.
-You were today, darling. -He said. When he saw the desperate face of the naked girl, stepped closer. his face was just centimetres away of her thigh.
-I can take you down, but you must be obedient. Understand?
-I must go to the toilet. -The girl sobbed -I will do anything, Sir. The guard did not like the girl, but her exposed tits impressed him, and he saw the first opportunity. He pulled the ladder and took down Emilka. She ran inside the restroom with the duck walk of freshly released crucifieds and she almost finished on the toilet when the guard joined him. She still sat there, tried to push out everything before she would be filled again with the sticks. When she came out she found the guard with her panties and arctic grey jeans from the locker in his hand.
-Put it on -He commanded. Emilka was not stupid enough to believe that she would be rescued, but obeyed. The guard was confident. The girl had chosen trousers to enhance her hips as much as possible. And her bare tits were still amazing. He sat down, took out her penis and looked at her. She went to him and knelt down. She felt the smell that evolves in a man`s underpants. She known that the smells and tastes were only her business, this time she was paying. Soon her stamina cleaned the smell. She started the periodic licking and during she somehow enjoyed that she had some clothes on her after almost a day being fully naked.
The man stood up, took away his member and started to jerk it. She known that her job was finished, her only role was to be the cumdump to enhance the unavoidable joy of the man. When she saw the moment coming and opened her mouth she felt herself if she was the toilet behind her that she just had used. The man put his penis on her tongue and emptied it directly to her mouth, trying to keep perfectly clean the floor. At first she just felt the odour, but this time from her own mouth. Just when she collected the product for swallowing she faced the taste that the man above had never. The man checked all her facial expressions during she was dismissing the mess in her throat, driving it through her last taste buds, the bitters. She never understood why the men liked to watch the women dealing with this bad taste of their excretion, when their satisfaction already finished, but this time she did not have to, nobody cared about her feelings. The man pushed his dirty penis to her face indicating that she must clean it too. She licked down the film of semen, feeling that her face remained soggy.

She was wishing for a washbasin, but the man looked at his watch and ordered Emilka to give back the jeans and the panties. She revealed again in front of the guard her shaved pussy and flat ass, and within five minutes she found herself on her cross again, tied out naked. She still felt the taste in her mouth and hoped that the cum on her face was not so visible. She waited for the other man and asked some juice. He went to the trolley, but the satisfied guard stopped him, still staring at her face. He understood that his semen was still working on her tastebuds, and he enjoyed it. She waited to the guard replacement with the next try. The taste had gone by then and she was very sleepy. The man who brought the juice was disappointed that he could not have a look inside her vagina across the plastic stick and stopped her feeding when she still wanted to drink, but Emilka did not mind. She learnt that she had to keep limits. She started to work on accept the saddle. as all the others.
 
Part 9

Moans and other little sounds: clinking, rubbing continued in sleeping time too. The girls were sitting physically comfortably, but they could fall asleep just for seconds, but later for longer and longer period, as they became more tired. By two or three o`clock even 4-5 minutes. Some of them asked their daily release to have a quick piss then sleep half an hour horizontally, in bed, but others did not want to use their possibility yet. Krystyna woke up to light on her loan. The assistant and one of his friend filmed the bottom of the saddle with a phone, obviously to see the secrets of her fanny. When she called them miserable balls, they drawn away.
Sometimes they woke up to the feeling of peeing themselves, but it was just moisture that periodically sprayed out on micro-pores of the sticks to keep them wet. It could be observed on empty crosses which owner was in restroom. But mostly they roused to small balance-changing, dropping of their head down from their shoulder, or neck-ache if they fallen asleep with hanging head. They had several dreams that evening, since they were between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Luba was on a metal concert again, The Disturbed was playing. She was in black sleeveless top, and black jeans, to which she attached a chain along her right hip and ham. She did not forget proper makeup: black, but with some glittering to harmonize with the metal chain on her ass. When David Draiman blasted up the track at the end of the Droppin` Plates, she started jumping in ecstasy, the chain hit her ass, her arms were reached up. Feeling her tits flying, she looked down to see if the casual top and lacy bra was secure, but the top and the jeans disappeared, and she saw her naked, clammy body. Her arms still were up.
Regina was dancing too. She was awaken up by a small contradiction. She did the hula dance, which she known but never had learnt. It was turned out that she just felt her lurching.
Hanna was thinking at her home, after work what was the pressure in her belly: Whether her stomach protested against fat lunch, her kidney got cold or her menses was approaching. She did not like the recognition that in the reality she was filled with something solid from outside.
After 4-5 hours the sticks were not like a penis or a gynecologist tool. Their pussies and assholes were softened and adapted. They felt the stranger object inside instead, somehow its tip like itching and tickling, especially the smaller one. Judyta was so upset of this that she stood up for a while 2-3 times, but she fallen asleep in standing position also after a while, which was scary and dangerous, so she had to sit back into her silicon tormenters.
The circle of falling asleep and awaking became infinite, but meanwhile somehow they could rest some altogether. Some of them felt disappointment at seven o`clock, when the hope built up that they could get rid off sleepiness. The guards were walking around with the hex keys and towels. The girls stood back to their feet before their seats would be taken away. After descending the saddles the guards cleaned them with the towel and covered them with the black plastic bag. Others woke up to the feeling that the sticks were pulled out from their loin and the well-known strain in their arms came back. In this case sometime the guard touched the stick with bare hand to feel the body heat and the smell of the pussy of the girl who watched his activity from above. Soon 23 naked girls stood on their footrests with soaked pubic hairs, asking for some juice, fruits and snacks.
The morning shift was fresh and excited. The girls were here more than 20 hours, but they did not see them before. During feeding assistants tried to stand as closed as possible. The girls with bigger tits sometimes felt that their boobs brushed along the shirt of their feeder. The men apparently enjoyed the game to feed them as if they were children or puppies. When a girl accepted a bait, the man wiped her lips, sometimes fondled her cheek or chin. They often happened to put their other hand the the shoulder of the girl, or lower, especially if she had pretty tits. It did not help in eating, which was hard enough without hands. Janka dropped a bait out of her mouth. After she tried chewing with head lifted up. The guards willingly wiped clean them between their boobs. During some more men entered the court. They moved toward their offices and gazed along the exhibition of naked women. Some of the exhibiteds looked back challengingly, some looked down or up.

A new day started for the crucifieds.
 
Part 10

The girls were quite experienced crux-dancers by the second day. But they badly suffered of idleness. Sometimes they had a bite or drink, the released ones ran to the toilet, after stroke their feet, slept some minutes, others had a shower, all naked and in front of the assistant. The ones who slept were sure that some photo had taken. The order of unleashing was fixed after the first round. Melania started, than Luba came and Emilka also in her time, regardless her extra releasement.
The only event was the turning up of their boss in the gate with a bureaucrat. They just crossed the court, not went to the changing room. His attendant was explaining him something about numbers and financial statements, and walked so slowly, that the director became really embarrassed. He apparently wanted to fled as soon as possible from the court and the sight of his exposed employees. But it was at most five minutes, than boredom descended again. Luba was checking the patterns in the steel of her footrest, at least what she saw across her D breasts, standing very straight. Melania was beholding the sky and the clouds instead of. Hanna was spitting to a target on the ground, but when she hit accidentally one of her breast, she stopped. Otylia, a new employee with curly hair tied back, who was so closed to her twentieth birthday that her slim, disproportionate body might be still changing, rested her head on the horizontal pole and was humming softly a song. Marianna, an usually nice girl on her left became more and more upset because of this. She and her friend, Krysia, an older, but adorable woman, who was crucified almost on the opposite side of her, looked at each other sometimes, and Krysia could calm her down without words. Żaneta, forgetting herself played with her tits, trying to move her upper body to make them colliding. She was the first who yielded, called the guard and just endured a senseless shagging for doing something else than just standing with stretched arms. After the assistant came on her beautiful belly and narrowly trimmed pubic hair, at least she could be alone for 45 minutes, had a shower, hair wash, and in the remaining time she was checking the clothes of her colleagues in the lockers as if she was in a costume shop.
Agnieszka could bear the life on the cross, but she called often the guard for several reasons: Feeling her menses to come she asked for menstruation wings, than accepted the tampon of which the guard had a set. Other time she asked for scratching an itch on her upper arm, which she did not reach with her head. Again later asked for wiping of her forehead, armpit, at last the bottom of her tit, anywhere the sweat was collected. Guards were enthusiastic to help the naked girl who tried to talking to them as if her exposed pubic hair wasn`t at their eye level. She apparently tried to establish emotional contact for some reason, but before she could achieved something, guards had been replaced, and no one came back who had been on the court once.
Judyta besides her acted like she was not following her neighbour`s efforts. She tried to escape, stop thinking and go out of awareness. She found a game: She tried to count her breaths and concentrating on this and nothing else. It was really hard. Not just the strains and pains must have been excluded, but pity things also: words, images, memories coming up from her mind. From outside she looked very apathetic, standing slightly bend and looking to exactly the same, tenuous point.

Regina also called the guards frequently, but she was very nasty with them. She mapped her rights, for drink and food, releasements, and she never asked, but commanded angrily. Other times she had indignant questions about anything or even nothing. Her neighbours, Olga and Krysia looked at her scared, but the guards enjoyed the behaviour of the girl. It wasn`t authentic and believable at all from a naked, bounded girl. She finished her actions at last when during one of her argument with a guard an office worker came in to ask something from him. The guard asked some patience, than they were talking for fifteen minutes about a task that the guard apparently was doing out of his four hour duty on the court. While Regina was listening to the conversation of the two clothed men who absolutely ignored the naked girl hanging exactly above them, she gradually filled up with shame and indignity. After 15 minutes the two men left her. The guard -still talking- was seeing slowly his colleague off. The other man -as he was leaving- put his right hand for a moment to the limb of Krysia, who was hanging down at the moment to ease her feet. Just for a second, just as it was a handrail. This time the tears filled up the eyes of Regina, the younger, prettier girl, whose tiny tits pushed her several levels below the fifteen years older, but well-shaped woman, now, when both were naked.
 
Part 11

Żaneta was around to die of be bored. She calculated: She was the third one a day before who was forced to undress. It was before midday when she dropped her grey jeans, striped white top and black coat in front of that guard and was being tied out to there with exposed sex. It was more than 24 hours, maybe thirty. They were somewhere in the afternoon.
In the first hours she was angry and desperate because of the feeling of inability to do something against the men who stared at her boobs without her permission. After a day she would be happy of any feeling that should feel emptiness. The annoyance was there, she was just getting tired of being angry. She has been thinking over her best vacations, small stories from whole of her life. After that she played her favourite movies in her mind, than all the other he remembered. She tried that terrible shagging which was offered to her that morning, and she got her reward, but just five-ten minutes after she was fixed back, it was like nothing had happened.
She was not able to be alone anymore, but understood that nobody would talk to her in other topics than her pussy for rent. They were not willing to get that she was naked only for security reasons. But when she noticed that guy who just ran along the court, she known that she would stop him. He was a short, bald, slightly overweighted chappy, that kind who got used to the fact that nobody would sleep with him, and in the same time he was the "favourite boy" to talking freely with, without the exhausting games that men and women always played with each other.
-Please, would you mind talking to me? Just for ten minutes. -She set her cap at the lad. -You cannot imagine how boring it is to standing here tied all the day. -The guy stopped and looked at her suspiciously. It was strange to him that a naked, moreover beautiful woman called at him.
-Boring? -That was all she could ask back. Żaneta did not let him.
-Yes. This investigation started yesterday. They told that it can be several days. I will die without my friends, job, phone, TV. -She tried to smile.
-Doesn`t it hurt?
-Not a Cabrio seat, but I can manage. -She tried not to speak about crucifixion issues. She wanted the guy to disconnect from the topic and treat her normally. She still allowed herself a joke.
-....Meanwhile let me say I would push up this footrest to the ass of who designed it. -And other things too, parallel -She added in her mind, remembering the last night and the feeling of the sticks inside her. But she did not say it. -It`s bloody narrow. What is your name? -She asked to change the topic. The guy told that he was Pawel and he was doing something IT stuff at the Office, but during explanation he was staring at her loin. Not directly her pussy, but her eyes were gazing the tiny shaved but already regrowing hairs around her narrow pubic hair so accurately as if he wanted to draw a map about that. Altogether she understood that, but kept trying.
-We call it high waist in the fashion. You know, the wide hips and big distance between belly and the beginning of thighs. But I know you guys call it wide-screen cunt. -She wanted to confuse the boy with astonishing jokes and sincerity. She known that it would be hard to conduct a normal conversation, but she was desperate enough to keep trying. She initiated the next distracting operation.
-I don`t like this part of my body, and now I have to show it to everyone, but in fashion there are solutions. Could you please look at the picture below me? -She recognized gladly that she succeeded. The eyes detached from her private part. She kept speaking.
Do you see the belt of my jeans? The purpose of that huge buckle is exactly that. To break the space. The low waist jeans are also for that, but it works only in less extreme case, for me it would mean daily friendship with the razor, I hope you understand. But chains, tassels, everything can be variated. -She tried again a question. -Do you like that dress I had worn before my arrestment? -The boy answered:
-It`s pretty, and I understand what you want to tell, comparing the pic and the reality. But I like the lighter colors better. Look at this girl from our HR. -He raised his phone toward the face of the fixed woman in front of her. -What do you think? - Żaneta saw on the wallpaper a pretty girl, but dressed following the trend of something rural from the last year. But at least she saw a woman in clothes. It pleased her. So she lied in favor of the boy.
-Is it your girlfriend? -The man put away the phone and shook his head vexedly. Żaneta just wanted to show that she would imagine that Pawel can have a girlfriend. She smiled to him.
-Get out your phone! I give you my Instagram profile. There are plenty of images there made at a fashion agency by professional photographers. -It worked. They started to talking about the favourite topics of the girl. It was hard that she could not point with fixed wrists on details of the pics that Pawel opened, but with eyes and nose she could manage it. After half an hour they were talking about movies, famous people, and laughed a lot. Than the man put his hand to the bare foot of the girl. She moved her toes to indicate gently that she did not like this, but the man did not care.
-I can have you taken down. Do you want? Do you want to come with me to the restroom? -Żaneta understood that the conversation has ended. She tried to be polite.
-Sorry, darling, but no. I have boyfriend. I hope you understand. She thought that it was another topic and not worth to mention that she had already yielded to the penis of another man that morning. The man in front of her became very angry.

-OK, don`t worry. Bye. -And he turned around and left her. Żaneta did not understand how he hurt him. She had the right of refusal. But it was another thing she could think for a while at least.
 
Part 12

Luba was lying on her back and waited the guard to finish her pounding. His penis was small enough not to feel so much of it. When he drifted off the monotonous shagging and grabbed her tit to get back, well, that was uncomfortable a little. She was after her rest. She would had preferred to do her duty first, but it was not her decision.
Copulation was almost as long as the rewarded time itself by then. The man was old. During Krystyna arrived for her regular break and went to the toilet. She started listening outside, where something happened. She took a grip on herself, grabbed the ass of the man with her hand on which the mark of the leather cuff was still visible, and asked him to change hole. She thought that this small member would be not so painful. The man started to heave and mumbling on a disgusting way, than pushed himself in her asshole.
She was right, it was not worse than the sleeping saddle, just it was moving in and out. But it did not take long time, within a minute he pulled it out and pushed it between her lips.
After she swallowed the most disgusting semen she ever tasted, rose up and went out.
It was sleeping time since half an hour. The second day was less painful, but more exhausting than the first, so most of the girls were unconscious. That`s why she did not want to wait hours for a less ugly guy to come down for a break. The other guard was arguing with two other workers who held some aluminium table.
-You late seriously -He told them angrily
-You wanted good job, that means some Photoshop edition. We speak about 23 girls. -OK, do that. Why should I care? -He answered. The workers approached the crosses and started to fix the tables. They did not use screws, they hit a tin-stripe around the vertical pole, just below the feet, which fixed the tables there. It did not really help the sleeping and the girl whose table was being fixed, felt all the vibration on her ass, even inside it across the sticks. It was not like vibrator, but more like electrocution. Some could not even stand up, or if yes, sat back as quick as she could safely, because on aluminium footrest it was much worse than across silicon sticks.
-I had a lucky choice -Luba thought.

When she was approaching her cross again, she checked the tables. They were sheets with some data about them, and a big picture on which the owner of the cross was photographed on the first day, in their clothes. The most shocking was her own. She almost forgot which of her clothes she wore on that day, but the difference between her and the girl on the picture was staggering. That innocent, well-dressed girl would never offer her asshole to an old stranger, as she did it so easily a few minutes before. She felt a pushing on her back. She understood it and walked up on the steps.


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Part 12

Luba was lying on her back and waited the guard to finish her pounding. His penis was small enough not to feel so much of it. When he drifted off the monotonous shagging and grabbed her tit to get back, well, that was uncomfortable a little. She was after her rest. She would had preferred to do her duty first, but it was not her decision.
Copulation was almost as long as the rewarded time itself by then. The man was old. During Krystyna arrived for her regular break and went to the toilet. She started listening outside, where something happened. She took a grip on herself, grabbed the ass of the man with her hand on which the mark of the leather cuff was still visible, and asked him to change hole. She thought that this small member would be not so painful. The man started to heave and mumbling on a disgusting way, than pushed himself in her asshole.
She was right, it was not worse than the sleeping saddle, just it was moving in and out. But it did not take long time, within a minute he pulled it out and pushed it between her lips.
After she swallowed the most disgusting semen she ever tasted, rose up and went out.
It was sleeping time since half an hour. The second day was less painful, but more exhausting than the first, so most of the girls were unconscious. That`s why she did not want to wait hours for a less ugly guy to come down for a break. The other guard was arguing with two other workers who held some aluminium table.
-You late seriously -He told them angrily
-You wanted good job, that means some Photoshop edition. We speak about 23 girls. -OK, do that. Why should I care? -He answered. The workers approached the crosses and started to fix the tables. They did not use screws, they hit a tin-stripe around the vertical pole, just below the feet, which fixed the tables there. It did not really help the sleeping and the girl whose table was being fixed, felt all the vibration on her ass, even inside it across the sticks. It was not like vibrator, but more like electrocution. Some could not even stand up, or if yes, sat back as quick as she could safely, because on aluminium footrest it was much worse than across silicon sticks.
-I had a lucky choice -Luba thought.

When she was approaching her cross again, she checked the tables. They were sheets with some data about them, and a big picture on which the owner of the cross was photographed on the first day, in their clothes. The most shocking was her own. She almost forgot which of her clothes she wore on that day, but the difference between her and the girl on the picture was staggering. That innocent, well-dressed girl would never offer her asshole to an old stranger, as she did it so easily a few minutes before. She felt a pushing on her back. She understood it and walked up on the steps.



Wonderful idea and brilliantly done. Another step in the relentless breaking down of these girls, ordinary women placed in an extraordinary situation. I look forward to the next chapter.
 
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