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Correction

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A purely fictional story. The plot was invented by my GF.
I think you'll like it here. Note, it's long.


Adam, Artur and Ania were 19 years old.

The rebellious teenagers did what the youth of their age usually do. Their youth, however, lasted at a time that was not conducive to pranks.

That day, all three of them, a bit drunk, spent their time breaking into abandoned factory buildings. They were unlucky. Very bad luck. Just as they were about to leave the area, a police car rolled around the corner.
As soon as they saw the vehicle, they started to flee. Even though they spent most of their free time on Urban Exploration, they were quite fit and couldn't win the race against the car. They nearly ran away, the hole in the fence behind which the dense forest began, was within sight. The police car was faster. Two officers were already leaving the vehicle. There was no way out.
- Stop!
A uniformed man shouted. Young adventurers on the run turned between the buildings. A small street in factory buildings seemed to be the only way to freedom. After several dozen meters, hope met the wall.
They already knew they had serious problems.
- Stop! You are under arrest!
The policemen were already there.
- Hands to the wall! Already! One of the policemen growled sternly.
Adam, Artur and Ania obeyed the order, there was no point in resisting the armed policemen. One of the officers began a search. He pulled out their wallets. The other was on the radio.
When he had finished, he turned to the detainees in a softer tone,
- Come on kids, now you guys got hooked.
They were handcuffed. It lasted for a while, for teenagers a very long while, when a police van pulled up.
- Get in, one of the policemen ordered them, we're going to the police station.
They were placed in the van, the vehicle door slammed.
- We're fucked, said Adam. The boy was a slim, tall brunette. This year he went to college and played for the school football team.
- What will they do to us? Ania asked. Ania went to class with Artur, she was tall for a girl and graciously endowed by nature, which made all of Adam and Artur's girlfriends jealous of their friendships.
- For now we're going to jail, but this time we have serious problems, continued Adam.
- We didn't do anything, Arthur said. Artur was Adam's best friend, he was a guitarist in a rock band, but he was an outsider at school. He wore long blonde hair.
- We must have a night in jail, Ania said, the old folks will probably not get us out.
- Mine for sure not, Arthur said.
- They'll probably scare us and let us go, added Adam.
During this conversation, they passed time in a police van. They drove to the police station.
- Come on out kids, just be polite, said the policeman.
They were handcuffed, the policemen took them to the commandant, where all the formalities were carried out.
- You will be charged tomorrow, the commander said indifferently, and now you will be escorted to your cells.
Each of the friends found themselves in a separate cell where they spent the night. Parents were reported to have been detained and they were supposed to supply the detainees with personal utensils and clothes.
Young detainees were awakened in the morning. The door to Adam's cell opened. The boy was surprised to see his father.
- Come on, sonny, you made a mess.
- What did they tell you, Dad?
- You have very serious charges
- But we didn't do anything wrong!
- I know, but you know what's happening in politics right now. They fight against the demoralization of youth, I think they want to make an example of you.
- Dad, do you know anything more?
- I only know that your allegations will be considered by some fanatic, I think it may be serious.
"Your mother told me to bring you this, you have some clothes here." They ordered the razor to be left in front of the entrance.
- You have five more minutes! The guard patrolling the corridor exclaimed
- They introduced some law on counteracting youth crime. Adam's father said. I think we'll find out more in a few hours.
- Thanks, Dad!
- Take care, son ...
The door closed again and Adam was left alone with his thoughts. He unpacked the things. A few T-shirts, boxer shorts, a towel, cosmetics, some food. He hadn't expected to be here that long.
At that time, Artur and Ania also had guests.
Around noon, the cell doors opened and all three were led out of the cells.
-Are you OK guys? Ania asked.
The boys nodded.
-The prosecutor is waiting for you, the guard smiled, you also have guests from the capital. There's even a lady from TV.
They looked at each other surprised, the policeman led them to a large room on the first floor.
Before entering, they were handcuffed again. A few gray-haired men in suits sat in the wood-paneled room. There was also a woman in her forties, a presenter of a major news issue.
- Ladies and gentlemen, he spoke from the center, three utterly demoralized criminals in front of us. The charges presented by the prosecutor are terrifying. Disturbance of public order, break-in with property damage, resistance to arrest, leaving school, numerous acts of undermining the authority of the state. Ladies and gentlemen, we still hope to rehabilitate these young people.
The TV presenter lit a cigarette.
- Our ministerial expert team has developed a correction program for such cases. End of indulging in crime among young people. Our correction program is designed for rehabilitation through punishment. I would like the inauguration of the program to be broadcast on national television tomorrow.
Finally the prosecutor spoke.
- Ladies and gentlemen, the young people we see in front of us mocked the rule of law and its order, put themselves outside the margins of society. The majesty of your country has been humiliated, and I am very pleased with the correction program that is being implemented. I am asking for the chairman of the expert team to speak.
The lights were off, and a man in his thirties got up from the table where the officials were sitting.
- My name is Professor Hardbridge, I will briefly present to you the solutions to our youth crime correction program. We have been lenient too long. Young adults aged 19-25 are responsible for 60% of all crimes. Our research proves that the best punishment that will be remembered and that will have the social effect we want is one that breaks the young man's rebellion. The Romans were the civilization that was most effective in breaking the rebellion. Young adult offenders need to know that the punishment will be painful, exhausting, public and humiliating. Based on historical experience, we have developed a correction process.
- Please turn on the presentation, the expert ordered.
A board with captions appeared on the projector.
- We'll start with the method. How in a controlled manner can the state, for rehabilitation purposes, at the same time inflict pain on the offender, exhaust the convict, humiliate him, and all this to break the rebellion that leads to crimes? How to do this, without bloodshed, in public?
- next slide please!
- Here we see a tool that makes it possible to achieve these goals.
Adam, Artur and Ania saw a large wooden letter T in the 3D rendering.
- Ladies and gentlemen, this is the crux commissa. The Romans nailed criminals to such tools. Death on the crux was considered the most disgraceful. The Romans sentenced to such death a narrow group of crimes. The condemned man died for a long time, usually for a few days suffocating slowly. The convicts were crucified naked. It was a very effective tool for discouraging violations of the position of power.
- However, we mean rehabilitation! Another slide please! He continued.
- I will describe the procedure for you.
The slide showed three figures tied to the torture device. Ania, Artur and Adam were too shocked to say something.
- Criminals are transported to detention directly from the place of crime. The procedure begins here. If they are listed as demoralized in the database, the prosecutor may decide on a correction process. Correction is taken immediately. Arrests, fines, community service, these tools do not work on demoralized youth.
- The next step is to conduct medical examinations, which in the case of men are used to choose the first or the second method. As you can see, the person subjected to the correction process is placed on the crux in underwear. The third method was designed for women. Unfortunately, also young women are committing crimes. The women will be placed facing the tool. The point is for the girl to be humiliated by publicly exposing her breasts. The standards prohibit showing female nudity, so the silhouette of a female person is partially obscured by a crux pole, so that the nudity is not complete.
- Why three methods? The prosecutor asked.
- The first method is for criminals with a strong physical condition. During the correction process, the criminal is not fighting the state, but the gravity. The body of the person thus placed falls under its own weight, making breathing difficult. The offender therefore has to lift himself up using the muscles of the legs or arms. It's a grueling process. The second method is intended for criminals in a weaker condition. The offender's arms are placed behind the bar, thanks to which the body gains some support. The third method is just an inverted version of the first method. For women in weaker condition, however, we have provided a buttock support that allows her to go through the entire process. Our psychological department estimated that making all the physiological processes of criminals public will result in serious discomfort, which, like the physical aspect, is a comprehensive element of the correction process.
- Professor - asked the woman from the television program, how long does the correction process take?
- From noon to noon. It can't be just a couple of hours.
- Next slide please! Hardbridge ordered.
- On the slide, we can see additional elements that allow the criminal to remain on the tool without endangering the life of the criminal throughout the entire process.
- Depending on the needs, no later than six hours after the start, a peg is installed under the criminal's crotch, slightly above the criminal's lower descent position. As you can see, in this position the inmate does not have the full possibility of free breathing. No later than the eighth hour of the process, we raise the peg a little higher. We place it then at an angle of 45 '
- For what purpose? The journalist asked
- in the case of the first two methods, the peg will then press against the condemned man's prostate, thus preventing sitting. And most of all, a sleep. In the third method, it will be between the anus and the vagina, with the same effect.
- In the last stage, if necessary, the convicts will be tied under the armpits to a horizontal beam.
- YOU ARE FUCKED UP !!!! Ania shouted.
- You see! The prosecutor began, that the introduction of methods of the correction process is necessary!
- Get the convicts out!
Ania, Adam and Artur were led out of the room.
The participants discussed a few more hours, about the patterns of information boards placed under the feet of the convicts, about the marketing aspects of setting correction points, and about traffic statistics in individual places.
The door to Arthur's cell swung open.
- Boy, you go to a medical examination. The guard ordered.
The boy was resigned and shocked. Very scared. In a cramped office sat one of the clerks and a nurse.
- Arthur Take off your shirt and pants, the nurse said softly.
The boy pulled the t-shirt over his head in one move. He took off his shoes and unbuckled the belt from his shorts. He was wearing only loose cotton briefs. He was proud of his body, his shoulders slim but with sharply defined muscles. A broad, flat, hairless chest, golden hair fell to his collarbones. On his flat belly, a strip of stubble ran towards his underpants. He was thin and athletic young men.
He was weighed and measured. The nurse measured the circumference of his chest and arms. A clerk in a suit was writing something down in a notebook.
- Second method. Next!
Arthur, with his clothes in his hand, barefoot, was led to the cell. He only had one thought - not to be broken.
Adam entered the office.
- You're perverts, he said to the guy in the suit.
- We're turning you back from the wrong path, the man replied.
- Undress, Adam, the nurse said.
Adam was standing on the scales in black loose boxer shorts. He was deeply tanned, with two prominent columns of muscles on his stomach, clearly sculpted chest, and strong shoulders.
After the examination, the office guy barked,
- The first method.
Ania was the last to enter. She was not ordered to undress.
- No buttock support.
- Fuck you bastard, the girl hissed.
The day is over. They hardly slept at night, if only for a short time.
They were awakened by the serving of food. To their surprise, it is rich and caloric.
Later, they were taken to the bathhouse.
- Here are your utensils, shavers too, to make you look nice on TV! The guard who was guarding them laughed.
Adam shaved his face and stomach after a shower, he had no hair on his chest. Arthur removed the hair from under the armpits. Ania decided to use the time for epilation.
- Hard training ahead of us, Arthur tried to joke.
-Yeah, Ania tried to smile, I wonder where they will crucify us ...
- It's easy, where the greatest traffic ...
- Let's not let them win, let's not shout, let's not ask, said Adam seriously.
His friends just nodded
At that moment, when they were getting dressed, a policewoman approached them.
- They're fucking you. I have a painkiller for you. Swallow quickly.
They received gratefully.
- Look, wear loose underwear in dark colors. You will be there for a long time...
The guard escorted them to their cells. They changed clothes and waited.
Eventually, each cell's door swung open.
It was 11 am. A hot June day.
Two guards entered each cell. They started with Ania, into whose cell two uniformed women entered.
- Take off your shoes and pants. Leave the T-shirt for now.
The boys were led out in boxer shorts.
They were taken to a van.
They moved on. Too scared to talk. The journey wasn't long. They brought them ... to the little lawn by the parking lot of the shopping mall. Right in the city center.
As they got out, they saw TV cameras, there were plenty of them. There was a crowd of people standing around the fenced-in area of the correction point.
In the center, in a row, were three crux supported on racks. With large white boards, nailed at 1/4 of the height of the post. On the boards they could read their names and surnames in large black letters on a white background.
You first, they pulled Adam out of the van, the TV announcer was standing in the background, broadcasting the material live, the TV was admitted to the whole trial.
- Adam, you are the first young man to undergo the correction process, what do you want to tell your peers?
- We didn't do anything! groaned the tied boy. His palms and wrists were secured to the beam with a wide, soft, webbing tape. The legs were bent at the knees and the feet were placed over each other.
The cross had not been raised yet, it was intended to raise all three simultaneously.
They tied Arthur. His arms were fastened with straps behind the beam, quite narrowly spaced apart, his knees bent quite strongly under his buttocks, tying his feet next to each other.
-Artur, do you feel that you deserve to be crucified? The journalist asked
-Fuck Off! The boy shouted
Finally they brought Ania.
-Lie face to the beam, baby.
One of the guards said.
While she was lying down, her T-shirt and bra were pulled off. Her hands were tied to the crossbar, then both feet together on one of the side edges of the torture device.
-Ania, do you regret the crimes committed? Asked the journalist leaning over
The girl had tears in her eyes. From the profile, the shape of her breast was clearly visible ...
-You're fucking animals, she began, perverts! she screamed out.
 
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At the TV van, the team worked on the live material, the news presenter spoke in an excited voice ...
-... three demoralized young adults are about to start the newly inaugurated youth correction program. The program will cover young adults aged 19 - 25, caught in the act ...
-... It's 11.50 am, the correction tools will be lifted up in a few minutes. A representative of the ministry is just informing three young people about the process, water is being given at the moment ...
-... Ladies and gentlemen, the correction process is starting, these three criminals will remain on crux tools until noon tomorrow. Professor Hardbridge, the originator of the correction method, is with us, professor,
please tell us what we see right now?
- Dear viewers, the tools have just been raised, as you can see the criminals are now in a position as if they were kneeling with their arms extended above their heads. They are now confused and stunned by adrenaline. Please look at the young man on the middle tool. It undergoes correction using the second method. Please pay attention to the work of the chest, this young man cannot breathe freely, we are about to see how he gets up using the muscles of his legs...
- Professor, please tell us briefly about the correction methods
- The method we have developed is designed to break young people by maximizing physical and mental discomfort. Our team consists of doctors, physiotherapists, physiologists and psychologists. The corrective process is controlled and designed not to be life-threatening. The public nature of the correction is to maximize the consequences for the offender and to deter offenses, thus preventing the commission of crimes.
- We see a woman on the last tool, Professor Hardbridge's comment please ...
- Most crimes are committed by young men, but unfortunately also women. Our team found it very difficult to develop a corrective method for women so as not to violate public morals. You can see the effect of our compromises. This young woman experiences the psychological discomfort of forced public exposure, while the social impact is limited. She is physically suffering the same as her colleague on the first tool.

The crosses were raised. All three friends dropped as their bound arms and knees range allowed. They immediately realized that they couldn't take a complete breath. Adam was panicked, he was throwing his head from side to side, trying to break free from the embrace of the cross. Arthur tried to gasp frantically. It was Ania who showed them how to fight the cross. Screaming in frustration, humiliation, anger, all the emotions tormenting her, she stretched her legs up, standing on trembling legs, still screaming. After a while Adam and Artur also started their dance on crosses.

The place of their torment was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. People stopped cars to see the event, which had been announced on TV for two days. Every element of the process was recorded with hundreds of mobile phones, photographed and commented on.
The elders agreed that the method was brutal but necessary, and the youth thoughtlessly commented on the appearance and behavior of their peers. The boys couldn't take their eyes off Ania, the girls were commenting on Artur and Adam in a whisper. A large part of the audience was simply shocked.

Arthur, gritting his teeth again, lowered himself to the lower position, he felt every muscle stretching painfully now, how the tendons on his shoulders were literally tearing out ... Drops of sweat were dripping down his face with the effort. He looked down. He was kneeling in his legs, abs struggling for every shallow breath, ribs almost tore out of his skin. He looked up higher. A cameraman was standing in front of him, transmitting every skin, every grimace, every groan of pain and every drop of sweat all over the country. On his left hand, he saw Ania writhing on her cross, the girl seemed completely absorbed in trying to find a position that would give a moment of respite. Adam hung on the right side, their eyes met, the boy tried to lift his friend's spirits, an attempt to smile was suppressed by a grimace of effort. The effort to stay in a position where it was possible to breathe freely was very difficult for Arthur.

The camera operator focused on transmitting Ania's crucifixion. Moaning, the girl pulled herself to the top position. Ania dug her fingers into the crossbar of the torture device, trying to stay on top as long as possible. Her arms trembled, her skin wet with sweat, the slender muscles of a young woman were clearly visible, the sight of their constant movement was hypnotizing. Loud, groaning breaths ... Ania's dark blond hair fell down to the shoulder blades, the tips were already wet with sweat. The screenwriter told the cameraman to take shots to the side and back of the cross. A close-up of the face, a capture of the chest expanding in rapid, hurried breaths, sliding down, belly, crotch and legs.
Rear view of the cross. A quick shot, a print, in every position one of Annia's breasts was always visible ...

Eventually the cameraman passed on to broadcast Adam.
The man was in the bottom position. Shallow breaths, squeezed eyelids, a groan, a young guy pulls up to the top position ...
-uhh ... fuuuuck ... grunts.
Another series of deep breaths, trying to block the knees. Drops of sweat trickle down from Adam's face.

Adam looks around the crowd before gravity forces him to slide down into a suffocating position. He sees laughing, cheerful faces of onlookers, a few people arguing with rage, teenagers shouting vulgar comments to Ania. The crowd is really big. Finally, he freezes in shock.
Television is interviewing his parents. Against the background of this sick absurdity!
Arthur's mother and Ania's parents are also here!

-... Do you think Adam's behavior will change after the correction process? A young reporter in a carefully selected suit was asking questions.
"Adam has done nothing to deserve such barbaric treatment!" The boy's father replied quickly.
"Oh, just get him off it ..." Adam's mother said with tears in her eyes.
-You know that 60% of crimes against public order are committed by young people aged 19-25?
-Listen man, Adam's father was irritated, my son has nothing to do with it, and you are doing the Middle Ages here!

The boy's mother noticed that her son was watching the whole scene from his cross in disbelief. The reporter, expecting an outburst of emotions, signaled the cameraman to film what was going to happen.
-Adam, Adam, baby! We're with you! She screamed in tears.
She began to tear at the railings surrounding the place of execution.
-Let me go to my child, sadists! Get him off!

The humiliation of 19 yo man reached its zenith. He heard his mother scream, saw his father trying to calm her down. He saw friends and buddies, some really painfully saddened, some with sneering smiles. He could not rest in the lower position.
Not in the down position, not in boxer shorts, in obscene stride, almost naked.
He got up quickly, straightened his legs, which were trembling with the effort. He coughed.
-Daa .. Daaad. Get mom out of here ... He moaned with an effort.
If anything could have made what was happening to him even worse, it was the presence of his mother.

Arthur's mother looked at her son, covering her mouth. The journalist also approached her. In the background of the shot, her son was hanging on the cross. In front of the whole city. In a grotesque position, in panties only.
-Do you think Artur was rightly punished?
-Please take him off ...
-Artur has committed serious crimes. The correction process is to help him! The reporter entered the role with commitment.
-How is that supposed to help him ?! It hurts him! A woman screamed in anger.
The boy on the cross was just trying to control his breathing. Find some way to stay in the top position.

Obviously, Ania could not see that her parents were standing in front of her cross, maybe 5 or 7 meters away. In the position in which she was placed, she could see either the two boys hanging on the crosses or a crowd of people staring at her. She didn't want to hear their conversations, their whistles, their screams ...
As soon as the journalist approached Ania's parents, brought here by the police, he became a participant in the quarrel.
-What station are you from, you idiot ?! the girl's father said angrily.
-I'm going to sue your boss! This is your last interview, bewildered!
-Do you not understand that your daughter's mistakes can now be a warning
for young people all over the country? The journalist asked provocatively.
-I don't give a shit!
The girl's mother just stood in front of the camera, shaken by spasms of crying.

Within an hour of the start of the correction process, the crowd began to thin.
The three nearly naked young people on the crosses moved and groaned. Sometimes the rhythm of groans, gasping of the crucified, as the bodies rose and fell to the rhythm of the breathing, was disturbed by a cry of pain or a curse. The show became boring for a large group of viewers. The sky was cloudless, the temperature was still rising to reach its peak in the afternoon. Another one came to the suffering of the condemned. Dehydration. Their lips were completely dry.
Earlier, just before the crosses were raised, one of the officials presented to them all the points of the correction process. They didn't listen.
If they could concentrate their attention then, they would know that during the day they will get water every hour. That the last double dose of water will be dispensed at ten o'clock in the evening, when each of them will also get 200g of protein. They will start the next day with the same amount at six in the morning ...

They started with Ania. Two female guards put up a ladder under the bar.
-Your half a liter of electrolytes, honey, the guard said with false sympathy, handing the girl isotonic in her mouth.
The girl drank really ravenously. An hour of maximum effort in full sun, plus stress!
-More! Ania groaned
-Another portion in an hour! The female guard laughed.
The ladder was now under Arthur's cross.
-Half a liter of fluids. The female guard showed no emotion. The boy drank as greedily as Ania before, a large part of the liquids flowed down the condemneds body.
After emptying the bottle, Arthur looked at the guard expectantly.
-Giii... ve me uhh a little more!
-You'll get in an hour.

Eventually, Adam was also given a drink. He knew he wouldn't get any more water. He did not ask.

Immediately after they got the water, they suffered another humiliation. The management of the High School they attended had been ordered by the police to bring everyone in their year. All nineteen-year-olds. Two weeks before the end of the school year. They were to watch their colleagues undergo the correction process. A cautionary tale.
Adam only felt ashamed of the teachers watching him. Most of the boys at school he saw in the shower after training anyway. Before the girls, he had nothing to be ashamed of. For Ania and Artur, however, the humiliation was total. Artur was a school outsider. And now everyone saw him almost naked. They saw his suffering, effort, sweat. The lad could only hang his head. Ania pressed her face against the vertical beam of the cross. She closed her eyes. All the boys stared at her ass, feet, crotch. Everyone tried to see at least a bit of her breasts.

The headmistress was talking to the students. The Television crew was there all the time.
A TV reporter found a language of understanding with the school headmistress.
- What will you say about these three students undergoing correction today?
-We used a whole range of educational measures for them, they caused numerous problems, interfered with their classes, played truant. I believe that the ministry method will primarily affect criminals as an example.

TBC?
 
The headmistress was talking to the students. The Television crew was there all the time.
A TV reporter found a language of understanding with the school headmistress.
- What will you say about these three students undergoing correction today?
-We used a whole range of educational measures for them, they caused numerous problems, interfered with their classes, played truant. I believe that the ministry method will primarily affect criminals as an example.
-Do you think that the correction process will turn young people away from the path of demoralization?
-I believe that this is an efficient mechanism that will, above all, scare young people away from anti-social behavior. Three of my students will certainly benefit from their participation in the correction process.

Minutes passed. The air temperature has reached its maximum. The sun was burning the bodies of three friends who were suffering on the crosses. They were sweating incessantly. After more than an hour of torture, their movements were no longer chaotic. Each of them found some way to coordinate the work of the arms and legs.

Ania was too tired to worry about nudity any longer. Her knees, strongly bent under the buttocks, were directed towards the cross on which Arthur hung. Ania found that if she tried to turn a little in this direction, she would be able to partially rest her buttocks on the cross post. As a result, it will slide down under the weight of the body at least a little slower, wasting less strength.
She looked down.
Yes, her thighs trembled with the effort after all. Dark gray cotton knickers are already wet with sweat at the edges. She cursed silently in irritation.
She shifted her gaze higher. Drops of sweat ran down the surface of her flat belly, accentuated by delicate muscles. Her stomach muscles ached badly. She finally looked at her breasts. There were places on her bust where she had rubbed the epidermis, pressing her body against a vertical column.
"Ufff... Ufff..., she gasped with an effort." She rested her head on her stretched arm. A few seconds of rest, at least for certain muscle groups.
Her mind was now fixated on survival. She wasn't panicking anymore. She was much calmer. She was afraid of the next elements of torture, it was obvious. But she didn't waste her strength thinking about her humiliation.
She was now afraid of the night, of loneliness ...
"Ah .... Ahhh Arthur ..." she finally managed to speak. She just didn't want to hang out here alone. She wanted to occupy her mind ...
The young man on the adjoining cross also found a way to slump into a choking position more slowly. His arms were behind the bar. If he tried to push his butt away from the vertical pole and at the same time straighten his bent knees, he could support himself with his arms, find support by pressing his shoulders against the crossbar ...
Ania only now thought that she was seeing Arthur for the first time in her life without a shirt. They had known each other since childhood.
She realized how badly the boy must feel in this situation. She felt sorry for her friend.
The young guy reacted to her voice. His face was covered with sweat-sticky hair.
"He must be very sore," thought Ania.
Despite all the efforts the boy was making, he made contact with her.
-Uhmmmm groaned long - are you doing yhmmmm, another grunt from the effort, are you doing well Ania?
The girl smiled, tried to pull herself up a little on the way to the top position. Coordinated work of arms and legs of a young woman. She turned, Arthur could now see both of her breasts. She didn't care. After all, she wasn't sliding down the stake now. The hard work of her arms kept her in a position of free breathing.
-At least we're alive, Art!
-Yhmmmm, she sighed deeply, don't give up Art ....
She could not stand it any longer, the muscles in her arms hurt a lot. Leg muscles too. As she fell, she rubbed the skin on the side of her chest a little.
Arthur found a way to catch some rest. If he could only rest his shoulders on the crossbar ... He lunged, straightened his legs.
"A little more !!! Go up!" he thought frantically.
"It worked !!! ohhhhh free breath". The boy breathed his full breast for the first time since the beginning of all this torment. It hurt, he accepted it.
"Yhmmmm," he groaned in relief. A little over an hour passed, he looked at the mall parking lot. TV crew, school assholes. Oh yeah, girls.
Fuuuuck he thought. His arms, chest muscles, shoulders, back, stomach muscles, everything hurt. Only now did the adrenaline and stress drop enough for him to examine his body condition.
Chafing skin on biceps, shoulder blades, and shoulders began to burn painfully in contact with sweat. He looked down. Only now did he realize that he was sweating profusely during the last hour. He held on to the beam with his forearms. He gave a moment of rest to his thighs and shins.
He stared down, his black boxer shorts sticking to his hips. The flat, slightly defined abdominals were now working evenly as he breathed freely. The chest, along with the entire muscle groups, was painfully pushed forward. The pale skin on his chest was red. An hour, maybe an hour and a half in full sun ...
He heard someone calling him, it's Ania!

Adam was panting, slowly sliding down the cross post once more. He didn't quite straighten his knees. He pushed the entire torso forward. He pressed his buttocks against a vertical pole.
He looked left. Artur tried to talk to Ania ...
He looked to the right, in the crowd of people watching the torment of three young people, he saw his girlfriend!
Adam was still not exhausted, his arms, thighs, abs, and most of all his back and torso muscles ached from the effort, but he wasn't tired yet.
Now he was looking at his girlfriend's sad face. She was standing only a few meters away from him.
He smiled at her.
How did it look from her perspective?
She saw the boy she slept with, hanging almost naked on the torture device. Shivering with the effort, his half-long black hair matted with sweat. Tightening the muscles of the chest in heavy toil. Going up and down. He smiles at her.
But she knows, he will stay here for many more hours. This smile does not cheer her up, does not pour peace into her heart.
Adam broke eye contact. Gravity forced him to fall to the bottom position. His chest widened as he descended to the inhale position, the muscles in his diaphragm trying to force the air out of his lungs. The boy's thighs were trembling. Sweat-drenched boxer shorts were already making the shape of his manhood visible.
Adam's girlfriend was terrified.

Adam now had a moment to evaluate his condition.
The tanned torso was stretched to the pain level. When he was practically on his knees, unable to push the air out of his lungs. The outline of the pectoral muscles that make up his massive chest was virtually invisible in this position, but the deeply cut abdominal muscles were fully visible. That hurts!
"Ohhh fuck ..." he thought.
At last he felt the skin rubbing between his shoulder blades. Salt from sweat got into the abrasions.
He thought his arms were starting to tear under the weight of his sliding body, he looked to the side. The stubble under his armpits was sweat-stuck to his body. The dimples under the armpits became clearly visible, as were the veins and muscles in the biceps and forearms. His shoulders and back ached. It hurt a lot.

The spectacle, which has been going on for over an hour, could become boring for viewers. The three young people had been moaning and writhing almost naked on their crosses for over an hour.
Fortunately, TV presenters knew how to prevent boredom. Short shots of a few seconds of the crucified victims were now confronted with photos from their social media.
Now Ania was presented. TV viewers were shown her vacation photos, comments in which the girl expressed her political views. Pictures from the events were to prove the exceptional degree of demoralization of Ania. Photos where Ania was dancing or drinking with her friends, ordinary photos of a nineteen-year-old girl ...
Arthur was presented as an extremely degenerate representative of a subculture promoting the cult of Satan. Photos of a long-haired young man playing a metal concert were presented to viewers as evidence of exceptional corruption. Only the corrective process could have put this boy out of his head similar ideas. Only this process, only this method, could stop the demoralization of youth. It was on the television this afternoon.
From Adam's social media profile, photos were selected showing a boy with his girlfriend kissing. In public, at a party. The TV presenter noticed the beer on the table somewhere in the corner of the picture. Another photo, this time a warning - Adam without a shirt after winning a school football match. Comparison. Content to convey: Be careful young man, you can be strong and athletic, but if we take on you, you will look like this.
Quick shot: hot sun, camera from below. Shivering calves, thighs, sweat-soaked underwear, knees spreading out, chest flooded with sweat. His face twisted in pain ...
Message to the public - don't try to play games with the state.

Another hour passed. The condemned men were given a drink again.
The famale guards who gave the crucified fluids were accompanied by a doctor. The doctor looked at all three. He stopped by Ania and Arthur for a longer time, a peg was installed under the crotch of the girl and the boy after a while.

The TV presenter asked the inventor of the correction method in front of the camera to comment on the event taking place in the background.
- Professor Hardbridge, what's going on now?
-The woman we see on the third tool, and the man on the second tool, have, according to the expert opinion of the doctor, achieved the maximum muscle load. Criminals throughout the process fight with their bodies, but most of all with the force of gravity. We control the entire process, preventing criminals from suffocation. We mean rehabilitation. The muscles of these two are no longer able to safely support the breathing process. The saddle that we place under the criminal's crotch is not for his comfort. Supports this point where the offender can safely exhale. Free breathing, however, still requires a painful lifting upwards.
"Professor Hardbridge, what about the man on the first tool?"
-This young man may need an hour more to enter the next stage of correction.

Ladders were placed under Ania's cross. Two fabric tapes were pulled under the girl's armpits, pulling her body up. The guard installed on a vertical stake a black, 20 cm long, round in cross-section peg with a rounded end. The peg was 10cm in diameter. It was made of hard, rough wood. It protruded horizontally from under the buttocks of a young woman. When the procedure was completed, the straps holding the girl's body in the upper position were removed. With a groan, she lowered herself to the saddle. It wasn't comfortable. The sore muscles in her buttocks felt painful pressure from a wooden peg.
Now the girl could breathe relatively freely in the lower position. The pain in the muscles didn't diminish, however. The effort of getting up and down has been turned into painful attempts to find a comfortable position ...

The procedure was repeated at Arthur's cross. The end of the stake protruded from between the boy's thighs like a parody of a penis. The young man could exhale now in the lower position, but at the cost of pain and discomfort.

As noon passed, nature added another to the suffering of all three. The insects.
On the bodies of the condemned there were mosquitoes, flies, blood-sucking insects had a free and undisturbed feast. After two hours of torture, the young people hanging on the crosses did not pay any attention to the new source of discomfort.

Adam watched the pegs being installed on the cross of Ania and Arthur. He watched it enviously. The cramps tugged at his back, the pectoral muscles were on fire, the ABS was tearing when the boy made any attempt to go down or up. He was one big piece of sore meat. His endurance was slowly coming to an end. A scream choked in his throat, hold on ... a little longer ...
- AAAAUUuuuuuu finally howled loudly.
-IT HUUUUURTS !!!! he shouted.
Tears of pain and humiliation ran down the young man's cheeks. His girlfriend, standing by the railings, was crying while covering her mouth with her hand.

Television cameras took close-ups of every detail of the guy fighting the cross. His cry of pain was watched by audiences across the country. The TV presenter talked about the rehabilitation aspects of the correction process ...
After a few minutes the boy was panting, sitting on a black wooden peg that was sticking out between his thighs ... Adam was almost broken.
 
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