Penny rubbing her dark jeans on her thigh nervously as she was sitting in front of her troubled boss. The material was still cold a bit, she just arrived from outside.
-Sorry, Penny, It happened so many times, and nothing changed in spite of several warning. -He explained. Penny knew she couldn't get away without consequences now. She was often late from work. She prepared lot every morning. Maybe she was vain a bit. She was standing for minutes in front of her big wardrobe every day, then the mirror came, the same amount of time. At least. She understood that after so many times she was not be able to avoid consequences. Just she didn`t know what it was going to be.
-I must reprimand you. Please go down to the reception and tell them! -The executive announced his decision. Penny relieved. She needed her job, and it seemed she could hold it, escaping with a few unpleasant hours on a cross, inside the building. She thought it would be better for her to go forward, not bargain or implore. It would put her boss in uncomfortable situation, and she would loose dignity which was going to be hard to keep anyway in this nasty pickle.
-OK, Phil, I got you. -She replied with enough concern in her voice that Phil could see she was feeling the weight of the punishment. -I promise I`ll make up for the lost time tomorrow what I`ll spend outside today. -She said referring to the cross, standing up from the chair to cut the conversation short. She noted with satisfaction that her boss relieved, and didn`t miss that he looked over her body as she straightened up. "The nasty old man already imagined me nude" -She stated inside and considered this a small victory. During all the conversation he tried to act as a reluctant professional, and he fell out of this role, while she didn`t from her own yet. It was embarrassing a bit to know that he`s going to get what he wanted to see, but it wasn`t because she was a kind of office whore. She couldn`t avoid to be stripped for crucifixion. As she left the office, she swayed her hips a bit to catch and mock him, showing that she got his inner thoughts, on a soft way that let him escape, still hit a bit on him. She realized that she was nervous a bit and this ruling position relieved her.
As Penny walked across the office space some of her colleagues looked at her, they probably knew why she was there, only they didn`t know the judgment. Abby was brave enough to stop in front of her questioningly.
-Reprehension. -She said in a devil-may-care manner. Abby winced sympathetically, then went after her business. Penny got that Abby got her nervousness and it embarrassed her, so stepped over quickly.
She wandered in the office for a while. She checked some e-mails, prepared a cup of coffee, but she realized that she could not drag out time forever. She quickly imagined how she was going to jump out from her clothes, hang for a while from a cross, then come back as if nothing had happened, and headed downstairs, avoiding other contacts. She took her access card from her rear pocket to open the entrance door. It beeped loudly then unlocked, opening the way out for her toward reception. She took the elevator down to the ground floor and approached the suited security. They looked at her with the "I would fuck this" eyes she knew well.
-Jesus, how it`s going to be when I will undress? -She wondered with some satisfaction. She was quite pretty and used to be well-suited, so she got used to these glances and she felt she should be polite and adorable toward these men.
-Hi guys! My boss, from the Wilderman Group sent me. -She started assertively. She didn`t want to show fear or weakness. It was matter of dignity. They looked at her curiously and confused. Penny realized how hard was to continue and inform them that they could strip and touch her. It was like presenting herself to them as a gift. She looked around if there was anyone to be there or approach, from the entrance or from the lifts, before she went into the fucked up details.
-Reprimand.-She finally blurted out briefly. They understood. They wiped down the lust from their face as the realization dawned on them. They looked at Penny then to each other, and they started a prim, practiced routine. It made Penny uncertain, stomping there as the only one not knowing what to do. She lost the control of situation.
One of them opened an application, the other taking three coils of rope out from a drawing. Penny looked them well. She knew that these were for her and she`s going to be closely together with them in the following hours. The first one asked questions and recorded them in a form.
-Name?
-Penelope Walsh.
-Company?
-Wilderman Group. -She told again, scratching her lower leg with her other ankle behind the desk, being careful not to get her trousers dirty with her shoes.
-40th floor? -He asked after a few seconds when he found Penny`s record, and they stood up before she nodded.
Penny led them up back to the floor 40, where she used to work.
-Be nice guys, this is my first! -She tried to joke and connect. They followed her without a word, looking sometimes at her swaying ass as she walked before them.
-I`m not a sportswoman. I just hope I will not vomit myself down. -She continued the attempts to unlock them, in the same time being less attractive. She didn`t want them to look at her as woman anymore. Fortunately they apparently seemed quite indifferent and professional. Still the absence of answers were awkward, made Penny ashamed of failure. Usually men were willing to talk to her, of course in hope of getting into her panties, even if they didn`t admit it to themselves. But for these guys behind her it was easier to achieve to touch her bare ass soon. Penny recognized with a little fright that while she thought over all of it, they arrived at place.
The cross where she would have to spend the day was closed to the office, on a narrow corridor. The entrance was at the very end of the corridor, the cross positioned perpendicular to that, a few meters away.
-Undress for the crucifixion, please! -The taller guard ordered indifferently, just like a doctor. Penny realized at this moment that it`s happen. She rubbed her hands together and smiled awkwardly to the guards.
-So let`s start it! -She said and started to untie, unbutton, unzip the pieces of her outfit obediently, as she had imagined it. After the first piece she asked where to put it, and said "of course" when a guard pointed to the pegs besides the cross without any further answer.
-I`d kill for a vodka! -She added when she was pulling down the tight jeans from her wide hip, started to feel the cold air and the eyes of the men on her skin. Penny knew that this was the order of execution, the specialists worked with her body, needed to care about all her muscles, so clothes would be disturbing and unsafe. She always felt that she was just pretty in her clothes: Her outfit was her style, her colors, her actual mood, the personality she showed to the world. Without them she felt herself just a body, not even a decorative one. She didn`t like shaving her hidden parts. It used to stung and itch, so she only shaved beyond bikini line, and behind panties just cut it short with a trimmer, keeping a small, shaped part in the middle longer to drive attention of her potential partner. It probably would drive other people`s attention too, when she would be up on the cross. She tried not to feel ashamed, keeping in mind that it wasn't her fault to show it.
The guards drew her attention specially to the socks not to forget. Somehow it calmed her, let her regarding her nakedness as practical thing, like at the gynecologist or at masseuse. She still felt herself really bad without the thin and fitting layers of drapes.
She rubbed her panties into the pant leg and put it up quickly to the closest peg just besides the cross. It felt uncomfortable when her breast bounced and swayed as she raised her hand. She did not like her own tits. They were hanging down at the top, then started to be thicker and thrust forward, ended in nipples pointing out almost horizontally. They always started bouncing wildly for any little moves. If she crumpled them into a bra, they filled a D basket and looked gorgeous in a fancy top she had so many in her wardrobe at home. She embraced them when she turned around. Her other palm found her pubic hair, as a polite woman`s should in the company of clothed people, even if she knew it was symbolic in this situation. She would like to be more at home, alone than waiting for being put up to that cross.
-Be nice, guys, I`m quite nervous about this all! -She tried to smile to them to ease the tension.
-Step up! -One of the guards ordered, holding her right hand and left shoulder to put her safely to a ten inch high, foot-size platform in front of the cross, then let his palm on her chest bone, just above her tits to keep her from falling back if she might not find her balance. His forearm was very close. Penny`s pointed nipple almost touched his elbow.
-Wow! It`s cold! -She informed him when her bare back touched the cross. She did not even know his name, even though she walked past him every morning at the lobby, often saying even a "hello", when they made eye contact. She used to be in hurry at mornings. Now she was standing naked so close to him, even he touched her.
Penny was standing patiently on the foot-size platform while the shorter security guard tying her right hand to the cross, far away, as far as she could extend her arm horizontally. She hoped that the other guard may stop to push her chest bone, pressing her bare back to the wooden pole behind her, if she stays calm.
The guard fussed a lot with the knots. Penny gave up with speaking to actually herself and soon the guard started talking about his last weekend`s fishing, on a low voice, as if they didn`t want to disturb her. She kept her last free hand in front of her flat loin and looking around the narrow corridor of the office building, always check from the corner of her eyes when the man in front of her looks down, to her body.
The office entrance, right to her was smoked glass, but there were transparent parts, forming a logo and a firm name. She saw across them Kyle walking away on the inside corridor with his mug, and she saw a bit of Elbert in the opposite room. Probably he also saw her, but looked busy with his work. She wasn`t happy that he would be there all day. Outside there was some space for the door to open, then the pegs for her clothes on the wall. After the cross came which she was being tied to by the guards, talking about fish baits for catfishes. In the other direction there were the lifts and other offices of other companies. They all used the same restrooms. A few meters to the right there was the door to the ladies room and exactly in front her the men`s. She thought she should have gotten out while she could. If she could. She started to measure the coffee she had drunk.
She looked at her hanging clothes just to her left. The ones she was chosen for so long that morning and worn for so short a time. She pointed out that her jeans was just hanged by the loose belt, it could fall down to the floor in the given time and she would not be able to put back. It made her nervous. It was so close she could almost reach it with her free left hand to pull a belt concealer to the hanger instead of belt. She instinctively reached out with her free arm toward the piece of clothes and this was the first time she felt how safely her right wrist was fixed. She didn`t reach it anymore. There must`ve been pegs or hooks on the other side of the crossbeam that held fast the ropes when she tried to pull them at the front side.
She wondered if she could ask them to start again when she secured her clothes, but didn`t ask for it. The guard in front of her took her left upper arm with his other hand and pushed it to the hard crossbeam. Penny was scared for a moment whether she did something wrong, but only the other guard arrived to fix her other hand, tying her naked body completely out.
-A moment! -She interrupted them, and scratched her nose with her left hand she borrowed back. She used the chance and set her hair too, then when she realized how the touch eased her, she rubbed her eyes and forearm. She wanted to scratch her pubic hair too. She was thinking for a while about it. It would be obviously embarrassing, but she guessed that she would regret if she had skipped it, and did it matter anyway? It turned to be quite cool movement at last, showing no fear existing inside the naked girl waiting for her long crucifixion. She gave back her soft hand to the tough guard.
She felt the small tug in her shoulder as he pulled out her arm. She worried if the ropes would hurt, but her right hand nested almost comfortably in the several loops of wide and soft ropes.
When she felt the first loops on her wrist, the electronic door locker beeped. She realized immediately that someone would open the door and come out. She knew this would surely happen, but believed somehow that maybe not that day. Joel, a short blonde colleague in glasses, probably with German ancestors went down for smoking. She tried to pull her hand back quickly to hide her tits, just once again, but the guard did not let it go. She felt herself ridiculous and while Joel walked away she followed how her wrist was being fixed, as if she took part of the process, not just being the subject of it. He stopped.
-Hey there! What`s happened? -He asked surprised, politely not look at her body more than once. Penny pretended herself pettish, like when she miss a bus or drop an egg during cooking. This seemed to be the most natural in this weird situation.
-I late again. -She answered with a grumpy smile, suggesting him inside not to look down again and leave. Fortunately he also felt himself awkward.
-So bad. Hold on! -He told with empathy, looked down again quickly, and left. She understood him. Boys were boys, very visual types. She lived always in the crossfire of eyes, obviously she couldn`t stop them when she was deprived of her clothes.
The guard finished the last knot and walked around her to a hidden cupboard in the wall. The other squatted down besides her. She felt helplessness and worried about what would happen next. She looked down to see if the guard below her checking her bum. He probably had, but he looked at her ankles at the moment. Her neck was aching of this small turning of her head. She was stretched out well. Her stomach was trembling of unusual and scary situation. She lifted her left leg to slip her thigh in front of her loin, then recalculating the position of the guards, she used her other one. At last she realized it would not be possible to hold it long, and put back both of them to the platform she stood on.
-You can start. -She heard the male voice from below. An extremely loud click was heard as the other security guard began to wind a crank in the wall or push a button or anything. She felt as the horizontal crossbeam moved up a few centimeters and her arms stretched out more. A tension connected all her back from wrist to wrist. She commented it with a "wow".
-More! -The other guard commanded, who was checking her heels. For the click her breasts bounced, then rocked for a few more beats. The tension became unbearable, so she had to lift her heels a bit. Nothing happened for a while. Nobody moved. She put down her heels when she got used to the tension.
-More! -She heard immediately. She wanted desperately to stop, but the click arrived and her heels lifted up again as her body transferred the emerging of the crossbeam. She exclaimed softly. After, even she felt the platform very close below by the angle of her sole, she could not put her heels down anymore.
-It`s ready. -The guard said after a few eternal seconds. He took another rope and started to tie her shins to the cross. Penny realized that she had felt herself helpless, while she could move her legs all the time, until they finally fixed them too. Until the guards finished their job, she was staring at them, even admired them for their professionalism. She understood why she had to undress. Strains in her body were so even and planned, she was quite sure that she could bear it during all the process, meanwhile always conscious of them. They took care of every centimeters of her muscles and skin, while they never touched her intimate parts, neither her sex and anus, nor her breasts. She almost didn`t feel the ropes, just their pulling effect, but she felt that everywhere. To be crucified was not just standing on footpads with arms outstretched. The geometrically perfect plane of cross is not natural for body. Arms are further back than natural that is sensed by shoulders. In fact body doesn’t not like the exact vertical position too, and if it cannot lean forward just a bit, legs would support it from forward, and if it`s tied on the same vertical plain, there is tension in waist. Nothing was painful, just aching, but she was constantly aware of her body, which was awkwardly naked and exposed. Her freest part was her hip, which Penny really didn`t want preening. She suddenly remembered that Joel did not return from the court yet. She hoped that he would before she was let alone, which probably was soon to happen. The guards made their final quality control on her crucified body if everything was perfect, nothing would loose or slide within the next hours, her heels kept constantly above the platform ensuring all the perfectly built strains to be held. Penny didn`t like to see the men`s face so close to her body, she was looking at her bra on the peg, how it was hanging, one basket turned outside, one with it`s outer curves. She heard the lift door opened. She looked at the other direction, but it was not Joel, just a guy from another office. The guards finished and stood up, forming a small circle, three of them: two men is suits and a girl completely naked, thrusted breasts, arms open just like for a hug.
-Penelope Walsh, Dominion tower provided the service of your crucifixion for the tenant Wilderman Group. -The taller one told her in a recitative manner. -in case of any harm, offense or irregularity you have the opportunity to submit a complaint by e-mail or on the office building's app within three days.
-OK, guys, don`t worry, I`ll be fine. -She answered in a completely opposite manner to make it ridiculous and ease the tension growing inside her. One of them signed a form and hang it up on a rack over her top. When the men finished, they left her alone on the cross, talking about some baseball match that was about to start. She heard the door of the elevator, than it swallowed their voice. Noel showed up immediately, probably came with the same elevator. Penny worried about he would stop to chat, but they just took an awkward eye contact, then he was staring at her clothes on the peg while he walked back to his workplace, and Penny looked to an apparently very interesting point on the wall between the toilet doors. Then she became completely alone on the cross.
-So, it`s started and not so bad overall. -She concluded. -I`ll lingering here for a while than that`s it all. -Meanwhile the ropes worried her a little. They were so unusual sensation on her skin, as they held her fast. Her wrists were fixed as if they were stucked to the wood. Her shins were tied to the crossbeam together above her ankles, that meant they couldn`t left the plane of the cross, so when she put her weight to her wrists and sank down a bit, her knees turned apart, opening her groin. Fortunately her footpads got the ground, the top of the footrest actually, so she could push herself back easily when someone was approaching her. But these small freedoms were just inches, she couldn`t move actually.