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.
-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.
Standing still, she was a little cold without her clothes on. Air conditioning was set for people in autumn clothes: Shirts, costumes, pants. Now that she had time she tried to read the form hanging besides her. It was just like the one on the toilet door where cleaning lady recorded when she wiped the floor, fill up toilet paper or soap. She could read her own name, hours at the beginning of lines, but not column attributes. Her aching neck stopped her trying to read more. After that nothing remained Penny could do. She just wanted to stand still and be turned off until guards come back. She started looking for the most comfortable position. As a woman she learnt to accept some pain: Menstruation, decorative, but uncomfortable shoes, imperfect penetrations at the beginning of intercourse. She just relaxed and sink into her bounds. She leant her head to the beam and closed her eyes. Her freshly washed hair reached her shoulder and caressed it pleasantly.
Breathing was not so easy, she had to care about it. She didn`t mind, it helped her not to think about her nakedness and shame of being disciplined. Office door opened and closed, men`s door opened and closed. She kept her eyes closed when it happened.
She rested her back by pushing the platform by her footpad, and when it started aching, sank back. She tried to put down her heels, but nothing changed there. Maybe this time she realized that she would remain hanged until the end of the sentence. She had to open her eyes and looked down.
-Then I will hang and stand, hang and stand, just need to take the time. -She planned. The toilet door opened. She kept her head down until the man went back to the office. She noticed that her breasts were sticking out a little more than usual in this position. It looked ridiculous, and she realized that she couldn’t` forget it. Clothed people occasionally came and go to the restrooms from other offices too. Strangers only looked at her body, her colleagues added some emphatic words and a look to her eyes which she had to return if she closed her eyes too late. These times she tried to stand straight, not thrust neither her hips, nor her chest. Her whole body felt the frustration of her mind that she couldn`t cover them with her arms or at least thighs. She was exhibited on the corridor wall alongside with her outfit of the day. Penny couldn`t decide if the exposition of her nakedness bothered her more or the exposition of her struggling, ten inch above the ground. She knew that supposed to be the real punishment and she didn`t like that probably the people were guessing what she felt upon the cross. And it was hard to hide. She tried to stand still while someone walked away on the corridor, the most embarrassing moments were when somebody turned up at the end of the corridor or suddenly came out from the toilet, or she realized that a colleague looked out from the office across the door, and she just changed position or twitched in her bonds to reduce the frustration of immobility in her body. She had just a few inch, mostly at her hips, but her boobs were bouncing wildly for every movement: they collided and swayed apart even when she just shifted her weight to her wrists from her footpad or back. She hated them and desired for a bra. And panties. -It would be easier as a man -She thought letting pass four guy toward the court. -They have no body orifice that is designed to load things inside them by others. She was brought up being taught and disciplined to take care of it with responsibility, and now she showed it with opened arms to hug anyone who was interested. She knew it was just a crucifixion, but she had to remind herself regularly that it`s not about her pussy. The footrest below her and her tiptoe-position emerged it much closer to the curious eyes. Her tits were around, even above eye-level for quite lot people.
Goosebumps has gone, she was sweating of exertion. It was not so easy to be crucified after a while. The cross wasn` just an object, it did things to her, along determined steps she hadn`t know yet. She might felt cold when she rested a few moments, when she got tired more than the discomfort in her leg muscles was big. She had to check how the sweat was visible on her skin. She regretted that she couldn`t see her armpits.
Occasionally Penny was visited by nothingness. She got rid of stomping and swaying, and just staring at the snow-white wall and grey toilet door in front of her, only one and half meters away from her face. If there was no any noise, motoric thoughts brought her back, like wish to smooth her hair, check messages on her phone. Without fixed arms these would be so instinctive that she wouldn`t realize she had done it. But mostly noises kept her mind on the cross alongside with her body. In silence of loneliness every small sound grew big and made her preparing to an event, coming of somebody who she didn`t know which colleague would be, or a stranger, or the cleaning lady checking toilets. She had to find out how to behave to be the less awkward, even noticeable. Since she was almost immobilized, it was mostly about her face expression. She invented several faces: the bored girl in the bus stop. The thinking girl who had an interesting problem in her head to solve. The victim of an innocent mock: pettish, but inside amused. As she felt that even her hair became wet of sweat, she had to develop something "girl in the fitness" face too. The hard part was to find out who would come, which face fit and put it up in time. What she didn`t like was the tortured girl with shoulders aching, because of it`s sincerity. She didn`t want to admit to everyone who walked there how the punishment affected her. She kept this face for the lonely moments.
When Penny couldn`t help on her expression was the appearance of one of the guards. She showed surprise, hope, fear, confusion. This man with his fellow was the only one who touched her body yet. Would he want to do something with it again? She remembered her exposed entrance in the middle of her crucified body, and shame filled her immediately. Of course the man didn`t come for that. Just state of total vulnerability made her hyper anxious. She realized that she forgot to put up face, and no roles would work that she had found out, anyway. She chose a shy little girl face for the guard at last.
-Hi! It`s quite weary here you know, don’t you? -She welcomed him, referring to hanging from arms. -Anything happened?
He shook his head, paying no attention to her face. He squatted instead, slipped his palm under her heels for a moment, then caressed her arms quickly and softly, as an airport security would search, except the absence of clothes. Penny realized that he checked if the ropes were still held fast. He didn`t care about her pussy indeed. Instead he unhooked the sheet from the rack and took a pen.
-Penelope, isn`t it? -He asked, and Penny realized he already forgot her name. It made her angry. She didn`t admit, but she took crucifixion very personal, and she was hurt that the man who did it to her didn`t remember even her name. She wanted to leave him alone, instead she just stood there showing him her most intimate parts.
But he didn`t admire her naked body, just gazing the sheet, with opened pen.
-Are you OK, Penelope? -He asked quickly as if he had urgent business somewhere else.
-No. -Penny answered angrily. She felt shame again for being rude, letting the cross to make her bitchy. The frustration caused by incapability to walk away and hide, or at least cover herself with her arms risen above her self control. The guard looked up, and gazed over her body in the worst moment.
-Wet breathing? -He asked.
-No. -She admitted.
-Feel of fever?
-I feel a bit cold, but I don`t think so.
-Sickish feeling, bad stomach?
-No. -Penny realized he checked lines on his table.
-I think it will be OK. Being tired on a cross is normal. -He concluded, putting back the sheet to the rack.
-Anything else you want to tell? -He asked.
-I want hot-dog for lunch. -She answered something to surprise him and push him out from his role. The guard just sent a polite smile and turned away, then after a moment not headed to the reception, but entered the men`s toilet door. Penny remained there alone, and was very annoyed somehow. Was it a mock she did not understand? She couldn`t help but imagined how he took out his penis and pee. What if she would have urgent too? It was more difficult for a woman in normal circumstances, and now she couldn`t even touch her peehole. She wanted to escape from her thoughts, but boring environment and total immobility made her thoughts dancing freely. As she was thinking to the pissing man, she realized that his dick couldn`t be hard. She felt it very humiliating. Normally she understood if she didn`t attract someone. She didn`t felt herself extremely pretty, that`s why she tried to dress well. But if she showed her naked body to someone she expected some arousement. She didn`t want aroused men around with her wrists tied apart, but the fact bothered her deeply that it didn`t happened. So why her boss put her on display?
-You are a bitch. You never really believed that the real punishment is the hanging from you arms above the ground and nakedness is purely of medical purposes. You enjoy to show your tits! -She accused herself. -It`s so easy to blame others then enjoy not to wear anything. -The guard came out and she felt shame again, especially when he had a look at her pussy. She tried not to show that she recognized it, then when he left, she checked if it`s still closed, her filthy thoughts weren’t showed up by her traitor body.
She felt stinky odor. She figured out it came from her armpit. She wanted to pull closer her arms to close them. She wondered if some smell came from under her tits, or anywhere where sweat could sit for a while before running down on her belly. What if her pussy was stinking more? It was so closed to noses of bywalkers. She thought she could already smell it. She should have shave. She had too much time to think on the cross.
Colleagues passed walking between the office, court, toilet, anywhere they wished. Penny always wanted to put her hands before her groin, regardless all the failed attempts she had done before, and frustration always grew a bit, making her tired body nervous. She tried not to moan, even if it would be a relief. She stared at the floor to avoid eye contact when she was late to close eyes without being recognized it was because of the approaching persons, then stole a glance to their back, trying to figure out what they thought about her body. Did they find it like what they imagined based on her curves under her clothes? Probably not. She was looking at other women`s ass and envied them for being covered by jeans and skirts and panties while her sweated anus was breezed by air conditioning from the ceiling. She remembered all her body parts, to the smallest one, she saw them like with the eyes of men coming out from the toilet in front of her: Mammaes on her areola. Tiny hair tips growing out from her shaved armpits. Fat pads on her belly and below her bums. Birthmarks. Skin rednesses. Goosebumps on softer skins, where breeze met sweat layers. Curves of pubic hairs older or growing faster. Red nail polish residues from summer on her feet when she wore sandals to skirt and since then she didn`t wash down properly. It was autumn, she just took special care to her face and arms. Parts usually covered with clothes got no daily attention they would deserve or she would had done if she had knew before that she spent the day on the cross.
Someone came out from the office and stood for so many seconds besides her that it would be awkward not to look at him. It was her boss, Phil, looking at her with face filled with empathy. Penny saw lust there too, the amount inevitable in the presence of a naked female body with thrusted sexes. Penny had to accept it, she just tried to shift the emphasis with potentials she had: Phil stood a bit sidewise between the door and her cross, so she turned her hips to the other direction to cover her labia with her iliac crest that might be in the line of sight according to her calculations. She designed the movement quickly enough to show shyness but slowly enough that Phil wouldn't think she thought he was just there to see her pussy. Meanwhile she showed a welcoming but tormented face, releasing suffering just as much as needed to be believable, meanwhile she didn`t want to look helpless or show how desperate she was. This was the way she thought she could keep dignity the most she was able to in her state. -Is it bearable? -He asked in the same emphatic manner, with some polite remorse.
-I had better times, but no problem. -She lied. She missed gestures. Not using them was unusual and it was harder to express herself. And looking at Phil`s shirt, pants, belt, shoes, socks, she missed her own clothes.
-How is the day inside? -She asked when she saw that Phil has apparently no more questions and his eyeballs started to wander too much under the line of her neck.
-Don`t worry. Natasha covers your 2 PM meeting, and I got Eric finish Donovan project. -Penny imagined the office, people sit comfortably, walk up and down, drink coffee, chat. A cramp built up in her left thigh which was strained since Phil was there. She instinctively threw her hips back to middle and jerked all her body to give the most relay to the protesting limb, before her brain could stop it. In the next few seconds she showed Phil her pussy from every possible angle. Her boobs gained momentum, slapped together and trembled. Phil stopped talking and reached out with his hand helpfully toward her, knowing not really what to do.
-No, It`s ok, it`s ok! -She hurried to stop him touching her. -Just some...doesn`t matter. -Phil did not know how to finish the movement, and he couldn`t retreat without looking awkward. In case penny had been clothed putting his hand to her waist would be OK, but it seemed too close to her intimate parts, especially her tits hanging lower than usual. The big boobs were also in way toward her cheeks from that angle. He chose her lower arm at last.
-Just relax! -He recommended, and caressed her skin toward the ropes on her wrists. Penny became upset that he gave advices having absolutely no clue of what she felt.
-Isn`t it too tight? I can tell at the reception if something is not appropriate.
-Thank you, Phil, the guys were very professional. Just do your duties, I`ll be all right here. -She reassured him from the cross.
-OK! Keep up! -He said, and disappeared in the men`s room. She felt a tiny desire in her bowel to follow him. She quickly looked down below her navel. She was so front positioned an unhidden, got used to that all her feelings appeared somewhere on her body in different kind of gestures, that she believed this one also, any weak the feeling was yet. The door opened and Phil was again in front of her. This time she thought that he look at her peehole, not her pussy behind. It would be a straight association after he had just relieved himself. He probably made plans while draining the lizard, because he approach her without hesitating and caressed her face.
-I send out Ted regularly to see you if you need something. -He offered, then retreated toward the office so quickly that he hit her jeans a bit on the peg. When the door closed Penny checked it and noted that the belt racket almost slipped down, threatening all the piece to fall to the floor. -Noice.-She thought angrily and sank back to her bounds to rest some. The door immediately opened by another man going to the restroom, but she only bent middle ward her left knee, it was too late and too exhaustive to stood up and close her loin properly. All these movements were just a few centimeters anyway, helped only in her mind.
People followed by people and Penny realized that lunch time was approaching. She also used to go out before they left to the canteen, just never realized that the other`s had the same custom. But her stomach signed that she had right. It bothered her, but was unhappy more because of big groups that surely would pass soon. The first five arrived soon: Peggy, Trev, Daryl, Frank and Dave. They filled up the narrow corridor, but at least hurried, throwing her just some encouraging words. She gave back a weary grin as if crucifixion was just a joke, then kept hanging alone. She was wondering if Phil really would send his assistant to her and she would be happy about that, could she really ask anything. A brownie would be nice, but being feed by Ted, well... Her jeans chosen the moment to fell off to the ground with a loud rattling of the belt. Maybe thirty seconds passed since Peg and the others left. The production manager and the salesman passed toward the canteen. They just nodded to each other, which was a good kind of greeting for someone who wanted to look over the body of others.
In the meantime Penny tried to remember which of her colleagues when used to go to lunch. It gave her back some sense of time. She started to feel curiosity about who came across the door after the beeping sound of lock. "It`s Carl, he is something 12.15. Liz and Joan. 12.10-12.30. Ryan. Well, he can go any time. Wipe down that lust from your face, Ryan!"
Abby came with Brad. They were quite punctual, used to go at 1 PM. By then Peg and the boys had came back. Abby stopped. Brad noticed it and also turned back and stood besides Penny`s cross.
-How are you, Penny? -She asked.
-Hungry. -She replied with a forced smile. But Abby didn`t want just chat, she apparently started to solve the problem.
-What can I do? An orange juice maybe? Or a cake? -She tried to help. Brad changed position with very tiny steps. His eyes were digging into Penny`s slit. His eyeballs didn`t just wonder along her body, it was insolently focused.
-I don`t think I can eat. -Penny answered to Abby. -My arms are tearing off. And I feel this torture is bringing the shark week. My ovary wants to burst, even though it's early. -She saw Brad looking upper to her belly. It was high time, even if she felt that Brad was looking inside her. His gaze had heated up her pussy. She didn`t know is she was ashamed of this or the shame itself burned her sex. It embarrassed her that she couldn`t be just indifferent. Her clothes were so closed, even that goddamn jeans on the floor.
-Then I bring only juice. You must drink it. You are sweating so bad. -Abby decided. -Be strong! Come, Brad! -She took leave and commanded her friend.
-Who`s next? Meat market is open! -Penny said inside her head. Ted arrived and stopped to stomping in front of the cross.
-Phil asks if you need anything. -He said awkwardly. He looked embarrassed and struggling not to eat up Penny`s sight.
-No, Ted, thanks. I`m just fine here.
-Sure? -He insisted, but asked nothing more. Penny`s big boobs made a barrier between them.
-Yes, Ted, just I was not in the mood for crucifixion. I mean, I dressed up so well, and turned to be all in vain. -She tried to break awkward silence. Ted looked at her clothes, and noticed the fallen jeans.
-I hang it back! -He nodded to that, and immediately grabbed it. Penny followed it from the cross and noticed that her sea green panties fell off the leg of the pant where she had put it. Ted noticed it too and picked it up with apologetic face, but did not put on the peg. He probably realized that Penny hided it with purpose inside her trousers, but did not know what to do with that. He didn`t want to put it on the peg to exhibite the most intimate piece of clothes, and Penny`s solution hadn`t proved to be working.
-Crumple it to the back pocket, please! -Penny tried to help him. Ted started to folding the shrunken jeans forth and back to find the pocket. Penny didn`t like that he was touching the textile which should cover her intimate parts. The cloth must have been cooled down long hours ago. It was just an exhibition item on the wall. "These are the clothes of Penelope Walsh, the crucified girl there! Very fashionable, however a bit slinky!"
Ted found the pocket. Penny felt as if he touched her ass as she squeezed in the piece to the tiny space which was designed to enhance her pushed up curves, not to carry anything.
-Thank you, Ted! -She told him mildly, which he interpreted well as farewell, and went away toward the canteen. Abby turned up, of course with Brad. She brought that beverage can which she had promised.
-You may go, Brad. -She stated as she stopped. Brad obeyed.
-Drink, Penny. -She commanded. Penny looked at the juice. She was thirsty a bit, but what she really wanted was something new sense, different from crucifixion that already had taken forever. Some other sensation, even if it was only a taste.
-Is there a straw? -She asked, looking at the can. Her body started to desire it`s content as she was looking at it.
-I bring. -Abby promised. She put down the can to the floor and disappeared in the office. Penny was standing on the footrest above it and worried if someone might take it. It was unlikely, but she couldn`t to anything against that. However, Abby came back soon, retake the can, opened it, put in a straw with purposeful movements and pushed it to Penny`s dry mouth. She sipped one, then another one, than turned her head away, showing that it was enough.
-More! -Abby commanded.
-No, Abby, thank you. I`ll drink it later. Put it to the refrigerator!
-I see you`re sweating profoundly, you need this. I bring more if you need. -Penny looked back to Abby`s face. She felt that it was time of sincerity, she couldn`t avoid it anymore.
-Abby! Look at me! Do you think I want to stay here with thighs closed strictly when it goes over me? -She asked. Abby nodded after a while.
-You are absolutely right, honey. I have knwo nothing about what you go over. -Penny looked over her.
-I always wanted a blouse like this. -She said. -You must admit that it fits to my tits, not yours. -Abby put her thumbs into her side pockets. Penny knew well that she did it to enhance her boobs, at least from the way she looked over herself after to check result. -All women are vain, overall. -Penny thought with confidence. She followed her gaze, and decided just to herself that on the other hand, she didn`t like Abby`s pants. Too old, wannabe hippie and casual in the same time, not form ass enough.
-You may right. Maybe I give it to you. -Abby said at last. -I`ll come back always when I can. -She promised. She squeezed Penny`s tied hand and disappeared in the office.
The lunchtime slowly ended and Penny was still tied to the cross, without any blouse or top or pants. She had nothing else to do than listen to the whining of her body parts. She imagined what might happen in the office, in the kitchen, in the rooms, think about other places she was or was going to go, movies she recently had seen in the short calm periods until her shoulders or soles sent another wave of pain up to her brain to make it thinking in vain how to stop it. Crucifixion was so boring actually. She couldn`t use her hands, tapping her phone, she had just a grey door to watch, and pains always bring her back to the cross when she tried to think of something else. She desperately tried to just wait and not fear of the next approaching useless attempts ended up in ridiculous writhing. But her energy was running low, she became more and more tired. She started to see the world across a glass box of water. She invented a game that when someone walked over in front of her she visualized herself in one of her outfits and imagined that the people admire that instead of her pure sexes. Loose and fit pieces, long and short sleeves, tops, blouses, gowns, jeans, camisoles, midi dresses.
-Sorry, Penny to bother you with this, but can you tell me if you made the TPS reports and where it is? -She heard. It was Kathy, the small beauty, that kind who can dress and act sexy and vestal in the same time. Penny became tired of talking to clothed people who could impudently cross their arms in front of their chest, but they draw her attention away from the cross and what it was doing to her. She just got rid of attempts to find a stable position for her head somewhere between the sharp edged wood and her own soft shoulders and hanged it while her backbone let her to do it. Penny wondered if she should lift her head again, but in her emerged position it was enough to look up to find the short girls’ eyes.
-Why? -She asked back. She knew that Kathy had nothing to do with that reports. The girl took a more closed pose, lifting one of her hands from below her small but well pushed up tits to her neck to scratch some non-existent itching.
-Larry asked me to ask you. -She told her. -He might think that you would be more embarrassed if he comes. -She added catching Penny`s wondering eyes from above. Penny valued the idea and tried to think about that report.
-Let`s see...-She whispered. -I prepared it yesterday evening and put on the server somewhere in Documents. -She realized that her stomach is empty. The feeling was awkwardly like nausea. -We should define some structure for this sooner or later. -..And juice must have arrived to her bowels. She really had to take care of not release it. She shook her head dismissively. -Sorry, Kathy, I can`t think. I could find it in a minute from my workstation. -The pain in her womb became a pulsating sensation and she hadn`t realized when it happened. Kathy was disappointed.
-He really needs it today. -She said.
-I try to remember. I`ll tell when I find out. -She promised. Kathy looked toward the office. Penny understood that she wanted to go back and not come again to her cross. -Somebody comes out to the toilet quite frequently. I will send a message with one of them. -She promised. Kathy relieved and took an empathic manner.
-Is it bad? -She asked. Penny agreed with the embedded statement with a grin.
-I miss the lunch a bit. -She admitted a less significant among her several troubles. Kathy looked over her naked body. She tried to imagine herself in place of Penny to connect her. Her face showed that she chased away the thought soon, probably she also felt her own naked body too unattractive for crucifixion. Small titted girls are always envy to the others blessed with bigger boobs. She didn`t understand how easier if it does not swaying around like Penny`s used to for every movement.
-Should I..? -Kathy started to ask, but Penny interrupted her with a shake of her head.
-It can't be much longer. -She said. Kathy left her and she already felt herself alone again. She released some painful grins holding for lonely moments and aired the back of her labia where sweat used to accumulate between her thighs.
The crucifixion didn`t want to be over. She had less and less control over her own body. If it wanted to move, all its parts squirmed freely inside the limits of immobile bounds. When it wanted to be still, she couldn’t` ease her burning upper body from strains or close her legs from gazes. There were less and shorter gazes. People, even men started to get used to her presence on the cross. Others, on the contrary stared longer and more impudently. sometimes she caught their gaze with an angry and questioning look, to which they smiled back in complicity as if apologizing for a forgivable trifle. Penny didn`t even realized when the guard arrived, only when he touched her sole above the footrest.
-Fuck me, but take me down! -She whispered to him. The guard just took the sheet and the pen.
-Not yet, Penelope. -He said, and started to question her again.
-Feel of fever?
-Sickish feeling, bad stomach?
-Just when I look at you. -The guard smiled gently and kept on.
The guard stood up, put his hand to her neck below her hair, then forced her eyes widening.
-Follow my finger! -He commanded, moving forth and back it in front of her eyes.
-Follow my finger! -Penny answered, trying to form her insensitive hands to the well known international sign beyond the ropes what the guard had tied to her wrist long time ago. He showed no offense.
-OK, it`s good you keept sense of humor, but your pupillary reactions are not very good. I measure your temperature. -He decided, and took out a thermometer that was longer than usual and had a ball the size of a ping-pong ball closed to its end. Penny was too tired and slow to wondering what he wanted to do with that before it became obvious as the guard squatted down behind her.
-Hey! I was just joking when I told you to fuck me! -She shouted in fright, jerking her hips in the other direction.
-Ease! -He commanded, softly pulling back her body with the purpose to push that thing up to it. Penny realized that her anus was her only body opening that was hidden yet from strangers, and the guard must have seen it because he pulled her right buttock strongly toward himself in one hand, and found exactly the entrance to her rectum with the cold glass.
-Don`t move! -The guard ordered when she tried to pull it away. It occurred to Penny what if someone came out to use the toilet right now. She changed tactics and tried to get over it as soon as possible. She was helpless anyway, with all limbs tied strictly to the cross.
-OK, OK. -She yielded, then took some deep breath.
-Go for it! -She took commanding, and eased her anus. The thermometer immediately entered her body and started it`s way upward. It scratched the rectal wall, causing a stinging sensation. Penny tried to keep her hips parallel to the direction the guard was pushing the bar into her body, pushing backward her ass.
-That`s it, do it baby! -She joked to hide how ashamed she was. She felt the ball arriving between her buttocks and approaching inevitably her anus. She realized it was for not to push out the thermometer accidentally, so she had to take it too.
-Wait-wait! -She commanded quickly, because she knew she was not really in charge. -To three! -She added, then counted and ease her muscles again. The ball slipped in. It still hurt but not as much. At least the guard left her back alone for a while. Within a few seconds she got used to the alien object among her organs, realized that it sat stable inside her, she couldn`t push it out accidentally, even with purpose maybe, and eased her back by not pushing herself away from the cross anymore. She found with a small surprise that there is still a reasonable part of the bar outside of her body, because the crossbeam hit it and pushed it inside her more. She felt the pain when her intenstines couldn`t be straightened any more. She straightened back, and as a result the bar pressed more her rectum wall forward, squeezing her uterus and bladder.
-I really have no space for this.-She stated, then chose the mordant pain on her rectum wall then poking of her belly from below.
-Sorry, I always forgot your name. -She tried to pull up her attention from what was happening at her lower parts, meanwhile take revenge on the guard because he forgot her name after he had crucified her.
-Peter. -The guard told.
-So, Peter. I took off my clothes for you, let you to tie me to this wood. -She whispered. -But rummaging in my ass is beyond everything. -The office door opened. Penny turned toward it immediately to hide her back. She realized that she just had showed up her naked body to the man arriving. He must thought that she wanted to show him her sexes or he figured out that she tried to hide something behind. But he praised her with just a glance and went out to the toilet. Penny`s bladder was poked by the thermometer and she was still convinced that it`s visible on her bare loin. When her colleague returned and stood for a moment just in front of her, and as all of them swiped over her central regions with his eyes, she tried to mine out from his look if he recognized any sign of the periodical waves pulsating over her urinating system up to the peehole where she blocked it with permanent control. He apparently just admired the shape of her intimate hairs, but Penny couldn`t be sure.
When Penny had urgency in public place, she used to press her loin discretely with legs crossed or in more serious cases with hands slipped over it. Now that her hands were tied out and her groin was in contact with open air like on toilet, she became really scared that her body would react on an unwanted way. The fear of stimulus increased further the stimulus itself. She heard her name.
-Hm? -She asked impatiently. She needed to concentrate, distraction was very annoying.
-Let me see it! -Peter ordered. It means she would have more space for her bladder soon, but she didn`t relieved yet.
-At last! But be very kind, or I piss over your hand. -She answered, pushing back her buttock and arching forward her back to show up her filled anus to the guard. The leaving of the ball was so orgasmic that she released one drop of urine which ran quickly over her leg. She clenched all her loin as strong as possible which meant that she clenched her anus muscles too, making harder to pull out the bar. It stimulated her anus more by the slipping feeling, along with her bladder. It was the first time she moaned loudly.
-It was closed. -She announced, when the guard finished to pull out the thermometer. He checked the result, then compare it with a table in a small notebook, and took a small hypodermic syringe.
-It helps? What`s that? -Penny asked with the remaining relief in her voice that her loin was let alone.
-Things we give crucified people who are too weak to bear until the end. -Peter explained. -Amphetamine, adrenaline, legal things.
-OK, if it helps to jump to the end. -Penny agreed. The guard stuck it in her bottom at the hip. Penny didn`t feel anything.
-All right. -He said, and left her alone. Penny couldn`t do anything else just wait for something. Anything. Her exposed tits lifted and sank. Her exposed body did a slow swaying dance in her bonds.
At first she was scared because she felt the stimulus coming back, but she felt it in her whole body as a tingling, and it became pleasant. All the pain was still with her vigorously, in her shoulder, soles, belly, neck, back, chest, but she didn`t suffer of them, more enjoying, which truly released her. Someone arrived to the toilet. This time Penny was happy that he saw her naked body. That he adored her. She was glad that she could show her body without guilt, since her clothes were taken away by others, and her hands, which should have virginally covered her private parts, were tied up. She didn`t consider the cross as a torture device anymore, but the superior existence she was part of. The suffering body and mind to bring joy to onlookers, opened in any way they wanted it to be opened. She desired more men to come. She wanted to feel the taste of their satisfaction, admiring their face reveling in the pleasure she caused. She felt herself freely available on the cross. She wanted so badly to be touched by any of them, giving her tits as present, to people who admiring them. When the next men came, she tried to look helpless and lost to attract them. She felt a palm on her face. She put her head into that, and gladly recognized that her other cheek was caressed, and the hand leaving it "accidentally touched her right breast. She opened her legs, also "accidentally", letting them see what was between them. She felt this exciting moment unrepeatable, after she had to get back her jeans and she would have to act as a good girl again. It was bigger pain when she was left alone on the cross than the aching in her wrists which she hanged from. Then big emptiness visited her as drugs left, and she couldn`t do anything else just hanging tired from the cross. The pain was bigger then any time before, but memories were still with her, making easier to bear public nakedness, even if she didn`t feel the same feelings anymore. People still came and stared at her body, but she accepted that she could do nothing against it.
Then the guards came back together.
-Don` you just wanna say that I can go out at last? -She asked them.
-We release you, Penelope Walsh. Dress up and go back to work! -Peter said indifferently, and they started to unbound the knots on her limbs. When she stepped down to the carpet, her soles immediately started cramping. She fallen forward and hugged the other guard. Her tits pressed his chest in a middle ward position as it bounced up by momentum. She felt the touch of his uniform with her bare skin. She realized that she was holding herself with her own hands, clutching the shoulders of the man above her. He pressed her back with his hands, one of them was maybe lower than it was appropriate.
-OK, OK. Try again! -He commanded. The second try worked. She stood on her own legs. She ducked over to the hangers with a rocking bottom. She was aware that they were watching, and wondered if any moisture remained there after the thermometer. She took her panties, then her tops, just without bra. She wanted to be fast, didn`t care for her nipples thrusting across the cloth.
-It was amazing, guys, almost freaked me out. -She told them, pressing her hips back to her tight jeans. They nodded and left her alone without a word, as always, talking among each other, walking away on the corridor from the empty cross on the wall, covered by sweat of Penelope Walsh`s naked back.