-OK, I look for the medic. -I told, and walked away, not even slow down at her neighbour, a skinny teen, struggling with her bounds, than a woman who was hanging still, resting between two push up.
Then I had to stop, because a small group arrived to the wall: Five officer in uniform and a scared girl in medium cut top and deep dark blue jeans which was so skinny on her perfect rounded ass that the belt had clearly only decorative function. She must have been addressed to the empty cross they arrived to. I could go around them but I had to see what was under the fine textiles.
The girl stared at the cross nervously, she clearly was here first time as subject of the process. She shuddered as the two stools clicked on the stone at the sides of the empty puishment device, as two of the officers put them there. One of them made notes in his folder, while the remaining two held the girl`s soft upper arms. She looked at them with a reluctant expectancy.
The two technicians kept prepare the cross using their notes, quickly and efficiently. One of them with a bag of necessary cross accessories attached the footrest at the given height, set the given angle, fixed a fifteen centimetres long, five centimeters wide pole in horizontal direction which would gave her a place to sit for a while when she would be tied up there. I saw the pale centimeter accuracy scaling on the cross he worked based on. The other one step up to a stool to shift the ropes to the place where her fists were determined to be in the next hours. I looked back to the girl shuffling her feet to see if she followed too the preparation. I bet she shrunken a little bit when the two techniciasn finished the set up and approached her.
-This is my first time. -She explained on trembling voice. -Please tell me what to do, I will do it! -At the moment she was scared more of the officers than the cross itself, what they would do with her in order to put her up. But they did not react. The two holding her arms stepped back a little, which stretched her chest out and forced the air out of her lungs. The other two occupied the place where their colleagues had been stand, crouched down and grabbed the girl`s legs strictly. The first two emerged her arms up, and waited for the commander who immediately arrived putting aside his notes. He did not ask anything of the scared girl, just easily pulled up her top accross her head. The men who held her fists lowered their grip to her upper arms so the shrunk fitted top could be slip over her hands and put aside. Everything went quickly and efficiently. I looked down to her waistline where the coarse jeans textile and the soft skin met each other under the hard belt. I recognized that she tried to move her legs instinctly in the tight grip, but the two men literally embraced her thighs, making her stand in a small spread.
The commander took her arms and lowered them while one of the men who had held it before, unhooked her bra from behind and pushed it forward on her arms. In fact they gave her arms to each other back and forth like rugby players does the ball, until her upper body was completely nude. I could not say if she tried to resist, because the quick movements were always unexpected and professional. They just released her limbs for the moment when a piece of clothes left her body. Menawhile she struggling inside with herself, forcing her body not to resist agains pushing and pulling. They stopped it just for the seconds while the commander undid her belt, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the short zipper. Meanwhile she realized the horror of being undressed publicly, her breasts were already bare and soon she would surely loose her pants.
It happened quickly. First the shoes, than the jeans together with the panties. They gave her no time, immediately brought her to the cross. I stepped to the commander.
-Officer, give me that. I will fold it. -I ordered him. He looked at me, saw that I was upper class, and obeyed, even said thanks. I kept spectating the crucifixion with her jeans in my hands. I wanted to touch its material, the heat of her body inside.
Two men stood up to the stove, while other two lifted the girl by her thighs, except that this time they touched her bare skin instead of her jeans. Their heads were only inches from her shaved pussy, she even could feel their breath on it. The commander arrived and pushed her upper body back to keep it straight. The people on the stoves grabbed her arms to fix them. She watched as a wide textile forearm cuff was velcroed to her wrist with a strong steel ring on it. Then they slipped the ring into a long horizontal gap in the crossbeam, and from above, across one of the holes of which there must`ve been a whole row on its upperside, pushed a steel pole accross it. Her arms were fixed by then, but they slipped a sequence of wide ropes over the textile cuff, and strictly bounded her arms with them, taking the last few centimeters of freedom.
When it was ready, they let her hang down. I think she did not feel any sharp or cutting in her wrists, just her weight in her arm and whole upper body. She looked down, gasping for air. Officers put her feet to the footrest, then wrapped a long, wide black silk around her ankle, and repeatedly threaded through a gap in the footrest, tying her foot tightly to it. It lasted long, while she looked longingly at her jeans as my hands played with it.
The officers took the stoves and left the crucified girl alone, and the spectators also walked away to find other bodies to see. I approached the naked, freshly crucified girl who hurriedly sought the position with her hips to best hide her genitals, still looking at her pants in my hand. She tried to turn left and right, rubbing her knees together up and down, sometimes glancing down at the small gap on her groin. We ended up facing each other. Her arms wide open, mine folded. She naked, I with my clothes on. She looked around above my head, maybe for help, even if I didn`t know, what she could find except other spectators.
-I will give it back to you, and you can wear it again when you will have served your sentence. I just admire this beautiful color and excellent material. Soft inside, strong outside. -I analysed her piece of clothes, touching it everywhere. I found her panties in one of its leg, I put it to the alcove where the other peaces were, on the top of the bra. She followed all of my movements, though the first signs of fatigue are beginning to show.
-Where did you buy it? I want one to my wife. -I asked. She did not answer immediately. She tried to sit down to the small rest, but it proved to be very painful, she jumped up immediately and sank down into her bounds beside it, gasping air.
-Try it with your buttocks, not the tailbone. -I advised after some thinking and contemplating her loin.
-Thank you, sir. Maybe later. I have to rest. -She gasped.
-Already? -I asked disappointed. I wanted to know how that seating would work with a real body.
-And regarding the shop where I used to by my clothes. I would write down the address for you, but I will be crucified for hours. I`m afraid I will be busy with it.
-Wait, I actually have a very small notebook and a short pen. I will find it in my pockets. Until please try some push up! -I asked and started to look for the notebook, putting the jeans on my lower arm. It was nice piece, quite casual, but still didn`t really fit to my suit. Meanwhile she stopped gasping, took three big breathe, slowly and consciously, and forced herself up. Her knees started to close and open quickly of the exertion. I took the chance to have a glance to the entrance to her young body between them. She lowered her body down to the seating and started gasping again. I found what I was looking for. I put the pen to her right hand and held the notebook there, putting the jeans to my shoulder. She looked at me with painful eyes and wrote the name of the shop with ugly letters.
-Thank you! It wasn`t so hard, was it? -I asked, and put the jeans to the top of the heap of her clothes, then walked back in front of her. I checked accurately her belly and touched the traces of the waistline which still was visible a little bit in her soft skin.
-Was it comfortable? Not too tight? -I asked, looking up to her face between her tits. They were far from each other enough and didn`t hang.
-More comfortable than I feel myself now. -She told. I considered the answer impertinent, and ran my finger down on her loin, slightly avoiding her sex.
-OK, thank you. I don`t bother you anymore. It will be not so hard, just keep changing your positions. I don`t see soo many girls served by seating. -I told, and left her, because I saw the officer with the tube going somewhere.
