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we’d love to see them posted here. Be brave. Go ahead and do it.
I have been talking with Lember and sent him part of one of my stories , he has come up with very good and constructive comments.
I am into stories of judicial canings and punishments hope this would be acceptable.
Basically I need to proof read my stories before posting .
I will try and post soon thanks for the encouragement.
 
i like quite a bit of detail and a slowish build up in a story.
In my mind it enables me to have a good view of what is happening and being there to observe the proceeding.
I also prefer women with ordinary bodies, still desirable but not perfect.
I have written some stories which I have shared with friends only so far as I am not brave enough to post on the main site.
This is my personnel preference and in no way is a critism of your writing lember, I am finding this story very interesting and await the next part when it’s ready Only wished I had had the idea first……l
you`re right, these people will crucify everyone for a bad story. They shame you for any little grammatic or logical error for weeks. There is a topic where we used to laugh at bad writers or no: it`s not true, if I think over it again it never happened

The worst that happened to any of my bad stories was not getting likes and comments enough

(except Heineudo. He likes everything)

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I felt myself blessed that my window opened onto the courtyard. The others needed to put up a fake sympathetic face to go to a window on the same side, mostly in the kitchen. Meanwhile I ned just to stand up a bit for any reason to check most of them. Blanka and Beth were visible exactly besides my monitor. I saw them better than they saw each other. Blanka needed to turn back to see Beth, and Beth almost just saw the back of Blanka. I wasn`t sure she valued that ass.
I didn`t know what I expected, but they didn`t do anything, just stood there with arms pulled apart. Their penalty was to be completely outstretched for six hours. I read in company policy document that they had to be naked so that the officer could properly control the tension on their bodies. And it wasn`t written, but it was clear that on the cross it was impossible to take back clothes. And I was happy for that. They were staring down intently to their discarded clothes down below with blushed face.
(What do they see? People in windows? The cleaning lady bringing the rubish to the trash? That man just left his parked car? Does my embarrassment clearly visible? Or he treats me a whore wo likes to show herself up to men, as he`s looking at me just now? He can think it of my narrow, moreover fresh trimming indeed. I cannot move my hips that much to show him clearly that I try to hide my pussy from his sight. I must not look at his eyes. He would consider it provocative. Just look down and acting very, very shy. And stop hanging! My loin thrusted forward and my legs opened. Just one centimeter or two but he surely recognized it. My tiptoes are weary, but I need to do it a bit more. What is he doing? Why can`t he close that car at last?)
I took another look at Blanka, her embarrassment, and then started working. We had a car race simulation project from a gaming company who wanted speedway in several historical cities. I programmed a routine which would give spectators individual moving and clothing on low memory cost, in every race different. It occupied my mind so much that I only thought about the girls when I heard Haleigh accross the opened window asking loudly back:
-What time is it? -I checked the clock on my screen. I had been working for half an hour.
-Do anyone see the watchtower?
-Who`s the last one?
-Aline, she was the last after me.
-I`m far from that, sorry. The corner of the 15th building is totally in way.
I tried to work, but after ten minutes I checked again, this time their faces. They were like caged doves: Looking outside of their cage, moved as much as they could within their limits (If only I put my watch on the top!). Wynter looked down and shows very silly, empty face (I should have started a video on my phone. My bra there would keep it tilted to let me see it without Sun reflection. It would work for two hours. And still I would have four here after the film would end. If I would have looked for a media player yesterday that handles playlist, two movies could be played from this SD card. In this case two hours are remaining. I start to feel my neck. Do this beam keep my head? Yes, a bit. What about upper arms? They pulled it slightly upward...when?).

I heard the door opening. I quickly turn back and left the room.
 
I felt myself blessed that my window opened onto the courtyard. The others needed to put up a fake sympathetic face to go to a window on the same side, mostly in the kitchen. Meanwhile I ned just to stand up a bit for any reason to check most of them. Blanka and Beth were visible exactly besides my monitor. I saw them better than they saw each other. Blanka needed to turn back to see Beth, and Beth almost just saw the back of Blanka. I wasn`t sure she valued that ass.
With such a diversion for the employees, I doubt, the performance of the division will increase!:roto2palm:
 
Another thirty minutes went. This time we used to go out to smoke, but the others seemed to be working without any sign of will to stop. That was quite unusual. I straightened up a bit. The girls were just standing and standing, with bored and impatient faces (Really can`t I check a facebook-post whole day, just watching how they check my boobs?). I had to take a closer look again. My mind was working hard for a solution. Then I remembered that I had something to copy in the printer room in building 15th. I needed to walk close to the crosses at the end of the queue. I found the papers in my drawer, put it to a folder and sneaked out.
When I left the building I saw several faces turning toward me. I just nodded as if they weren`t hanging on a cross and I squeezed the folder demonstratively. They looked away (pretend if everything was OK, as if I`m just on the fresh air for a while. Don`t make him come here. I want to talk about it so much, but I don`t think I could. He`s just a colleague. My sister would be the best I guess, if she was here). I moved toward the printer saloon. I ned to be fast enough to pretend that I had purpose, but slow enough to catch some body part which I can`t tomorrow: a breast, a nipple, a pubic area. Firstly that. I had to remember, what is behind that jeans and pants.
I saw Aline dipping toward me, then back, as if she tried to step to me when I walked away besides her cross. I looked up at her eye, while I didn`t forget to swallow up all her beautiful body. It was a bit vulgar compared to selected professional pornstars, but that made it more adorable to me. I changed my direction and stopped in front of her. She moved her legs a bit toward each other, one by one (There was something position I found an hour ago or so in which my thigh hide my crack, except the uppermost part), then left her bum behind, pressed to the cross (Whatever. He may listen to me). Her tits were at eye-level. I looked at her eyes, while all the receptors on my retina were monitoring in different directions. I felt weak odour of sweat and soap.
-Milton, can you fold my clothes and put somewhere below my feet? -She asked me calmly on slightly trembling voice. I wondered how difficult was to speak for her. I looked down, using the opportunity again to focus on interesting parts of her body. Her ass pressed more to the crossbeam, while her tits came forward. But yes, her clothes were thrown apart, not resting in a neat heap as of the others.
-The guard accidentally kicked it apart when came over. It`s very annoying to see it in the dirt. I would jump down from the cross in every minute to gather it. -She explained as if she was serving her punishment up there by obedient will.
-A guard? -I asked back to manage to stay here as much as possible. I was happy that her arms were tied out apart, not upward direction. Her breasts were not under tension, they were a bit lower than in bra.
-He comes sometimes to check the knots. (How many times that man still going to touch me?).
-Yes. -Anette added from the next cross. She did not see us, but here tits were so constricted that I saw the peak of her nipples. Her arms were jerking a bit as she told the word "yes". I looked back to the soft titted Aline.
-Of course, I told, and shrugged down to fold her clothes. I almost heard her feet sighing up as she let them rest, and I knew that above my head there is a door of sensuality opened up. I had time, I had to find something to ask and I would look up then and see the lips between the columns of legs fixed down.
First I concentrated on my task. I collected her small shoes to form a base I can put the clothes on. I found and put her socks inside. Her fingers were moving on the footrest in the background. I took her jeans and I had to stand up to fold it. It`s color was darker inside than outside. I was thinking when she had bought it. She pulled her upper body forward. Her fists opened.
-Put my panties inside, if you could. -She said, trying to show with her eyes how she meant, looking at the trousers that had been stretching on her hips just an hour ago. I bowed down to collect the piece and crumpled inside a leg from above. The opened forezipper scratched my lower arm. When I folded it I crouched back. When my head was on the level of her sex, I breathed in.
Her top was so small when it was not on her, I could put it also inside the trousers, but the bra was even bigger then her breasts. The cups were cushioned well. She sighed a big, almost moaned. I saw from the corner of my eyes how her belly muscles worked hard. She probably forgot conscious breathing when I came to her, or tried to keep an uncomfortable position and oxygen gradually ran out with every exhale which were slightly bigger than inhale, since she had to work against the weight of her ass.
I collected every pieces and put it to where I thought she wanted.
-May you put it in front of me? I want to see them. -She asked on weak voice. I pushed the heap to the other side of the base of her cross, guessing if she could see it from there, but her belly was flat, especially in this strained position, and her tits were far apart from each other enough. I stood up, I was in front of her heaving body. She took again that uncomfortable wannabe pussy-hiding position and said thank. I bowed my head politely and checked again all her body.
-We sucked this year, do we? -She asked with the next exhale.
-Pretty much. I answered, worrying if she caught my last look on her. I said farewell to escape.
-Could you please push there my clothes too? -I heard from the next cross on tormented voice, as Anette tried to look back above her shoulder, straining all her body.

-Of course! -I answered calmly and pushed her heap also closer to her feet. She nodded and looked away to the tower on the riverbank, not far from there. I checked her body too, then left them alone on the cross and went to the copy saloon. When I returned, Aline and Anette still just stood there and looking forward with empty faces. I sent a sympathetic look, when Aline recognized my presence without any happiness, and went back to work.
 
dressing is dignity
I like that their dignity is presently in the dirt…
The confrontation of crucified with their clothes littered around in the dirt, at the feet of the crosses, is a psycholigical sign to the crucified, of their lost dignity! So, by all means, it should be forbidden to fold them and put them in order! Take away that man Milton the other half of his salary for this month!
 
The confrontation of crucified with their clothes littered around in the dirt, at the feet of the crosses, is a psycholigical sign to the crucified, of their lost dignity! So, by all means, it should be forbidden to fold them and put them in order! Take away that man Milton the other half of his salary for this month!
Nah, forget his salary, he should be tied to a whipping post and flogged, before his own crucifixion, that will help the gender inequality issue discussed earlier…

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Nah, forget his salary, he should be tied to a whipping post and flogged, before his own crucifixion, that will help the gender inequality issue discussed earlier…

:roflmao::span1:
I am coming back to an earlier point. Milton should focus now on improving the performance of the department. Instead, he strolls around the crosses, and even finds time to fold clothes, during work hours!
I bet there are cameras around, that follow the male employees' activity. The department needs a scapegoat for the bad results, has to economise, and needs a compensation for the humiliation of the women! Milton is applying to get fired.
 
I am coming back to an earlier point. Milton should focus now on improving the performance of the department. Instead, he strolls around the crosses, and even finds time to fold clothes, during work hours!
I bet there are cameras around, that follow the male employees' activity. The department needs a scapegoat for the bad results, has to economise, and needs a compensation for the humiliation of the women! Milton is applying to get fired.
It’d be more fun if they whipped and crucified him and would likely improve morale no end
 
I am coming back to an earlier point. Milton should focus now on improving the performance of the department. Instead, he strolls around the crosses, and even finds time to fold clothes, during work hours!
I bet there are cameras around, that follow the male employees' activity. The department needs a scapegoat for the bad results, has to economise, and needs a compensation for the humiliation of the women! Milton is applying to get fired.
probably you are right, it`s an absolutely outdated and misused procedure that should have been dismissed long time ago. I don`t know, maybe it`s because there is male majority in legislation

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I put together a clothing set very similar to the one Aline had that day on a female avatar whose body was also similar and put it to the spectator database. The face was different, so probably she wouldn`t notice that among the hundreds of spectators during testing the program. Then I made a coffee and looked out to the girls crucified outside, trying to remember who used to drink coffee too in the same time. A car arrived from the road and drove along the line of crosses. All the girls made strange movements inside their bounds as if they were trying to escape upward, pulling their body up by their head pushing the top of crossbeam. I found out that the gasfumes must`ve been quite disturbing while they all were working on breathing. Their pussies were so close to the driver, on the proper level that he could validate his parking card on their vertical cut if he had held out his hand.
It was 11:30 when the smokers started to prepare at last. I hurried to join. In the lift we did not talk.
-They may feel themselves very lonely. -Bradford answered a question that was never asked.
We left the building in the middle of the queue. Several heads turned toward us and immediately back (-What do they do here? -Have we reached lunchtime?). It would be weird just standing on the place where we used to and ignore the girls standing around tied to their crosses, so the guys went to Dina, who was crucified the closest. I followed them silently. The others looked very symphatetic, asking questions looking at her eyes as much as possible. It was hard to do, they picked the girl with the most beautiful breasts. It had shape but moved freely as she squirmed uneasily by our presence.
-Hi
-How are you?
-Sorry, we couldn`t come earlier, we are extremely pushed today without you all.
-Does it hurt much? -They were asking her.
-Only when I laugh. -She replied with all the air that was in her lung at the moment. She just gave real answer with the next exhale.
-I can alter my weight, even if my body is always outstretched, just I hate that I always have to keep that there, and that tere -she referred to her hands one by one theatrically with her head that was only free to move -and always there! -she finished, trying to pull herself away from the cross in frustration. I just followed her bouncing tits (I have to calm down).
-If only we can do something for you. -Adrian said to express his condolences in more other ways.
-OK. Let`s talk about something else. Work. I was thinking. -Dina said. -There is a link in the knowledge repository I saved to "to be good for something" page. You can get random numbers gained from atmospheric noise... -She stopped to get some breathe-...online. You can use it...-She continued, when the guard who just arrived interrupted her.
-May you give me space? Thanks! -He said, punching through us. Dina stopped talking, stood up to her tiptoes and pushed her back to the cross (He really had to come just now?). The guard checked her ropes, touched her body parts, looked down to her heels. During she was looking up until the guard touched a sensitive and outstretched part of her thigh. She suddenly looked down to check where the finger was wandering on her body (No, I can`t stand on my fucking feet, why can`t you just go away? I will be here when you come back!), then when she saw that it was going down, not up, kept staring to somewhere above our heads. Everybody followed the scene. I was staring at her hands how it was pulling the ropes hopelessly.
The guard left her and went away toward the other crosses. Maeghan tied to the next one looked back over her shoulder as if she had felt him approaching (Someone will conjure my pantiesback for thirty seconds!).
Dina altered her weight as the guard left her. I saw her labia popping out between her thighs. She was looking at Maeghan for a moment than came back to us.
-So you can put a line to the php code that can connect to the page...Adrian, please. I understand it`s a weird situation, not your fault, but please try to stop staring at my tits! Thanks... So it can solve the problem of repeated spectators in the same scene. -She finished. The exertion of speaking attracted drops of sweat from under his hair. All the time I was trying to remember how many centimeters the bra pushed forward her tits when she had been clothed.
-Sorry. -Adrian said. -I try this and we discuss it this afternoon... or better tomorrow.
-Come back if you have question. I will be here and have time to think. -She said, resting her temple on the crosswood. It pushed forward her tits a bit, and let me check her cunt more freely as she looked away.
The cigarettes burned out, so we left the row of crosses with our colleagues on them.


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I put together a clothing set very similar to the one Aline had that day on a female avatar whose body was also similar and put it to the spectator database. The face was different, so probably she wouldn`t notice that among the hundreds of spectators during testing the program. Then I made a coffee and looked out to the girls crucified outside, trying to remember who used to drink coffee too in the same time. A car arrived from the road and drove along the line of crosses. All the girls made strange movements inside their bounds as if they were trying to escape upward, pulling their body up by their head pushing the top of crossbeam. I found out that the gasfumes must`ve been quite disturbing while they all were working on breathing. Their pussies were so close to the driver, on the proper level that he could validate his parking card on their vertical cut if he had held out his hand.
It was 11:30 when the smokers started to prepare at last. I hurried to join. In the lift we did not talk.
-They may feel themselves very lonely. -Bradford answered a question that was never asked.
We left the building in the middle of the queue. Several heads turned toward us and immediately back (-What do they do here? -Have we reached lunchtime?). It would be weird just standing on the place where we used to and ignore the girls standing around tied to their crosses, so the guys went to Dina, who was crucified the closest. I followed them silently. The others looked very symphatetic, asking questions looking at her eyes as much as possible. It was hard to do, they picked the girl with the most beautiful breasts. It had shape but moved freely as she squirmed uneasily by our presence.
-Hi
-How are you?
-Sorry, we couldn`t come earlier, we are extremely pushed today without you all.
-Does it hurt much? -They were asking her.
-Only when I laugh. -She replied with all the air that was in her lung at the moment. She just gave real answer with the next exhale.
-I can alter my weight, even if my body is always outstretched, just I hate that I always have to keep that there, and that tere -she referred to her hands one by one theatrically with her head that was only free to move -and always there! -she finished, trying to pull herself away from the cross in frustration. I just followed her bouncing tits (I have to calm down).
-If only we can do something for you. -Adrian said to express his condolences in more other ways.
-OK. Let`s talk about something else. Work. I was thinking. -Dina said. -There is a link in the knowledge repository I saved to "to be good for something" page. You can get random numbers gained from atmospheric noise... -She stopped to get some breathe-...online. You can use it...-She continued, when the guard who just arrived interrupted her.
-May you give me space? Thanks! -He said, punching through us. Dina stopped talking, stood up to her tiptoes and pushed her back to the cross (He really had to come just now?). The guard checked her ropes, touched her body parts, looked down to her heels. During she was looking up until the guard touched a sensitive and outstretched part of her thigh. She suddenly looked down to check where the finger was wandering on her body (No, I can`t stand on my fucking feet, why can`t you just go away? I will be here when you come back!), then when she saw that it was going down, not up, kept staring to somewhere above our heads. Everybody followed the scene. I was staring at her hands how it was pulling the ropes hopelessly.
The guard left her and went away toward the other crosses. Maeghan tied to the next one looked back over her shoulder as if she had felt him approaching (Someone will conjure my pantiesback for thirty seconds!).
Dina altered her weight as the guard left her. I saw her labia popping out between her thighs. She was looking at Maeghan for a moment than came back to us.
-So you can put a line to the php code that can connect to the page...Adrian, please. I understand it`s a weird situation, not your fault, but please try to stop staring at my tits! Thanks... So it can solve the problem of repeated spectators in the same scene. -She finished. The exertion of speaking attracted drops of sweat from under his hair. All the time I was trying to remember how many centimeters the bra pushed forward her tits when she had been clothed.
-Sorry. -Adrian said. -I try this and we discuss it this afternoon... or better tomorrow.
-Come back if you have question. I will be here and have time to think. -She said, resting her temple on the crosswood. It pushed forward her tits a bit, and let me check her cunt more freely as she looked away.
The cigarettes burned out, so we left the row of crosses with our colleagues on them.


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A "tbc" or "The End" would be always helpful for me.
 
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