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a 28# strip 2#
Dressed only with an old bedsheet, she was taken blindfolded to the big meadow, dumped unceremoniously on the ground and handed over to Jo, exactrix mortis, crux-mistress extraordinaire, and her team of young and willing helpers. The girls in the delivery team were having a rough morning; never mind . . .
"Get up you stupid cow" yelled Jo. Eventually, sleeping beauty stopped dreaming of being somewhere else, anywhere else, got to her feet and stood there, stock still, gazing at the ground.
"Start walking, that way, over towards the gap in the tree line. Move yourself; we're not on a picnic. I've got a job to do . . . . and you're it."
She walked, slowly, more of a stumble really, for with feet bare and hands tied at back she was not well equipped for anything but a meander across the meadow to where the big scaffold stood waiting, even though the surface en route was soft and sandy.
As if it were a stroll in the park, the girl, Jo, the photographic duo and the crux team followed; no rush. In fact they weren't in any great hurry, enjoying their sunny day out in a remote area of the headquarters estate. Yes, they had a project to complete, but why get stressed? It could take all day, perhaps evening too, before they' be finished. Enjoy the sunshine, fresh air and seclusion . . .
At the clearing, the girl hesitated momentarily, before walking up to the big cross and dropping onto one knee in front, soon changed to kneeling on both knees, as if in thrall to the big thing. She was close to the base, looking up, then down, not confused but coming to terms with what it was, what it represented, what it was going to do . . .
Jo walked over and pulled the scrap of old cotton sheet that covered her top, revealing her small, round, perfectly-formed breasts and the other scrap of sheet that formed crude side-tie knickers.
"You have to be naked before you can mount the cross and serve out your sentence" said Jo.
"No, no" screamed the girl, "Ruth told me I could wear the top and loin-cloth as well. She did, really, she promised."
'Not another one granted a modesty-clause' thought Jo; she'd had this problem before, when Ruth played lesbo games with the condemned, relenting on the requirement to hang naked.
"I'll ring her to confirm what you say" advised Jo, "but for my money you'll have to strip off."
Ruth was supposedly in a meeting when Jo called from her cell-phone, but Adele promised a call-back soon. Meanwhile, the girl had lifted up, sat on her haunches. A request to untie hands was granted and she went on to indulge in what looked like praying. Jo had no difficulty with this, she'd seen it before; it wasn't a part of her life, simply not bothered by the idea, but if it worked for others that was fine with her. Eventually blondie stood up to 'pray' some more. It became clear the move was a delaying tactic, so wrists were bound and she was left to contemplate both cross and fate.
The team took the gear off the trolley carrying stool, ladder, ropes, and put it all next to the frame. A lovely day, so Jo and team stripped off as usual. Not only a warm, sunny day, but it was an essential part of Jo's methodology. Putting the cruxee at ease, more or less, with their own nudity, compliant submission was achieved without recourse to force or violence. The photo crew never participated in stripping, always retaining their leotards; it just wasn't their scene.
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