lember
Magistrate
Part 1
-Five and half hours, must spent on 2018.07.29, on the traditional site of crucifixion punishments of Duisburg. The convicted is ordered to appear at 12:00 in the Hauptbanhoff Police Office. Consequence of absence is six month in prison and 25000 Euro penalty, can be paid in twenty year maturity instalments
The happening of the unlikely made me feel hot and cold. Crucified in public is the penalty of a small proportion of "offenses not dangerous to society", that mostly retaliated by fine, at most suspended imprisonment. Every month just the first 40 of these cases against women ended with this demonstrative punishment, judged on a random, confidental day of the month in all the courthouses of the city and its countryside. It`s the oldest tradition of the country that should have been changed unlikely long time ago, if anybody had wanted to. But the chance to fall under this law was so low, so the threatened themselves never cared about doing anything. Demonstartions, petitions, politics at all is though and difficult. Older women could apply for medical exception anyway, since the procedure is exhaustive for a younger lady too. Men, who encountered as I was walking home from the courthouse, stealing a glance on my cleavage now as they used to, especially did not do anything with this older-then-medieval tradition. I got used to these glances as a girl in her late-twenty, sometimes I liked it. Now some fear comes with it in my stomach.
It was Monday, I had a whole week until my penalty took place. On the first night I tried to imagine how is it standing nude above the busiest place of the city: the König-Heinrich-Platz, closed to the train station, full of mostly low -and lower-middle class locals, moreover tourists from Netherland and everywhere else. Finally I drunked myself to sleep.
From next day I could not do anything else than do not care about this issue at all. I made my work and meetings. I decided however one thing strongly: I would not tell anybody anything about my following Sunday. I was sure I did not want anybody there I known, if I could avoid that.
When I was alone the Thing slided back to my mind. I was thinking if I should practice somehow to be more prepared, but I did not even know what would be the hardest part. I remembered that girls used to stand on tiptoes, because their arms tied high above them, in 30-40 degrees from horizontal. But their arms must hold them too, in fact all the body could be strained below neck. One thing I was sure that I would know it soon. After the sentence I immediately stopped shaving my pubic hair, but I have known that one week was not enough to hide anything.
On Saturday I wanted to piss off myself again, but I did not want a hangover too above all the suffering I was about to face. At morning I thought about some pills that ease my day, tranquillizers mostly, but drug test could be expected in the Police office. After a struggling toilet to empty myself the only thing I ate some imodium to avoid at least this issue, and I tried not to drink too much, I will had to keep my bladder until 6 PM at least, including put up my clothes and reaching the station toilet. My pubic hair was not longer than a milimeter or two, maybe the small part above my vagina that had been not shaved before could nestle a little bit into the new parts.
I put up my dark jeans, black bra and top, the same I had worn on the WWF water-pistol-battle event, where all we had expected to be very wet. "It is useless now" - I thought, but maybe made me comfortable to hide in these clothes of mine after they had released me.
I known black was hot, On the Unterbahn I felt dozens of glances on my back-pockets and fore-zipper. Poor pimply teenagers and long-time-married dudes clearly showed they wanted to see what was behind. I hoped they would not come to König-Heinrich-Platz. Another useless thought, if they were not there, twice more could be like them.
On the train station I started to find out which girls came to the same point as me, whose face was nervous and worried enough to this expectation. It was pointless, since we did not arrive in the same time, everyone came regarding the hours they were sentenced for. What the Germans are good in, is the schedule and organization. There were just three other girls in the small office, bestowing their valuables and signing papers. I was in the hottest clothes, they came in looser jeans, one of them in light sweeter in the end-July scorcher
Officers were polite, almost kind, gave me all the instructions and sent me to König-Heinrich-Platz. There were no guards. We were civilized society, not in a western, an average girl like me, without criminal background could not hide from consequences. On the platz almost all the crosses were empty, there were just a few girl sentenced six or seven hours. There was no eight this time. They were spread across the place, far from each other, to cover all the sights and directions in the early hours. I did not see the girls suffering much, just seemed uncomfortable, embarrassed and on contrary bored. I checked their breasts as often I did in swimming pool changing-room, but cared even less. Or maybe more, my ones were exposed in public together with theirs soon anyway. People lives in their routines, avoiding the effort and danger of understand the reality. Just one girl from the 5 hours etap was still partly unbounded, three operatives worked on her. I felt no violence, It looked like a meeting at the gynaecologist: An embarrassed, reluctant blonde teen followed inaudible instructions. I had to hurry to prepare, I was to be the next. I remembered my childhood visits at dentist, or even the first day in the kindergarten, I felt exactly the same.
I had a look on the paper I got to check my number and searched for the cross with the same digits. It faced to the mall. Courthouse on the other side would have been better, in fact I had had better chance for that, regarding the crosses already occupied. But it was probably random too, senseless to our desires.
There was a glasstable besides the cross, my clothes were intended to put there in order, not just thrown, all the items must be visible. I put my sandals under the tabletop, then my jeans on the glass. I was thinking if it was compulsory to lay the belt separated, but I bought it together with the jeans, anyway. I had made my boyfriend mad taking down my shirt first, then approach him in jeans and bra. On his birthday I had not had to strip more, it was enough for him to release his cum into my mouth. Leaving the jeans first is more like the morning Donald-Duck-walking in the flat before work, in panties and sleeping-T-shirt. This time I did not want to be erotic. But I had to take it off too now. I put it besides the jeans, like on a paris doll.
I had a look to the other girl if I had some time to keep my underwear while it was possible. They measured her arms to keep the proper height for her shoulders, so I gained some seconds or minutes. That girl was really young, barely indictable. When they adjusted the body of poor her, two of them bounded quickly her arms, while one kept her in position. After to fix her leg not to be able to move a little for release was even faster.
The men told her something, I did not hear, just saw the the girl listened to them. After they looked around, noticed me and started to approach. It was time, they could not find me in any pieces of clothes. Rules were strict in order to smooth conduction. I turned toward the cross to avoid the glances and released my black bra, after my panties. I got one or two kilograms in the last days because of alcohol and easing chocolate, so my ass trembled a little. I felt and wanted to hide.
When I felt the vicinity of other beings, I turned around hiding myself with my arms and said a silent hello, finding nothing else in my communication-dictionary for this situation. I was not prepared for this, I clearly felt. But they returned very polite but kept remoteness, as modern prison guards used to be in documentaries. They asked me to step up on the box in front of my cross, asked gently my arms and two of them bounded it with a tight climbing-rope, several times. It was the first feeling of being trapped, but it did not hurt yet. The politeness of guards eased me highly, feeling myself again at the dentist, where nobody is against me, the unavoidable pain is just a thing that is needed. The third man, with a folder under her armpit, checked my clothes, made small adjustments. It was strange that a stranger touching my jeans and bra, what just me, maybe my boyfriend could do before.
One of the others called him, so he put the folder on the left trouser of my jeans and approached me. He said sorry than avoiding my middle-sized breasts, lifted me a little so I could just stand on my tiptoes. The other immediately pulled out my arms, so if I would have been wanted, I couldn`t resist. In the proper position they made more bounds above the first ones, fixing me to the cross, first time in my life. The third man stepped back, rounded over me and tied my legs exactly on the same way as I had seen in the case of the blonde girl. The one that tied my left arm put up the folder and wrote the exact time. He told me it is 12:24, they would come to release me at 17:54. They told me that they had used clove hitch, so do not make the mistake to try to pull my arms closer in the hope to stand on my soles. Legbound would prevent it anyway. They said goodbye, and I felt te first panic of being helplessly bound naked in the middle of Duisburg.
-Five and half hours, must spent on 2018.07.29, on the traditional site of crucifixion punishments of Duisburg. The convicted is ordered to appear at 12:00 in the Hauptbanhoff Police Office. Consequence of absence is six month in prison and 25000 Euro penalty, can be paid in twenty year maturity instalments
The happening of the unlikely made me feel hot and cold. Crucified in public is the penalty of a small proportion of "offenses not dangerous to society", that mostly retaliated by fine, at most suspended imprisonment. Every month just the first 40 of these cases against women ended with this demonstrative punishment, judged on a random, confidental day of the month in all the courthouses of the city and its countryside. It`s the oldest tradition of the country that should have been changed unlikely long time ago, if anybody had wanted to. But the chance to fall under this law was so low, so the threatened themselves never cared about doing anything. Demonstartions, petitions, politics at all is though and difficult. Older women could apply for medical exception anyway, since the procedure is exhaustive for a younger lady too. Men, who encountered as I was walking home from the courthouse, stealing a glance on my cleavage now as they used to, especially did not do anything with this older-then-medieval tradition. I got used to these glances as a girl in her late-twenty, sometimes I liked it. Now some fear comes with it in my stomach.
It was Monday, I had a whole week until my penalty took place. On the first night I tried to imagine how is it standing nude above the busiest place of the city: the König-Heinrich-Platz, closed to the train station, full of mostly low -and lower-middle class locals, moreover tourists from Netherland and everywhere else. Finally I drunked myself to sleep.
From next day I could not do anything else than do not care about this issue at all. I made my work and meetings. I decided however one thing strongly: I would not tell anybody anything about my following Sunday. I was sure I did not want anybody there I known, if I could avoid that.
When I was alone the Thing slided back to my mind. I was thinking if I should practice somehow to be more prepared, but I did not even know what would be the hardest part. I remembered that girls used to stand on tiptoes, because their arms tied high above them, in 30-40 degrees from horizontal. But their arms must hold them too, in fact all the body could be strained below neck. One thing I was sure that I would know it soon. After the sentence I immediately stopped shaving my pubic hair, but I have known that one week was not enough to hide anything.
On Saturday I wanted to piss off myself again, but I did not want a hangover too above all the suffering I was about to face. At morning I thought about some pills that ease my day, tranquillizers mostly, but drug test could be expected in the Police office. After a struggling toilet to empty myself the only thing I ate some imodium to avoid at least this issue, and I tried not to drink too much, I will had to keep my bladder until 6 PM at least, including put up my clothes and reaching the station toilet. My pubic hair was not longer than a milimeter or two, maybe the small part above my vagina that had been not shaved before could nestle a little bit into the new parts.
I put up my dark jeans, black bra and top, the same I had worn on the WWF water-pistol-battle event, where all we had expected to be very wet. "It is useless now" - I thought, but maybe made me comfortable to hide in these clothes of mine after they had released me.
I known black was hot, On the Unterbahn I felt dozens of glances on my back-pockets and fore-zipper. Poor pimply teenagers and long-time-married dudes clearly showed they wanted to see what was behind. I hoped they would not come to König-Heinrich-Platz. Another useless thought, if they were not there, twice more could be like them.
On the train station I started to find out which girls came to the same point as me, whose face was nervous and worried enough to this expectation. It was pointless, since we did not arrive in the same time, everyone came regarding the hours they were sentenced for. What the Germans are good in, is the schedule and organization. There were just three other girls in the small office, bestowing their valuables and signing papers. I was in the hottest clothes, they came in looser jeans, one of them in light sweeter in the end-July scorcher
Officers were polite, almost kind, gave me all the instructions and sent me to König-Heinrich-Platz. There were no guards. We were civilized society, not in a western, an average girl like me, without criminal background could not hide from consequences. On the platz almost all the crosses were empty, there were just a few girl sentenced six or seven hours. There was no eight this time. They were spread across the place, far from each other, to cover all the sights and directions in the early hours. I did not see the girls suffering much, just seemed uncomfortable, embarrassed and on contrary bored. I checked their breasts as often I did in swimming pool changing-room, but cared even less. Or maybe more, my ones were exposed in public together with theirs soon anyway. People lives in their routines, avoiding the effort and danger of understand the reality. Just one girl from the 5 hours etap was still partly unbounded, three operatives worked on her. I felt no violence, It looked like a meeting at the gynaecologist: An embarrassed, reluctant blonde teen followed inaudible instructions. I had to hurry to prepare, I was to be the next. I remembered my childhood visits at dentist, or even the first day in the kindergarten, I felt exactly the same.
I had a look on the paper I got to check my number and searched for the cross with the same digits. It faced to the mall. Courthouse on the other side would have been better, in fact I had had better chance for that, regarding the crosses already occupied. But it was probably random too, senseless to our desires.
There was a glasstable besides the cross, my clothes were intended to put there in order, not just thrown, all the items must be visible. I put my sandals under the tabletop, then my jeans on the glass. I was thinking if it was compulsory to lay the belt separated, but I bought it together with the jeans, anyway. I had made my boyfriend mad taking down my shirt first, then approach him in jeans and bra. On his birthday I had not had to strip more, it was enough for him to release his cum into my mouth. Leaving the jeans first is more like the morning Donald-Duck-walking in the flat before work, in panties and sleeping-T-shirt. This time I did not want to be erotic. But I had to take it off too now. I put it besides the jeans, like on a paris doll.
I had a look to the other girl if I had some time to keep my underwear while it was possible. They measured her arms to keep the proper height for her shoulders, so I gained some seconds or minutes. That girl was really young, barely indictable. When they adjusted the body of poor her, two of them bounded quickly her arms, while one kept her in position. After to fix her leg not to be able to move a little for release was even faster.
The men told her something, I did not hear, just saw the the girl listened to them. After they looked around, noticed me and started to approach. It was time, they could not find me in any pieces of clothes. Rules were strict in order to smooth conduction. I turned toward the cross to avoid the glances and released my black bra, after my panties. I got one or two kilograms in the last days because of alcohol and easing chocolate, so my ass trembled a little. I felt and wanted to hide.
When I felt the vicinity of other beings, I turned around hiding myself with my arms and said a silent hello, finding nothing else in my communication-dictionary for this situation. I was not prepared for this, I clearly felt. But they returned very polite but kept remoteness, as modern prison guards used to be in documentaries. They asked me to step up on the box in front of my cross, asked gently my arms and two of them bounded it with a tight climbing-rope, several times. It was the first feeling of being trapped, but it did not hurt yet. The politeness of guards eased me highly, feeling myself again at the dentist, where nobody is against me, the unavoidable pain is just a thing that is needed. The third man, with a folder under her armpit, checked my clothes, made small adjustments. It was strange that a stranger touching my jeans and bra, what just me, maybe my boyfriend could do before.
One of the others called him, so he put the folder on the left trouser of my jeans and approached me. He said sorry than avoiding my middle-sized breasts, lifted me a little so I could just stand on my tiptoes. The other immediately pulled out my arms, so if I would have been wanted, I couldn`t resist. In the proper position they made more bounds above the first ones, fixing me to the cross, first time in my life. The third man stepped back, rounded over me and tied my legs exactly on the same way as I had seen in the case of the blonde girl. The one that tied my left arm put up the folder and wrote the exact time. He told me it is 12:24, they would come to release me at 17:54. They told me that they had used clove hitch, so do not make the mistake to try to pull my arms closer in the hope to stand on my soles. Legbound would prevent it anyway. They said goodbye, and I felt te first panic of being helplessly bound naked in the middle of Duisburg.
