"And we left her dress on, so to you the pleasure to unwrap your present, Sir!"
A short time later:
"Fuck me! Guys, that was a great gift! Awesome tight pussy! Kept me rock hard for two orgasms! Had to have been a virgin, eh?"
"Glad you enjoyed her, sir. We thought you'd appreciate it. And yeah, she was a virgin. Came out in her trial. Something about it not being lawful to crucify a virgin, or some such shit. Judge was worried about that; didn't want to anger the gods if he condemned a virgin to the cross. Just a bunch of silly superstition if you ask me. Anyhow, the prosecutor assured him she'd be deflowered before she was raised up. We talked with the guards--some good friends or yours, by the way--and set up everything. She came to you nice and clean and untouched."
"Well, I surely did enjoy her. Again, a very thoughtful gift, guys. Much appreciated."
"You're very welcome, sir."
"OK, then. So, lets get the bitch hanging. Maybe it'll shut up her fucking screaming. Oh, and don't forget the cornu--the big two-horned one. The execution order calls for a lengthy crucifixion with maximum public humiliation."
"We're on it, sir."
"By the way, good job with the wrists. Nice, tight nailing."
"Thank you, sir."
"Carry on then."
Ah, just one thing, sir--"
"What's that?"
"Um, well, me and the boys were wondering if we could have a go at her now. I mean, if you're finished with her, of course. She's still fresh."
"Hell yes! She's all your now. Should have said so myself. Enjoy the pussy. Just don't take too long. Don't want the centurion on my ass. Get her before she shits . . .oh damn! Too late."
"Not a problem, sir! Thank you!"