The executioners are not necessarily cruel men. They are just duly appointed officials carrying out a lawful execution--which happens to be crucifixion--according to the current standards and practices for criminal justice.
I mean, it's not like they take any pleasure at all in the fact that the condemned person is a beautiful, young woman. Right? Just doing their jobs.
. (Such a waste though, isn't it? She is so fucking gorgeous, and so young!)
I'm sure when each one gets home in the evening they'll be glad to relax, play with the kids, have supper.
"So, honey, how was work today?" Asks the wife.
"Oh, same as always, I guess."
"That's what you always say, dear. Don't you think the kids would like to know what their daddy does to keep a roof over our heads."
"Yeah, daddy! Tell us!" They all shout in unison.
"Well, I have important paperwork and procurement duties. My partner and I are responsible for the prisoners. Tough lot they are. Very dangerous. We had to carry out an execution today, too. Nasty business." He goes on to discuss his day, leaving out the details of the crucifixion. The kids have lost interest and are throwing food at each other. His wife yells at them to stop and gives him a hard stare for not helping enforce discipline at the table.
The executioner looks across the table at his wife as she tries to restore order. She's a good woman, he thinks. Gave him five healthy kids--four daughters and a son (at last!). By the gods! She was such a beauty when they married: slender figure, great tits, lovely face. But she's gotten thick around the middle now, and her once full breasts are now rather saggy after having nursed five babies (six, actually--one died). Her belly is stretch-marked and flabby and she has varicose veins in her legs. Her face is lined and tired; her youthful beauty just a memory now. She's only 26 but has really let herself go, he thinks to himself. Yet, he loves her still.
When they fuck tonight he'll try to remember his wife as she looked before she lost her figure. He longs for her youthful, tight pussy as he drives his cock into her. She groans in pleasure as he tries not to lose his erection. He wants to please her. In the dim flickering light of a burning oil lamp he tries to see her as the beautiful young girl he married. But the face that appears to him as he shuts his eyes and concentrates is not that of his wife. No, it is the face of the beautiful young woman he crucified in the morning. And the body he imagines is hers too: the large, firm breasts with their tumescent nipples, the long legs and taut belly. And her tight pussy! Yes! The tight pussy he and his partner enjoyed (as was their right) before they nailed her to the cross. The thought of her naked, writhing body inflames his passion and strengthens his erection as he and his wife climax together.
The face (and body) of the young crucified woman is still in his mind as his wife cuddles next to him and drifts off to sleep, snoring lightly. He rolls away from her. His erection has returned. He takes his throbbing cock in hand and strokes slowly, thinking of the young woman. She's still on her cross, he realizes. Probably still alive, too. Her gorgeous body is stretched over the wood, her magnificent breasts heaving and swaying in the moonlight. He strokes faster. I'll see her in the morning, he thinks to himself, as he orgasms.
