“Isn’t our daughter amazing?” said my wife, walking over to the girl and kneeling down to stroke her cheek. “What a present!”

“Yes, indeed! This is my dream coming true,” I replied, coming over to my wife. “I need to get naked!”

We both quickly removed our clothes and placed them on the floor beside the gate, before returning to the girl and kneeling down next to her.

“You are so beautiful,” I said to her. “What is your name?”

“Lena Kovács,” she replied sadly.

“Well, Lena, what did you do to deserve the ultimate punishment?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing! I’m innocent, I swear. But my parents were rebels and we were all caught together during a mass shooting. I had nothing to do with it, but I guess the judge had to make an example of us all.”

“Hmm,” I replied, “But you knew that your parents were rebels. You could have turned them in at any time, so you’re not totally blameless.”

Lena said nothing to that, so I continued. “Well, we can’t save you from your fate; in fact, it’s now our duty to carry out your punishment. But we can provide you with some temporary relief if you are willing to cooperate with us. Will you do that?”

“Okay…” she replied with suspicion.

“No kicking then,” I said. “Less movement equals less pain from your wrists.”

I moved to kneel over her, then wiped the tears from her bright blue eyes to study her face. She had a wide forehead, prominent jaw line and a rounded nose with bulbous tip. Her long platinum blonde hair was woven into a braided crown, encircling her head like a regal halo with intricate plaits.

My hands moved down over her slender neck and caressed her breasts, which were sizeable for her age, before moving down between her legs. While I massaged her pussy with one hand and stroked my cock with the other, my wife bent down to lick her neck and kiss her lips.

Lena was soon moaning in appreciation.

“Swap?” said my wife, coming up for air. I moved aside as she knelt between Lena’s legs and began running her tongue over her pussy.

As I began sucking on Lena’s nipples I felt my wife’s hand take over from mine, vigorously stroking my cock. I immediately reciprocated, my fingers delving in between her legs, feeling her wetness soak my hand.

We all came at roughly the same time. I could see that Lena wanted desperately to force her pussy closer to my wife’s mouth, but her nailed wrists caused her so much pain that her lustful ‘ahhhs’ were interspersed with painful ‘arrrghs’.

As we came down from our high, Lena said, “That was incredible — was that… sex?”

She really is innocent, I thought!

“In a way girl, but I’m sure my husband will give you an even more intense sexual experience shortly,” replied my wife, looking at me expectantly.

After a short break I got back on top of Lena, rubbing my cock against her stomach until it got hard again.

“This will probably hurt at first,” I said as I began thrusting my stiff cock into her virgin pussy.

After a few strokes back and forth I could feel an obstruction, and I looked over at my wife and smiled.

“Do it!” she said evilly as she vigorously rubbed her own pussy.

I pulled back, and then plunged my cock deep into Lena’s pussy, tearing through her hymen and causing her to scream almost as much as she did when I nailed her.

Animal instinct took over, and as her moaning increased in volume, so did the speed of my assault. After a few minutes she was calling for ‘more!’ and I was happy to oblige, slowing down slightly to put off my climax.

When I saw she was about to orgasm, I sped up once more and felt my cum pumping uncontrollably into her, mixing with her pussy juice and blood.

As I collapsed on top of her and felt her breasts heaving against my chest, my wife squatted down over her face and ground her pussy into her mouth. Lena stuck her tongue into my wife’s pussy and brought her to orgasm, pussy juice running into her nose and down her chin.

My wife moved over to lie down next to us, and we caressed each other’s bodies and genitals for several minutes in silence, savouring the feel of each other’s skin. While Lena couldn’t embrace us, she made sure to wrap her legs around us.

Eventually I stood up and looked at my watch. It was a quarter past five! Only three quarters of an hour to go until the funfair opened.

“Lena, I hope that was as good for you as it was for us,” I said. “But I’m afraid that will be your first and last sexual encounter. For you, pain must come after pleasure.”

I motioned for my wife to join me as I moved above Lena’s head and bent down to grasp one end of the patibulum.

During our sex session Lena had almost forgotten her predicament. It all came back to her now and she was suddenly desperate.

“Wait, please wait. Surely there’s some way you can get me out of this. Wouldn’t you rather take me home? I’ll be your sex slave for life, do whatever you want, I promise.”

It was a tempting offer, and I relaxed my grip, beginning to muse on how we could arrange it, but my wife’s sharp reply snapped me out of my train of thought.

“No Lena, as my husband always says, justice must be seen to be done. Besides, it would be an insult to my daughter.”

With that, she began lifting the patibulum and I followed suit.

As the patibulum rose, the rotational force on Lena’s wrists caused her to wail and she scrambled to stand, which lessened the pain. The relief was brief though, as we soon had the cross at forty-five degrees and Lena’s feet left the floor.

We moved our hands from the patibulum to the stipes and continued to raise the cross. At around sixty degrees Lena slid down the stipes, and with a jolt was left hanging by her nailed wrists, her agonised screams interrupted by frantic gasps for air.

Once the cross was upright, I bent down to insert a long pin at its base to stop it from falling back down. My wife had already picked up the hammer and two remaining nails.

“I’d like to nail her feet to the sides of the stipes, I think,” said my wife. “Doing it that way means that riders will have an unimpeded view of her pussy.”

I concurred, and took a firm hold of Lena’s right leg, holding it slightly bent at the knee against the side of the stipes. This was some relief for Lena, since she could put her weight on my arm and breathe a bit more freely — she was so preoccupied with breathing that she didn’t think to kick me with her left leg.

My wife placed a nail against the side of Lena’s foot and gave it a firm smack with the hammer, sending it straight through skin and bone into the stipes. Lena howled in agony as my wife’s continued blows ensured that her foot would never work loose.

It was left to me to complete Lena’s crucifixion, and I looked up at her in fascination as my hammer forced the last nail though her left foot and I watched the tears streaming down her face.

We stepped back to admire our handiwork, and as we kissed I told my wife, “I love you so much, dear.”

“Likewise!” she replied, cheekily fondling my cock.

I grabbed her pussy and began fingering, and we brought each other to orgasm once more as we watched Lena begin the long dance of the crucified, her blood and my cum leaking from her pussy and running down her leg.

At ten to six we thought we’d best get dressed and leave the Ghost Train before the first trains appeared. Leaving the hammer next to the cross, we looked up at Lena one last time and watched her sob, head bowed.

“Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Lena,” said my wife, adding tenderly after a short pause, “If you truly believe yourself to be innocent, I hope for your sake that your ordeal ends tonight.”

I knew from my online research that this was unlikely. Lena, being young, healthy and lightweight, would likely suffer for days. But I didn’t tell my wife that.