I doubt these were actual crucifixion nails. They look like the spikes you use to hold a tent down
Perhaps they are. Let's say they are. A great set-up for a quick little story.
Imagine troops in the field having just fought a hard battle with a band of rebels,. The soldiers were ambushed and many were killed, but superior training and leadership helped them win the day. All the male rebels were killed, but their women have been captured. The women are stripped naked and, after being nearly fucked to death, the decision is made to crucify them.
There's plenty of lumber around in the form of trees, so the construction of crosses is nothing for Roman soldiers trained in how to establish a bivouac every night. Nails, though, are another matter. What to use? Ah, the metal tent spikes will work. Let's crucify the women using the spikes from the tents of the soldiers killed by the rebels in battle!
So the naked, raped women have to watch as their crosses are prepared, laid out on the ground, and holes are dug. Then the huge tent spikes are hammered out and the ends of the shafts ground to razor sharpness.
"Let's begin." Growls the surviving centurion. A slender young woman with long blonde hair and big tits is dragged to a cross and tied down. She couldn't have been more than 18.
"This is for Lucius," one soldier says as he presses the first nail into the young woman's wrist. She spits at him in contempt but howls in agony as the spike is driven between the bones of her wrist and into the green wood of the crossbeam. She bleeds freely, at first, but the flat head of the spike seals the wound as it presses tightly to her flesh with the final blow of the hammer.
A second soldier comes forward. He's been wounded in his side. Bloods seeps through the bandages wrapped around his ribs. He takes the hammer and a second nail and walks around to her other wrist. The girl follows him with her eyes and watches intently as he presses it into her wrist. "This is for Marcus," he says coldly, "who saved my life today." He winces as he raises the heavy hammer, but sets his jaw against his pain and raises it high. Incredibly, the girl watches the hammer fall to the nail as the soldier's first swing drives the nail through her wrist and sets it securely in the wood. Blood splatters as the rest of the shaft is driven through her wrist. Her back arches as her body jerks and writhes so much it appears her large breasts will leap of her chest. Her shrieks of pure agony pierce the quiet forest.
The hammer is passed to a third soldier. He takes a nail and stands over the girl groaning on the cross, her arms stretched and nailed to the crossbeam. She stares up at him with contempt in her eyes, but all the fight appears to be gone from her. "I nailed your pussy with my cock, you bitch. And a right fine, tight pussy it was. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Now I'll nail your foot! This is for my brother, Gallus, a good soldier and a good man," he says, driving the spike through the top of her foot to the wood underneath. She howls again, twisting and writhing as the nail is advanced, blow by blow. Suddenly she goes still as she pisses herself. Blood oozes over the top of her foot and from under it.
"Bring water," orders the centurion. "She's fainted. I want her alert to feel all of this." A bucket is brought and splashed over the girl's body to revive her. She curses and groans as the agony returns with her consciousness.
"Finish her, Felix," says the centurion as the hammer and a fourth nail is passed to him. The young woman's whole body is trembling in spasmodic agony as Felix positions himself by her foot. Her mouth is bloody; she's bitten through her tongue. Felix's cock grows hard looking at the quivering mounds of her breasts and her long, slender legs. Her blonde hair is spread out under her head and over the wood of the cross. This bitch is fucking beautiful, Felix observes. Far prettier than the skinny little cunt he fucks back in the base camp. Damn shame they had to crucify her. He'd rather have taken her back with him, but she'd probably stab him to death when he slept. These German bitches are crazy! "This is for my tent-mate, Rufus," he says. "We soldiered together for ten years, all along this fucking border and we fucked a lot of you German whores over them years. He was as good a friend, a good soldier. I'll miss him." The girl barely screams as Felix hammers the last nail through her foot.
Three soldiers some forward to raise the cross. The girl nailed to it is barely conscious. Her head rolls from side to side as she moans in pain. Muscles in her arms and thighs tremble and twitch. Two soldiers grab the ends of the crossbeam and one where the crossbeam and upright are joined together. With grunts they raise the end of the cross nearly chest high. The nearly crucified girl starts screaming again as her body begins to slide down the cross despite long splinters of wood slicing into her ass. Her arms straighten, pulling on her nailed wrists. She screams even louder from the sudden increase in pain. She reflexively tenses her legs, pushing up against the nails through her feet. This brings on more searing agony as she is forced to begin nearly standing on the nails through her feet. The far end of the upright drops into the hole prepared for it as her cross is brought to vertical. The girl screeches in agony and blacks out for a moment as her body drops suddenly on the cross. She comes to with her breasts heaving and bobbling on her chest as she endures the first few moments of hanging fully crucified. Her cross wobbles back and forth as it is made steady in the ground with compacted dirt.
The soldiers stand back to look at her. She groans piteously hanging there, all beautifully stretched out, sweating profusely. Her thighs are parted enough to make out a view of her cunt covered over with a thick thatch of blonde pubic hair. Her large breasts are pulled high on her heaving chest, their suddenly tumescent nipples thrusting forward. A few squirts of dark urine splash down between her legs.
"Bring on the next one," shouts the centurion. "Let's get these bitches up before dark."
The next young woman is dragged forward, kicking and biting. It's a struggle to tie her to her cross. Four more soldiers who have lost comrades today step forward to nail her.
"Tie the next one down," shouts the centurion as the second cross is raised.
Eventually eleven German women, none older than 30, are crucified in a row. Throughout the evening and night they are watered once an hour or so. All they can drink. Most accept the water. Their raging thirsts, from sweating and pissing, make them forget that the water keeps them alive longer. Those who refuse to drink are forcibly watered. Eight of them, including the first girl crucified, make it through the night. As the soldiers break camp, the survivors beg to be killed. Their requests are denied. Before departing the soldiers forcibly water the survivors. The soldiers march away leaving their dead comrades behind in graves and the women still suffering on their crosses. The survivors have wooden planks tied to their crosses under their buttocks. With something to sit on they'll last all the longer. And they do. Several through to the next day. Including the first young woman who was crucified, who is the last to die as ravens pluck out her eyes.
Then next day another band of Germans travels through the area. The stench of rotting bodies leads them to the site where they find eleven dead crucified women. They quickly pull up the crosses and dump them in a shallow ditch with the bodies still on their crosses. They are covered with layers of dirt and logs from the Roman camp. They wanted the iron nails -- as iron is a valuable commodity -- but their shaman said the metal was cursed, used as it was to execute innocent women. The dead Roman bodies are dug up and mutilated. No weapons or armor had been buried with them.
Eighteen centuries later a road-building crew uncovers human bones in the forest. First the police are called. Then archeologists from the university. The discovery of the skeletal remains of so many crucified people, as well as the nails used and their crosses, is front page news around the world. When it is discovered that all the crucified were relatively young women, well, that became a really big story. Enough evidence of the Roman camp, the bones of some of the dead rebels and Roman soldiers, and other artifacts allowed a plausible story of what happened to be constructed.
The book sold millions. The movie was the highest grossing of all time. Anyone who was anyone in the movie business wanted to be in it.
(Well, a bit longer than I had planned. It just sort of got out of control.)
