Almost...

What seemed like hours and dozens of orgasms passed through a haze on Amanda's body. She groggily reached a point climaxing almost began to hurt. Her pussy and jaw were soon sore from all the brutal ****. It wasn't long before she completely blacked out.

She awoke what must have been hours later still confined within the box. She was however alone and slowly rose from the pool of cum and sweat that covered the floor of her box. She could still feel the collar and leather straps on her hips but was glad the respective leashes were slack. Her hands and eyes roamed over her body illuminated only by the multiple gloryholes on the box.

Her finger slid down and rubbed over her well swollen labia lips coated in layers of dry cum. She slid it inside her slit to feel her pussy walls coated in the semen of countless men. Removing them she brought the digits to her mouth and slid them inside tasting the mixture of cum along with her own pussy juice. Her face and chest was in similar a situation as she could feel the globs of cum dried on her neck and chest. She ran a hand through her sweaty and matted hair realizing how much cum had soaked in it from passing out.

She moved her eye to one of the gloryholes hoping to not be noticed as she tried to take in her surroundings. She could see she was still in the galley as she watched rows of slaves toil at the oars. The pleasure slaves and tourists were nowhere in sight giving Amanda a deep pit in her stomach.

She cursed herself for crawling in this box as she realized she was no closer to finding Amy but had gotten herself gangbanged, collared and confined.

Something startled her as she heard the sound of chains rattling on her box and her hips being tugged toward the wall. The familiar feeling of her ass being slammed into the wall was next as she felt fingers rub over her exposed and well fucked pussy. A voice boomed behind her.

"So **** Rebecca tells me your looking for your sister?" The man said with a laugh.