Aurélie rows like the other galley slaves

Aurélie had been chained in between two veteran galley slaves. They were covered in piercings, tattoos and scars, heir heads were shaved and muscles bulged from their powerful limbs. They were strong enough to manoeuvre their oar alone and would help the newcomer to learn the skills.

With her wrists chained to the oar, Aurélie had **** but to follow the rhythm. Whenever she did not, a brutal lash landed on her exposed skin, making her scream in agony while she frantically endeavoured to imitate her oarmates. She soon discovered that rowing was more a matter of muscle than of skill. The technique could learned in 10 minutes with the skilful stimulation of a leather lanyard. Pulling, pushing, moving her body at the correct pace, that was all that was required.

After 30 minutes Aurélie was concentrating all her attention, all her strength on working the oar in rhythm with the other slaves. She ignored the pain, the fatigue. Her eyes remained focused on her hands, whose whitening knuckles were clenched on the handle as she pulled and pushed on the heavy oar. Her muscles grew tired from the exhausting toil. They needed rest, she needed to breathe but she ignored it. The whipmaster and his assistants did not overlook the least mistake, the least move out of rhythm, the least wrong glare. Anything was a pretext to whip her and they made sure that no part of her body below her neck was devoid of red, bulging welts.

The bench she was sitting on was rendered slippery with the sperm that oozed from her stretched hole.

In no time her body was covered in sweat and filth. She stank, she looked miserable, she had peed on herself, rivulets of blood oozed down her glistening skin from the many criss-crossed marks. Her palms were now covered in blisters so that just holding the handle was painful.

The time passed so slowly. It was difficult to assess how much time passed in the confined space. Sometimes they got rest, they were given some stale water to quench their thirst and rest their cramps. With her mouth **** open it was difficult to drink despite her thirst. When they had to start rowing again, the pain always seemed twice worse. When would the rowing end? When would the next shift come and replace them?