Aurélie rubs the floors with her thong

Despite her fatigue and the dull ache in her back, Aurélie threw herself into the task with all her remaining energy. She knew she had to please the whip master if she did not want to end up as a ****. She had to hold until the end of this watch and then she could go up and take a rest. The next day, she would make sure to be given upper-deck or rigging duties.

Unfortunately, her thong was a smallish piece of cloth and it did not absorb water or filth very well. It was not even large enough to protect her hands so that most of the rubbing was done with her knuckles, which thus collected all the loose splinters of the planking. She had to make frequent to-and-fro between the bucket and floor to clean her now hardly-recognisable thong. This was backbreaking and exhausting. Her fingers and palms looked like hedgehogs from all the splinters they had gathered. Her shins and knees hurt, raw from grinding continuously on the hard floor.

Despite all those handicaps she tried to work as fast as she could. She kept her eyes focuses on the floor in front of her, scrubbing the filth around the shackled feet of the rowers. Her position was unwillingly obscene as her naked butt was slightly higher than her shoulders and shook and swayed in rhythm with her efforts. Her breasts bounced and swung under her chest, slapping against her chest and upper arms.

All along she kept her teeth clenched tight, focusing her energy on getting the task done.