Aurelie fights the other slaves

Aurelie was shocked. She would never have imagined that the slaves would turn against her but now she saw grimacing faces and grasping hands all around her. It was a chance that they were chained to their benches and oars as that prevented them from really get at her but they could still scratch her with their nails. She dodged, kicked and slapped a few hands, surrounded from all directions by clawing, muscular arms. She whipped a tall **** whose long arms almost reached her.

Slowly, she backed away from the whipmaster, trying to remain in the middle of the aisle. Suddenly she yelped as she felt a very sharp pain in her left calf. She kicked her leg and turned to see that one of the **** had managed to dig her dirty nails into her leg and refused to let go despite Aurelie's frantic yanking and kicking. She bent down to reach the furious ****'s hair and yank her off. At that moment she felt a strong pain in her scalp. Someone had grabbed her own hair and was now pulling her down!

She screamed to the top of her lungs and tried to free herself but that was too painful. She was held by her curly red mane and was being dragged down. The fire in her scalp was too painful to bear, she staggered forward. Immediately, hands grasped her ankles and pulled. She nearly lost her balance and made another step forward. Hands grabbed her breasts through her shirt and yanked hard. Aurelie howled in agony, pulled down by her boobs. The cloth tore with a loud sound but she had been pulled to her knees. Now there was a frenzy as hands tore her clothing to pieces while she was dragged further in between two rows of oars. The **** kicked her, yanked her hair in all directions, grabbed her breasts and mauled them. She was trampled over by three pairs of feet, hammered into the filth that littered the floor under the ****'s' benches.

She struggled a bit more but soon she was too exhausted to do anything, held down by the weight of three slaves kneeling on her body and holding her limbs and hair.