Plenty of interruptions.

Rebecca pushed and pulled at her oar along with the other slaves on her bench. The thick didlos plunged in and out of her as she reached forward and then leaned back as she rowed. Her chest heaved up and down with her exertions. Sweat trickled down her soft skin as she worked her oar hard. It took less than half an hour for her hair to be drenched in sweat. She could feel her muscles begin to ache and she knew her row was falling behind.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Rebecca and the slaves on her oar groaned in pain from the fresh lashes from one of the men tasked with keeping them on pace. Her efforts doubled as she managed to will her muscles onward. She wondered if her slavery would be an endless pattern of exhaustion followed by pain.

Suddenly the entrance to the galley door was flung open and in stepped Rebecca's friend Amber. The slender redhead laughed as she joked with the man who was escorting her.

"My friend Rebecca came down here earlier to see how the galley works. I've been wondering where she's been." She said to the man.

"I'm sorry Amber. As you can see the galley is empty of visitors only slaves manning the oars here." He said motioning for her to see for herself.

Rebecca watched close as Amber looked her direction. She cast her head down in shame hoping her friend would over look her.

All Amber could see was rows and rows of naked women turning the oars. She knew her friend wasn't among them but she hadn't been seen in hours. She looked at a near by **** who wore gold rings in her nipples. The rings were connected by a small gold chain. She returned her view to the man who led her in.

"I guess she's not here. Let's go look elsewhere." She said.

"Maybe we missed her back on the main deck." The man ushered her back out and turned giving Rebecca a long gaze and smile before closing the door.

Rebecca heart sank as a potential rescue was thwarted. She realized even if her friend had seen her the evil men down here would probably have Amber chained next to her in minutes. Something about the depths of her slavery aroused her and she felt the didlo in her pussy slide in and out easier lubricated by her pussy.

The Whipmaster walked back to Rebecca's row. "Full stop!" He yelled. "Lunch will be served. Eat hardy we will begin again in half an hour."