No rest for the weary.

The night was a continual line of men using the fresh slaves chained to the wall. Rebecca and her two friends barely got any sleep as fresh cocks seem to replace depleted ones every few minutes. By the time the sun rose all three girls were completely cum covered.

Rebecca was groggy from the lack of sleep as she felt her chains released and her legs lowered back to the deck floor. Hands roamed over her used body before lifting her up and onto a man's shoulder. She was carried below deck and into the **** galley.

She felt the rough wood of the seat and her shackles again chained to the oar and floor. She looked up to see slaves filling into the room and being restrained to oars. She looked up to see the man who carried her below deck lower his trousers.

"Hurry up and thank me properly ****." He ordered holding his rapidly hardening cock in his hand.

Rebecca opened her mouth and sank it down on his thick member. It tasted foul like he had been fucking with it all night. She gagged as she felt the cock touch the back of her throat. His hands gripped her matted hair as he began fucking her mouth.

She tried to use her tongue on his thick member but attempts were feeble as he was obviously using her mouth as a fuckhole. He pulled her hair back as cum splattered her face and began dropping down to her ample chest.

The man left as the rows of slaves continued to file into the room. Before long the Whipmaster entered and each **** reached for their oar.

"Oars at the ready! Row!" He shouted cracking his whip in midair.

Rebecca began rowing her oar along with her row mates. Another harsh day at the oar awaited her.