He has just the task for her.

The Whipmaster smiled as he approached the redhead. Her hair now drenching in perspiration making the curly strands cling to her face. "My dear. Of course I can assign you a new task." He said offering her his hand.

She reluctantly took his arm as he lead her deeper down the galley rows. She could see more signs of torment and **** on the galley slaves. She caught the glimpse of a brunette woman who's nipples had been pierced and then connected by short chain forcing her tits mashed together and held up by another thin chain running to her collar. The act of rowing made her tits jerk and chain be pulled tight by every movement.

"It is quite a sight to take in. Most women are overwhelmed by the reality, the finality of it. You are no different." His tone was firm and commanding as he led her to the rear of the ship to a half empty row.

Awaiting them were two of his assistants, firm chiseled men dressed only in worn pants with their whips attached to their belts. As they approached the row Aurélie could see why it was half empty. The two slaves rowing seemed to grimace and groan with each stroke and thick meaty dildos protruding from the empty seats gave Aurélie the answer as to why.

"Strip her, collar and chain her to the punishment row." The Whipmaster said as he gripped her arm and tossed her to his companions. "I want this wench to suffer for her ignorance."