Aurélie is on the oar-deck floor

The double attack took Aurélie completely by surprise and she had no chance to react. Two men, each much stronger than her, were pinning her down against the filthy floor. When they tied her wrists with a string, it dug into her flesh in a painful way and she knew then that she was in for some bad time. She tried to protest, to struggle but they did not care about her.

The man behind her **** her sex. She was dry inside and her vagina was so tight that she had never enjoyed sex, even when deep in love. Now, in that position, with a man she did not know and could not even see, this was pure hell. The man **** her brutally, never caring for her own comfort, grinding her naked torso against the coarse planking. In that position, his big cock reached the far end of her vagina, stretching her beyond whatever she had ever imagined possible. She moaned and panted in deep pain, clenching and unclenching her bound fists, which were now turning purple and covered with protruding veins.

Crying noisily as she was ****, she could only wish it would soon be over, but she could already guess that the guy who was holding wanted to get his turn. She now regretted deeply to have come down here. She should have remained on the upper deck.