Aurelie serves water to the oar-slaves

An expression of dismal spread on Aurelie's face when she saw the spoon sink in the bucket and its content mix with the water. It grew even stronger when she was told not to drink. She was so thirsty!

Anyway, she could feel she had better not to argue any longer. If she wanted to leave this dreadful place and return to the Captain, she had better to behave. In this locked place, the whipmaster seemed to be almighty. So she took the bucket and carried it to the first row she had been ordered to serve.

She was standing now, which allowed her to stretch her back and legs. She also had a better sight of the slaves. So far she had mostly seen their legs. They offered a really pitiful sight. In particular in the back. There seemed to be a gradient of misery, as though the first rows were the fittest or less damaged girls while their condition worsened as they were sitting closer to the stern. Back there they all sported several heavy-duty piercings. Their noses were sometimes pierced, or their lips. She saw one **** whose tongue was adorned with a ring so large that she could not retract it inside her mouth. This kept her drooling most of the time and she was very thirsty. She also looked famished, skeletal, probably because eating was made very difficult by that tongue ring. Some had a ring-gag forcing their mouth open and those too were very eager to get water. A couple of them had had their hair totally removed from their skull, making them look like skulls. Those were the ugliest.

Aurelie moved as fast as she could, giving each **** a full spoon of tepid water, trying not to spill any as she brought it to their eager mouths. The pour souls could not even use their hands to drink. Those whose mouth was gagged or ringed could not avoid losing some of the water she gave them despite all her care.

Aurelie's own mouth was parched as she passed from **** to **** but she did not dare drinking anything. As she reached the last row, which only had a couple of slaves in it, she was horrified to see that the bench was adorned with pairs of wooden cocks. It was obvious that the **** sitting on it had them buried in their nether holes. That was so cruel, so obscene, so devious! She was sorry for them but still she only gave each of them just half a spoon of water. By that time she had reached the bottom of the bucket and water was filthier and thicker than ever.