The Whipmaster has to keep her on task.

"I said speed up not slow down Wench!" He said returning his attention to Aurélie after several minutes. Two whip slashes slam into her lower back and then ass. The cruel leather whip slices easily through her clothing leaving now three tears in her garments.

He then moved to her back grabbing her by the hair. "Do you want me to chain you to an oar?" He asks harshly his fingers entwined in her hair. "Maybe you're just to hot to stay on task."

He grips the rear collar of her shirt and shreds it down the back. He then roughly grips her pants and tears them from her legs. "That's better." Leaving her only in her bra and thong. "I would hate to ruin any more of your clothing. Pick up your pace or I'll chain you to an oar."

He left Aurélie to her work as his attention turned back to the Galley Slaves. Her pace increased little but he allowed her to clean several more rows. She had been in the galley far more than an hour now. She looked up from her task to see the Whipmaster and his handful of assistants preparing several buckets of water.

"Oars up!" Shouted one of the assistants. Aurélie watched as the slaves lifted and pulled the oars up and locked them in place. "Water break!" The men shouted as they began passing out water in a large dipping spoon to each ****.

Aurélie looked up to see the Whipmaster and one assistant standing in front of her. The assistant had his pants down and was frantically stroking his cock. In seconds she watched him cum and fill the wooden spoon the Whipmaster held with his cum. The Whipmaster dipped the large spoon in a bucket of water that looked slightly less filthy than the one Aurélie was cleaning the deck with. He pulled the mixture of cum and water from the bucket and offered it to the kneeling Aurélie.

"Drink up and then serve these four rows behind you wench." He said.