Aurélie is too exhausted to row

Aurélie did her best, spurred by the whip lashes crashing on her back, on her breasts, on her legs. She was moving but mostly because her arms were chained to the oar and were pulled like those of a puppet. Her breasts bounced under her with each strike of the oar, her butt rose halfway from the bench as she was pulled forward. Beneath her, the wooden plugs were greased with her blood as her holes were fucked raw. She had no strength anymore. How could those monsters think she could still work after having **** all her holes. Each new lash made her jerk and put some effort on the oar but it also bled more stamina from her exhausted body.

Besides her she heard the yelp of pain as her neighbour got whipped hard to keep the rhythm. The poor **** had to toil twice harder as she had to move Aurélie's dead weight along with the oar. In between scream she whispered intensely, urging her to wake up and row despite the pain and fatigue.

But Aurélie was out of strength. All she wanted was to rest and forget what had been done to her. She was no longer concerned by what could happen. That could be worse than what they had done to her already. Thus, her efforts became weaker and weaker.