The girls are trained during an orgy

Rebecca smirked as she watched Amy gasp from one of the sailors spanking her as they were marched across the deck. The dark-haired prom Queen had always been something of a prima-donna back in school and sometimes it seemed that she hadn’t grown up at all since then. Seeing the brunette with the perfect body being humbled so thoroughly brought Rebecca some satisfaction in her own slavery - she still held a grudge against her friend for tying her to the breeding wall and forcing Rebecca to go down on her.

As she watched the other girl squirm in her chains as two sailors took turns to grope her fat arse and even prod at her butthole, Rebecca thought that it wouldn’t take long for her to see Amy get her comeuppance.

A hand groping at her breast and pinching her pierced nipple reminded Rebecca that she was in just as much risk of enduring more humiliations too.

The evening bell had rung and so the red, sunlit deck was awash with semi-nude bodies. All the sailors were relieved for the night and so the entire galley’s worth of captives had been brought up to help give the crew some relief. The orgy was just starting but Rebecca felt her mouth go dry as she wondered whether there would be anything to stop the bacchanalia from continuing all through the night.

To starboard were the breeding slaves. They lay face up on the rough boards of the deck, their legs spread and raised in the air. Looking closer, Rebecca saw that ropes around their ankles were keeping their legs up over their heads, raising their holes for easy access. There were lines forming in front of the most buxom or red most beautiful slaves. Rebecca could not help but rub her thighs together slightly against the the heat in her core which grew as she imagined herself being tied up next to the other slaves. To feel ropes around her wrists and ankles, to know that for however many hours she could be touched, groped and fucked again and again…

She looked away. To port were the toys. The entire area looked like a bdsm Dungeon had been turned upside down and dumped on the deck, a jumble of ropes and whips and pillories. The slaves designated like Amy had been were all in various compromising positions, gasping and moaning under the hands and cocks of the most dominant crew members.

Right in front of them were the rest, the galley slaves. Kneeling in a line, the woman here were all topless, leaning forward towards the men circling what was shaping up to be a full-blown blowbang as the girls sucked and jerked off as many cocks as they could.

Strangely, this area was being patrolled by woman wearing tiny black leather corsets, who were armed with permanent whips and scowls. Every time a man groaned in pleasure or started face-fucking their partner, one of the dominatrixes would step in, slap their arse with a cane and then drag them by their erect cocks to the breeding part of the ship.

Watching the sordid spectacle unfold right in front of her eyes, Rebecca nervously wondered where she and her friends would fit into this.