NiupraFan
Governor
Galley Slaves by Nobllevulchur.
She heard the heavy tread of the overseer approaching as he sauntered down the aisle between the rowing benches. She always worried when he was near, so she risked a glance over her shoulder to see what he was up to. “Oh no,” she said to herself. Two bad signs. First the whip and then the grin.
Eleni was one of thirty women who powered the galley through strenuous oaring. This voyage was from Brundisium to Neopolis. The air had been stagnant, not the slightest breeze, so the captain ordered “oars”. The seas remained calm which meant the crew could not deploy the sails and the women had to keep rowing for hours.
All the galley slaves were naked, chained and displayed the cruelty of the two slave drivers by the numerous swollen, crimson whip welts on their backs, asses, legs and breasts.
Eleni was worried. The slave drivers usually wore their whips coiled and stuck in their belts. But “the monster” as she called him but whose real name was Felix, had his whip out and was cracking it in the air, shaking off the bits of dried female flesh that still adhered to the leather. He was a true sadist and he always grinned as he tortured the naked slave girls. He was grinning now.
She began to row more vigorously, the muscles in her arms, back and buttocks rippling with the effort. Maybe he would spare her if he saw her working hard. Her body was already drenched in sweat, rivulets ran down her dangling breasts and even her blonde pussy thatch was damp with it. Now added to that was fear-sweat.
Felix stopped by her bench. She was terrified, preparing herself for the fiery pain of the lash cutting into her naked flesh. But he merely winked at her, leaned over cupping her right breast in his rough, massive palm and then squeezing her boob tightly. She winced at this breast assault, but she didn’t dare interrupt her rowing. He enjoyed the fear he saw in her eyes. He released her breast and then slapped both her boobs, leaving the imprint of his hand on her breast flesh. He then walked to the bench of the slave girl directly in front of her.
Sophia was a young Greek girl who had labored as a field slave on a large farm outside Rome. Working naked and barefoot outdoors under the lash, she was greatly relieved when the overseer told her she was being traded for another slave girl and would be sent to her new owner. She didn’t realize that she was exchanging one hell for another. Now she was a galley slave working even harder than in the fields and still naked and lashed.
Eleni had an unending view of Sophia from the rear, watching her muscular back and buttocks move in cadence with the rest of the slave girls, the toes of her dirty bare feet grip the damp deck with the push and pull of her oar. Like all the other slave girls, Sophia’s back, ass and legs bore evidence of the sadistic overseers’ whip lashes, some marks fading and others freshly etched into her flesh.
The young Greek had large, curvaceous breasts which undulated rhythmically as she worked the oar. Unfortunately Sophia’s generous breasts were occasionally the targets of the slave driver’s sadistic lust to inflict pain and humiliation on the slave girls. Eleni could see the curving whip welts on the edges of Sophia’s breasts. In the past Eleni had watched in horror as the two slave drivers had lashed Sophia, the lashes curling around her well-rounded boobs, inflicting incredible agony and suffering.
Eleni watch as Felix stood by Sophia seated on her rowing bench, towering over her, his whip at the ready. “Oh gods, spare her, spare her,” Eleni whispered a prayer to herself. Sophia herself was visibly trembling with panic, her full breasts quivering, her nipples erect with fright.
“I’ve been watching you, slut,” Felix told her, a large grin on his face. “You’re not working as well as the other sluts on board. Not pulling your weight, girl” “Please master, I’ll work real hard, I promise,” Sophia pleaded.
“She’s just tired, worn out. We’ve all been rowing for hours. She works just as hard as any of us, asshole,” Eleni thought to herself. “It’s just an excuse, you prick, to torture a busty young girl, you pig.” Of course if Eleni had said that out loud she would have been tied to the mast whipped by all the crew, starting with the captain. Now all she could do is nothing, but wait and witness another injustice.
“Yes you will row hard, whore,” Felix said. “Here’s a little something to remind you.”
He brought the whip down forcefully over the tops of her jutting boobs. Sophia’s screams frightened all the other slave girls as her shrieks echoed throughout the galley. Felix looked with pleasure as the slash over her wobbling boobs swelled and turned crimson. Eleni tears welled in her eyes in sympathy for Sophia’s suffering.
The next lash fell in the middle of her breasts, the leather whip landing just inside her large pink areolas. Sophia’s cries were truly horrendous as the unbearable agony of those breast cuts radiated throughout her whole body. Felix then sent the whip to the undersides of Sophia’s breasts, the blow lifting them up from her chest, flying freely in the air before bouncing back down.
Felix wasn’t done. He lashed her naked back, leaving a long diagonal mark on her flesh, then repeated the blow creating a long X on her body. He finished by delivering two long lashes to her naked buttocks, the whip following the curves of her ass.
Sophia collapsed over her oar, panting and sobbing uncontrollably. Eleni wanted to comfort the suffering slave girl, holding her and caressing her, but the chains prevented her from moving from her seat.
The other slave driver who was named Marcus walked up to Felix and patted him on the back. “You know how to keep these bitches in line, mate.” Felix nodded in agreement. Both brutes returned to the rear of the vessel for snacks of cheese, figs, olives and wine.
The wind finally began to pick up and the order was given to “rest oars”. The slave girls at last could ease their fatigued-wracked bodies. Sophia’s wails had died down to soft whimpering. Her back and buttocks ached with pain, but much worse was the constant throbbing agony from her wounded boobs.
Eleni still burned with anger at how unfairly poor Sophia had been treated, whipped for no good reason. Tortured by a monster who enjoyed inflicting pain on a defenseless, naked girl. Her only consolation was that her own breasts hadn’t been striped by the cruel lash. But that could change at any time. She lived in constant fear of the slave drivers’ whips. Now all she could do is rest until the next time the captain ordered “oars”.
She heard the heavy tread of the overseer approaching as he sauntered down the aisle between the rowing benches. She always worried when he was near, so she risked a glance over her shoulder to see what he was up to. “Oh no,” she said to herself. Two bad signs. First the whip and then the grin.
Eleni was one of thirty women who powered the galley through strenuous oaring. This voyage was from Brundisium to Neopolis. The air had been stagnant, not the slightest breeze, so the captain ordered “oars”. The seas remained calm which meant the crew could not deploy the sails and the women had to keep rowing for hours.
All the galley slaves were naked, chained and displayed the cruelty of the two slave drivers by the numerous swollen, crimson whip welts on their backs, asses, legs and breasts.
Eleni was worried. The slave drivers usually wore their whips coiled and stuck in their belts. But “the monster” as she called him but whose real name was Felix, had his whip out and was cracking it in the air, shaking off the bits of dried female flesh that still adhered to the leather. He was a true sadist and he always grinned as he tortured the naked slave girls. He was grinning now.
She began to row more vigorously, the muscles in her arms, back and buttocks rippling with the effort. Maybe he would spare her if he saw her working hard. Her body was already drenched in sweat, rivulets ran down her dangling breasts and even her blonde pussy thatch was damp with it. Now added to that was fear-sweat.
Felix stopped by her bench. She was terrified, preparing herself for the fiery pain of the lash cutting into her naked flesh. But he merely winked at her, leaned over cupping her right breast in his rough, massive palm and then squeezing her boob tightly. She winced at this breast assault, but she didn’t dare interrupt her rowing. He enjoyed the fear he saw in her eyes. He released her breast and then slapped both her boobs, leaving the imprint of his hand on her breast flesh. He then walked to the bench of the slave girl directly in front of her.
Sophia was a young Greek girl who had labored as a field slave on a large farm outside Rome. Working naked and barefoot outdoors under the lash, she was greatly relieved when the overseer told her she was being traded for another slave girl and would be sent to her new owner. She didn’t realize that she was exchanging one hell for another. Now she was a galley slave working even harder than in the fields and still naked and lashed.
Eleni had an unending view of Sophia from the rear, watching her muscular back and buttocks move in cadence with the rest of the slave girls, the toes of her dirty bare feet grip the damp deck with the push and pull of her oar. Like all the other slave girls, Sophia’s back, ass and legs bore evidence of the sadistic overseers’ whip lashes, some marks fading and others freshly etched into her flesh.
The young Greek had large, curvaceous breasts which undulated rhythmically as she worked the oar. Unfortunately Sophia’s generous breasts were occasionally the targets of the slave driver’s sadistic lust to inflict pain and humiliation on the slave girls. Eleni could see the curving whip welts on the edges of Sophia’s breasts. In the past Eleni had watched in horror as the two slave drivers had lashed Sophia, the lashes curling around her well-rounded boobs, inflicting incredible agony and suffering.
Eleni watch as Felix stood by Sophia seated on her rowing bench, towering over her, his whip at the ready. “Oh gods, spare her, spare her,” Eleni whispered a prayer to herself. Sophia herself was visibly trembling with panic, her full breasts quivering, her nipples erect with fright.
“I’ve been watching you, slut,” Felix told her, a large grin on his face. “You’re not working as well as the other sluts on board. Not pulling your weight, girl” “Please master, I’ll work real hard, I promise,” Sophia pleaded.
“She’s just tired, worn out. We’ve all been rowing for hours. She works just as hard as any of us, asshole,” Eleni thought to herself. “It’s just an excuse, you prick, to torture a busty young girl, you pig.” Of course if Eleni had said that out loud she would have been tied to the mast whipped by all the crew, starting with the captain. Now all she could do is nothing, but wait and witness another injustice.
“Yes you will row hard, whore,” Felix said. “Here’s a little something to remind you.”
He brought the whip down forcefully over the tops of her jutting boobs. Sophia’s screams frightened all the other slave girls as her shrieks echoed throughout the galley. Felix looked with pleasure as the slash over her wobbling boobs swelled and turned crimson. Eleni tears welled in her eyes in sympathy for Sophia’s suffering.
The next lash fell in the middle of her breasts, the leather whip landing just inside her large pink areolas. Sophia’s cries were truly horrendous as the unbearable agony of those breast cuts radiated throughout her whole body. Felix then sent the whip to the undersides of Sophia’s breasts, the blow lifting them up from her chest, flying freely in the air before bouncing back down.
Felix wasn’t done. He lashed her naked back, leaving a long diagonal mark on her flesh, then repeated the blow creating a long X on her body. He finished by delivering two long lashes to her naked buttocks, the whip following the curves of her ass.
Sophia collapsed over her oar, panting and sobbing uncontrollably. Eleni wanted to comfort the suffering slave girl, holding her and caressing her, but the chains prevented her from moving from her seat.
The other slave driver who was named Marcus walked up to Felix and patted him on the back. “You know how to keep these bitches in line, mate.” Felix nodded in agreement. Both brutes returned to the rear of the vessel for snacks of cheese, figs, olives and wine.
The wind finally began to pick up and the order was given to “rest oars”. The slave girls at last could ease their fatigued-wracked bodies. Sophia’s wails had died down to soft whimpering. Her back and buttocks ached with pain, but much worse was the constant throbbing agony from her wounded boobs.
Eleni still burned with anger at how unfairly poor Sophia had been treated, whipped for no good reason. Tortured by a monster who enjoyed inflicting pain on a defenseless, naked girl. Her only consolation was that her own breasts hadn’t been striped by the cruel lash. But that could change at any time. She lived in constant fear of the slave drivers’ whips. Now all she could do is rest until the next time the captain ordered “oars”.