Slave Galley Beached.
Most slave galleys, despite their heaviness and weight, possessed a shallow draft which enabled them to navigate up rivers and estuaries close to shore. However sometimes it was necessary to actually beach the ship. The reasons for doing so varied. Sometimes it was necessary to gather provisions and store on board. Or to make required repairs. Or to eliminate the multitude of barnacles on the bottom. For whatever reason, it was the task of the slave girls to heave the ship up on the shore. For the naked slave girls chained to their benches the order to “rest oars” and “bank” elicited a mixed response. The slaves were glad to have a chance to escape the dank and turgid air below decks and climb the ladder to breathe fresh, brisk sea air. On the other hand, hauling the heavy ship through the water ashore meant hard physical labor often encouraged by the slave drivers’ lashes. If it’s one thing that all slave girls wanted to avoid most of all it was the whip. Cuts across their backs, buttocks and boobs delivered instant pain plus throbbing agony for hours. But of course the women had no choice.
The two slave drivers, Marcus and Casio, selected the women they wanted for the hauling. They were all young and strong. One was named Esme, a young girl from Gaul who had been in servitude on the galley for several months. She was no stranger to the lash. Her large, ample breasts attracted the attention of the two slaver drivers and her udders had often bounced and leaped under their whips.
After unlocking their chains, the two brutes ordered “Cunts, aloft.” Ten women had been selected, one of whom was Esme. As Esme placed her bare feet on the rungs of the ladder she looked to see the slave girl from Hispania named Paloma ascending above her. Paloma’s muscular ass was well striped with whip welts which curved over her rounded buttocks. Even worse, Esme gasped to see that Paloma’s pussy lips were swollen and crimson from a recent whipping. Esme knew from personal experience how painful and sore a cunt whipping could be. She pitied the poor girl but realized that she herself might soon suffer the same fate.
Once all the slave girls were on deck, the slave drivers yelled “Over the side, whores.” All ten slave girls jumped into the water, the brine stinging their recent lash welts. Esme’s breasts exploded into agony as the salt water bit into her flayed boob flesh.
“Grab the rope, sluts and haul. Haul your asses.” The two slave drivers yelled. The naked slaves grabbed the rope tied to a large iron ring aft on the galley and pulled with all their might. The galley began to move up the beach. “Move, whores.” Both slave driers began to lash the women indiscriminately. First Paloma’s and then Esme’s breasts danced to and fro under the lash. More lashes followed until all ten slave girls had suffered cuts and blows from the whips. At last the galley was firmly a shore.
“On yer knees, cunts,” Marcus ordered. Paloma and Esme dropped to their knees in the sand, both naked slave girls weeping as sobbing from slashes to their breasts, backs and buttocks. Paloma and Esme embraced, their massive boobs crushed against each other. “We did it, girl,” Esme tearfully told Paloma. “Yes, we did it,” Paloma replied.
The ten slave girls would remain on the beach for a few hours as repairs were made, basking in the sun and clean air. Then they would have to pull the galley back into the sea as the slave drivers rained lash after lash on their nudity. Then Paloma, Esme and the others would be forced below decks, chained up again and resume their unending toil as galley slaves.
