ShadowWolf
Tribune
Monday, April 30, 2018–Day 120: I seem to have galley slaves on my mind. Where is Atrox when I need him. This is entitled "The Arrival of the New Galley Slaves".
"He watched as the three new galley slaves made their way slowly across beach to where a small skiff waited to take them out to the massive ship. The trio of naked women moved slowly--awkwardly. Hands were tightly tied behind each of their backs, causing their breasts to jut out in a most appealing manner. Their ankles were hobbled allowing them only limited movement and they were each tied to one another by ropes encircling and cutting into the flesh of their necks. He noted the look of pure terror on their faces. If they looked to their right, they would see the ship–ominous, powerful and frightening. It would be their new home–Hades on earth. They could not begin to imagine the degree of cruelty and perverse degradation they would experience once on board. But the sight to their left was even more terrifying. Three nude women nailed to wooden crosses each in unimaginable agony. They scarcely looked like women anymore. Their gaunt, sinewy bodies were criss-crossed with a thick tapestry of welts. Their eyes were sunken, empty as if they had finally accepted the fact nothing remained of their lives but agony which they sensed would only end in their meaningless deaths. They were right. He looked at the three new women and felt a pleasant stirring in his loins. They were still fresh–their bodies soft and pleasingly lush. Their skin was not yet permanently scarred by the incessant blows of the lash they would soon feel as they labored endlessly. Their holes would still be deliciously tight and they might still smell like a woman. And most important, they would still react to the brutal rapes and violations they would soon endure. They would still fight, still cry in shame and still beg for mercy... which with a smile on his face, he would deny. They would be soon be popular with the crew–at least for a while–at least until they too, much too soon, became disposable--like the dying wraiths on crosses–writhing in agony as they waited and prayed for the emptiness of death..."
I love the descriptive story it makes the picture even juicy.