For the first while all was chaos in the tiny cell.
It seemed that I might be torn limb from limb, such was the ferocity of the galley slaves as they pulled me hither and thither, eager to use me.
I was entered variously.
The member rammed Into my mouth made it difficult for me to breathe, whilst my two lower holes were also swiftly penetrated. However, as the mass of brawny galley slaves wrestled one with another, those that had invaded me seemed to be forcibly pulled away, new assailants of my flesh attempting to take their places in my orifices.
As my mouth was briefly vacated in the melee I screamed, abjectly. I was being pawed, mauled, scratched, but so were the galley slaves, as their fellows tried to supplant them in me.
After a few moments, one of the slaves, perhaps of higher caste, or simply larger and more powerful than the rest, commanded order, and was, perhaps with some recognition that the prevailing carnal anarchy was of little benefit to anyone, obeyed.
He directed one slave to the floor, he on the end of the chain, and then I was placed above him, so that he could utilize my rear hole. Four slaves were then assigned to each of my wrists and ankles, so that I was upon the floor spread-eagled, and penetrated from behind. Then one slave knelt so that he could place his organ in my mouth, one close behind him, so that he could use my breasts to stimulate him, and one took my sex, all three kneeling over me.
Others, perhaps reluctantly, must await their turn, but knew at least that, when it did come, they would not be swiftly jostled and obstructed by their fellows. The order was essentially dictated by their position on the coffle chain that still bound them together, so that they were able to monitor, to some extent, whose turn it was to pleasure themselves with me, and in what place, and thus make sure that all of them were eventually able to gain access to my body.
Although I was able to simultaneously serve the three men kneeling upon me, and the one below, I also found that those holding my wrists expected me to further administer to them with my hands, and even those holding my ankles seemed to find some pleasure from me, such were their needs.
Even amongst those who had to wait their turn for a while, there were several, I saw, that were reduced to pleasuring themselves with their own hands, but the majority were able to await their own turn on me.
In this manner, for what seemed an eternity, in the dim light and stench of the crowded slave cell I serviced the galley slaves.
The most difficult aspects were trying not to choke, and hoping desperately that the brute in my mouth did not tumesce sufficiently to block my air intake, or at least erupted swiftly after gaining his full size, this in addition to accommodating the various rhythms of those using me front and back.
To my surprise and shame, despite the brutal treatment, I was not slow to begin bucking and writhing, my cries stifled by the male member filling my mouth.
Soon, the man at my sex had spurted his seed inside my well lubricated sex, and was swiftly supplanted by another..Each time the slave beneath me was superseded there was, for me, a brief respite, as all had to wait until a new slave was placed in position underneath my body.
The fellows beneath me did not seem too hurried, content to exploit my rear hole in a fairly leisurely manner. I was thankful for this, as I was unused to being penetrated in this ignominious way, but the pain was not as awful as it might have been.
Even so, I wondered how long I might survive such fierce use, as the second batch of men ejaculated variously into my orifices, once more to be replaced by their appetent successors.
I found myself induced to repeated sexual climax, my incoherent moanings and desperate writhing soliciting amusement amongst those using me and watching on.
I began to feel that I was drifting from consciousness, but a sharp slap on my body ensured that once more I was able to give my multiple partners some sufficient measure of my attention.
Presumably, I was able to service them all in this manner, as after a while the fellow under me spoke, and their uses of me began to grow less frenzied. At times there were only one or two using me at a time, and they were able to place me in new positions as it suited them.
It was utterly dark in the cell now. I could feel that I was absolutely drenched in their discharges. I wondered what kind of a sight I would make in the light of day and even this thought was enough to set me moaning and squirming.
How far I had come, I thought, from the girl who had been assessed at a mere one out of ten for her slave heat.
What would Thurnus would think of me now, his pierced eared barbarian being fiercely used, attempting to satisfy the urges of a whole crew of sex-deprived galley slaves?
What would Lady Draca make of the girl that she had dismissed as unfit to serve in the alcoves of the Juicy Pudding?
Although it was now impossible to see anything, I was still being used, albeit not with the fierceness attendant upon my earlier ravishings. Now that my cellmates had all had me at least once, I felt them now taking longer to satisfy themselves, and more thoroughly using my various holes as they became available for use.
Eventually they were happy to pass me around from man to man, and although there was still occasionally some expressions of impatience, and attempts to double up in the usage of me, things were generally calmer.
From the snoring sounds, some of the men had even managed to find enough space in the tiny cell in which to sleep, although unlike the infamous occasion in the alcove of the Juicy Pudding, plenty remained awake to use my body in every way possible.
Despite my own exhaustion,no such somnolence was permitted to me, of course, as the demands placed upon my body, although less than previously, were continuous and rigorous.
Such was my lassitude however, that even though my body was in continuous use, I found myself flitting in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I was brought from this state swiftly, by a cuff or slap, at other times it seemed that it had not been noticed, and I might awaken to find a new man on top of me.
As light began to seep back into the cell. I realised that I had spent the entire night in congress, as it were.
Most of the men were asleep now, and only a few were still taking their turns with me, as the dim light in the cell increased.
Guards came down the steps and barked instructions. It would seem that the owner of the Northern Wind had settled his affairs with the governors of the City, and the slaves were being sent back to the boat.
They did not seem particularly happy with this arrangement, but had little choice as the guards opened the hatch and pulled the coffle chain, and they gradually were pulled up from the sunken cell.
Several bid me farewell with sexual noises and gestures as they went on their way, and then the grating was once more closed, and I found myself alone in the cell.
How grateful I felt, and how luxurious it seemed, to be able to curl up nude on the filthy straw of a sunken cell.
I was terribly sore.
My limbs ached, and i knew that I would ache for a long time. Despite this, I must have fallen asleep almost immediately, as when I was once more awoken the light in the cell was much greater.
A guard was there above me, and he beckoned me to the grating of the cell. Despite my aching limbs and soreness, I immediately complied, and he pulled me easily up to the floor of the room above.
Instinctively I knelt before him, knees wide, arms on my thighs, palms upwards. He regarded me, looking me over.
"What a state you are in, slavegirl, you are a disgrace," he sneered.
I said nothing to this, although it seemed to me rather an unfair assertion, given that it was on the order of the guards that I had been subjected to the rigours of sharing the slave cell with my thirty ravenous cellmates.
"It is time for your trial. I would have thought that you would have wished to present yourself before the court in a somewhat more decorous state, but it is your own choice."
I rather doubted this, although I suppose i could, in hindsight, have used the interval between the galley slaves and my own removal from the cell to attempt to clean myself up a little. However, in the event, I had been too tired for this possibility to have even entered my head.
I followed him along corridors, until we came to a large door, outside of which several people were waiting. No-one else was nude, and several sneers were directed to me, regarding my general state of attire and filthiness.
One of the men had a scroll, and asked the guard who brought men "Is this the slave Suckslut?"
"Aye," confirmed my guard.
"Good," he said, she is the last of this batch. He is getting through them quickly. Ready her, and make sure she is gagged."
"Of course," said the Guard.
After a short while the door opened and a number of people came out. Some were smiling, some were not. There was also one other gagged, nude, girl, that I presumed to also be a slave. She was crying bitterly.
We went into the courtroom.
There was a sort of platform that, I suppose, served as a dock.
We were lined up in a row.
On a dais looking down at us was a stern man. He seemed vaguely bored, as if what was taking place was of little import.
"Is this all of the next batch?" he asked.
"Aye," said a guard.
The judge, as I assumed him to be from his demeanour, read from a scroll.
"Step forward Antiphon," he commanded.
