"Katja’s massive breasts were obvious target for the slave drivers’ lashes. One the first day when she began her sentence as a galley slave on a Roman ship her udders felt the sting of the whip. Stripped naked and led down to the stygian depths of the galley, Katja retched when she breathed in the incredible stench in the bowels of the vessel. Seated on a narrow bench, her plush buttocks cheeks overhanging the meager ass support, she viewed with dread the state of the other naked galley slaves around her. All bore lash marks over their bodies, including their breasts. Ordered to grip the ponderous oar and row, Katja strained to keep in rhythm with the other slaves. When she faltered, a slave driver would implant a fiery stroke over her broad back. As the voyage wore on and the slaves began to be overcome with fatigue, the slave drivers began to lash the women. It was then that Katja’s mammoth mammaries were assaulted. The pain spreading out from her breast tops and nipples was incredible. Katja had never been breast whipped before. Her piercing screams did nothing to mitigate the cruelty of the guards. Again and again her imposing sweat-drenched boobs were smacked by leather whips, sweat droplets flying off her breast flesh with each lash. That terrible first day behind the oar now seemed so long ago to Katja. Her breasts now bore a myriad of welts, some fading and some fresh. She cringed as two guards stood over her. She knew they enjoyed battering her breasts, particularly when they were bored and wanted a bit of fun and entertainment. Katja’s bouncing boobs and pitiful high pitched cries never failed to please them. She tried to ignore them hovering over her, concentrating on her rowing, not giving them a reason to whip her. As she stoically labored, one guard said to the other, “You take her nipples and I’ll work on her tits’ undersides.” Katja’s grip on the oar tightened so much that the fierce clench hurt her palms and her bare toes nervously curled and uncurled, as she awaited the inevitable onslaught on her immense but tender breast flesh."
"Katja must have callouses on the undersides of her massive udders caused by them constantly flopping against the oar. Her boobs also probably making a rhymthic slapping sound as they hit the oar."