"The ordeal of galley slaves was one of monotonous, backbreaking toil, salty sweat rolling down their naked bodies, the occasional slice of the whip over their exposed breasts and their view restricted to watching the undulating butts of the women on the rowing bench in front of them."
"The blood from her gang rape in the dungeon stained her thighs as she is paraded naked through the streets on her way to crucifixion on Traitors Hill."