Aurélie learns to whip

Aurélie held the whip handle firmly and tried it a few times on the deck, until she managed to get a satisfyingly loud crack. Then, turning to the Whip master, she lifted an eyebrow while glancing at that slaves.

"May I?"

"Of course, be my guest," the sailor answered.

Aurélie looked at the slaves, they gave quick, anxious glances at her over their shoulders. One of them, a short blonde girl, seemed particularly afraid. Her back was covered in angry welts but she was relatively devoid of piercings and tattoos, or even long-term scars. Her anxiousness and her frequent glances over her shoulder were obviously disturbing her rowing cycle.

The Pirate Queen grinned as she raised her arm, feeling the power of the whip in her hand. The blonde **** saw it and tried to concentrate on her task. It was too late, though. Aurélie lashed her weapon at her. The tip of the whip landed across her back, making her arch her back and yelp, however, the braided lanyard also lashed across the back of the **** that was immediately beside her, closed to Aurélie.

The redhead brought her left hand to her mouth and said, "Oooops! Sorry!"