Aurélie trains hard with the whip

Aurélie thought the whip master was joking but he looked awfully stern and she could not be sure. Anyway, despite her tired arm, she wanted to improve her technique. So she lashed the ****'s back. The girl hardly reacted. The redhead was amazed. She tried again, harder and this time a weak moan escaped from the ****'s clenched teeth. That girl was incredibly tough. Indeed, her back was crisscrossed with overlaid scars of whip marks.

Aurélie lashed her whip even harder and this time a short scream echoed through the oar-deck. The pirate queen did it again, and again, trying to land the whip in different places. Alas, she found that when using such ****, she could not control well the precision of the whip so in the end she she contented herself with whipping the ****'s back as hard as she could.

Quickly her arm grew so tired that she could not lift it anymore. She switched to her left arm but her aim and strength were even poorer there. She reverted to the right arm, but spaced the lash to let it rest in between blows. Her strokes grew weaker. Only one in two extracted a scream from the ****, then one in three, then one in four.

At last she turned to the whip master. "I'm sorry, I'm too exhausted. My arm does not want to lift anymore."