Aurelie rebels herself

Aurelie gave a nervous glance to the whip coiled like a snake against the sadistic whipmaster's leg. Down here, that was all that was required to impose his will. She now knew how the leather lanyard felt when it hit the skin and she did not want to experience it again…

… unless… That whip could work both ways, she reflected as a crazy idea crept through her mind. She was tired of demeaning herself just because of the fear that heinous device instilled in her. If she was the one yielding the whip, she would **** the sailors to open the door and then she could explain everything to Captain Stone, how she had been abused against her will.

Hiding the smirk on her face, she approached the spot where the whipmaster had spurted his semen. She carried the heavy wooden bucket filled with seawater. Instead of putting it on the floor as usual, this time she dropped it on the whipmaster's foot. The burly man screamed in pain, cursing the redhead's apparent clumsiness. Aurelie had already moved to the next phase of her plan: while the whipmaster pulled his foot from beneath the bucket, her hands flew to his hip and tore the whip from his belt.

She leapt away, making sure the whipmaster and his two assistants where on the same side of the central aisle, while she uncoiled the whip. She cracked it threateningly in mid-air.

"Now, unlock that door and let me go back to Captain Stone, otherwise…"