Aurelie tries to argue with the whipmaster

Aurelie's eyes grew wide open in shock at the sight of the big, ridged, wooden dildo protruding from the bench. Judging by the moans of agony of the two slaves it was obvious they were ruining their vagina with each stroke of the oar. There was no way she would let that happen to her. With panicked eyes, she called the whipmaster as she was walking away from her.

"Wait! That's not at all the kind of task I want to do! I want to work on the upper deck, with the sails, the wheel. That's what I'm good at! Ask Captain Stone, he will tell you. That's not at all what has been agreed to!"

Her words stumbled as fast as she could out of her mouth as she felt the greasy, sweaty hands of the two burly sailors grasping her arms. One of them grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled down. There was a loud ripping sound as the garment got torn down to her waist then ripped and thrown on the dirty floor. Her flesh-coloured bra was next so that she was now naked from the waist up.

At that moment the two sailors shifted their hold on her. She used that opportunity to escape them. She ran forward as they cursed her. She grabbed the pail and went to her knees. The two bullies were towering above her and the whipmaster was glaring at her.

"Please, I'll wash the floor, I'm sorry. I'll do it!"