Aurelie tries to escape

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. It was now totally clear to her that those women could not be here willingly. They were real slaves, they were **** to row and the whipmaster had misunderstood who Aurelie was and why she was here. There was no way she would let herself get enslaved. Those brutes were obviously too thick-minded to understand anything. If she did not act now, she would soon find herself chained to one of those oars.

Having taken her decision, the redhead acted swiftly. As the whipmaster tossed her to the two burly sailors, she planted her bare heels on the slippery floor and leapt away from them. There was another ladder at the stern of the rowing deck. It came up through an open hatch from the ship's hold and went up to a hatch in the ceiling which was closed by a wooden grating.