<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>   In Macheath's bathroom<br/>   With Macheath<br/>   Readying herself<br/></strong><hr/></div>Ophelia was curled on the floor, on her side, sobbing. Her shorts were around her knees and her string did little to cover her butt, which was red and covered with welts. Her ankles were tied with some cloth and her arms were cuffed behind her back. As the door opened on Macheath, she lifted her face from the floor and looked at him, her eyes wide and filled with tears above the cloth gag that had been forced in her mouth.<br/><br/>The officer had to carry her as her bound feet prevented her from walking fast. Ophelia was surprised to see that he had not brought her to the mess but to his own stateroom. She felt her heart sink. What was going to happen here? But then the man just closed the door on her, according her 10 minutes.<br/><br/>Ten minutes to get ready for the cage... If that was possible... First she hobbled to the toilet seat and contorted her hands to push her bikini bottom down so that she could relieve her bladder. Sitting on the seat proved painful and she just squatted over the bowl instead, to save her poor butt. Wiping herself and pulling the bikini up was not easy either with her hands cuffed in her back. Pulling her short shorts up proved impossible. On one hand, as the shorts were so tight, it usually took quite some wiggling to pull them up in place, which she could not do well with her hands cuffed behind her. On the other hand, her buttocks were so raw that she did not dare to have the rough jeans to rub against them.<br/><br/>Finally, she took one of Macheath's towels and wrapped it around her hips as best as she could. This would protect her modesty without rubbing against her sore skin. As for her naked breasts, she did not find any way to protect them.<br/><br/>She was still considering what to do when the officer knocked against the door. The 10 minutes were elapsed.<br/><br/>Ophelia had a deep sigh. And then she saw a possible solution to her plight. As everything in the submarine, the door was made of steel. And it could be locked from inside. She should have thought about it earlier! She hobbled until her back was against the door and she could reach the lock with her cuffed hands. And she turned the lock closed.<br/><br/>The click made her realise what she had done. It was hopeless. What would she do in this small room anyway? And thus she unlocked the door again and even opened it.