The Pirate Slave

The Inn

Nadine woke up the next morning with a terrible ache in her head and along her spine. She had slept with the turban on her head and her chest still binded tightly. She had to do that because she shared room with another slave boy. Daryn was his name. He was a pleasant young boy of about seventeen years old. He had been there for five years and seemed to know well the ways of Marla's house. Daryn could not remember exactly how he got to the island. He only remembered waking up in Marla's care with aching bruises all over his body. He had been devoted to Marla eversince, and she in turn treated him almost like her son.

Glad to have another slave to share his work, Daryn eagerly showed Nadine her tasks, which consisted mostly of cleaning and fetching for everyone in the house. On Marla's instruction, her tasks would be limited to indoor duties, so Daryn would cover any errands that needed to be seen to outside the house. Nadine could not be thankful enough for her thoughtfulness.

She had given her name as Nathan-which she instantly cursed herself for doing so, as the name was too close to her own real name. Everyone in the house called her Nate. Speaking about the house, she quickly found out that it was not just a house. It was actually an 'inn' with certain reputation. Everyone in the island called it "Marla's Butterfly Inn"

There were about ten girls living and working there, beside the servants and guards. Nadine noticed they were not all very pretty, a few of them are even disfigured one way or another. But Marla trained them well. The inn was very popular, with numerous guests coming and going everyday.

"Madam Marla is a very good and lovely woman," Daryn's eyes always looked adoringly each time he mentioned Marla. "She always takes on whoever desperate and needing a job and a place to live."

It's true, Nadine said to herself. But still not enough reason to trust her completely to reveal who she really is. And she decided to keep her real identity carefully hidden. Not like Marla had a clue about it anyway.

But Daryn, on the other hand was a little suspicious. He always watched her whenever they were alone together, particularly at night in their room. As a boy, he did not hesitate to strip naked and wash himself in front of his roommate. But Nadine, of course, could not do the same.

"Why do you always wear that turban?" Daryn asked.

"Lice," Nadine had prepared the answer. "I don't want it spread here."

"I'm sure there's a cure for that. You should ask one of the kitchen servants. I'm sure they will also tell you to wash it regularly."

"I will. Ask them, I mean," Nadine wished he would stop minding other people's business.

But he did not stop. Either he was absolutely nosy or Marla made him keep an eye on Nadine, he continued spying on her. Nadine had to make use of her time cleverly whenever he was out on an errand to attend to her own toilet needs.

Apart from that, life in Marla's house was not too bad. As she had pointed out before, everybody treated each other nicely, including to the servants. There was never any yelling or angry call from someone to get a task done. In return there was never a job done to dissatisfaction.

Madam Marla's girls were always busy. According to Daryn and a few gossiping kitchen slaves, some of them came from good families who had been kidnapped and sent to the island to be sold. But in attempt to subdue them, things got ugly and they were hurt terribly that it ruined their chances of good sales. They were in danger of being abandoned and cast away.

Those were when Marla stepped in. She took in the girls and and gave them something to do and get their life back. Her kind and motherly nature helped the girls gain their confidence and trust in themselves.

Even when the job Marla would have been considered 'ill-repute' in a decent society, they accepted it as their fates. Marla was always fait when it comes to the shares of earning. She made each girl a contract stating their duties, rights and obligations. She allowed them to keep their shares of income and eventually buy their freedom at the end of the contract. But many decided to stay.

They felt safe with Marla. Many of them had despaired of going back to their old life, now that they were physically and mentally disfigured. Marla demanded total obedient but her smooth ways insured not a hint of force was needed. She took care of all people who came under her protection.

One of the girls got pregnant in the first year she came into the house. The common practise in slavery was the child would automatically be the property of the Master or Mistress. Or it could be sold to someone else. But Marla was not a usual Mistress. She helped the mother to contact her family and smuggled the baby to be sent and raised by its own family back home. The baby's mother worshipped Marla for doing that.

Marla's establishment offered many female services and catered to all kinds of taste, including the most bizzare requests. Most of the men were old time customers. For new one, Marla personally sat them to talk, find out their needs, and set certain boundaries before finally asigning the suitable girl to perform the job.

Daryn and Nadine's duty was to serve the girls in any way they need. From changing the stained sheet of the beds, preparing and cleaning the properties, to tying and untying them should any requests come from certain gentlemen.

Not once or twice Nadine had to wait in an adjacent dressing room while a girl was serving a customer, in case she needed anything. And each time she did, she was in agony. Everything reminded her of Jay. The moans and screams from the girls, the grunts from the men, every slaps and spanks she heard, she longed for Jay.

When her duties were finished, sometimes she would go up to her room to still his own beating heart and nurse her aching core. She would curl up inside her blanket, silently touching herself the way Jay did until finally she sobbed her to sleep in sorrow and tiredness.