The Pirate Slave

Marla's Girls

"Hey you, new boy. Come and give me a hand," called one of the girls from inside her room as Nadine passed by.

"Yes, Juliette. Can I help you?" Nadine entered her room and closed the door.

"Can you paint my nails? Daryn usually does it, but I think he's busy now," Juliette waved her long fingers. "I need to get my nails done quickly today before Madam calls me again."

"Sure," Nadine brought forward a stool and sat in front of Juliette by her dressing table. "What color would you like for your nails?"

Juliette inclined her head to the side. "Mmm, peach, I guess. I'm wearing my peach dress today."

Nadine took a look the row of nail paint bottles on the table. An idea struck her. "Juliette, I think the peach is too pale for you today. Do you mind if I fix you another color?"

"You can do that? Sure, give it your best try. We could all use some changes around here. Even it's just someting as petty as nail color."

Dressing up had always been Nadine's favorit activities since childhood. And as she grew into womanhood, people had admired her taste of fashion and appearance. If it had not been due to her father being from the middle class, she would probably have become "The Toast of The Season".

Nadine expertly mixed several colors into an empty bottle. The result was a new shade of attractive reddish peach, which made Juliette exclaim in joy. All evening she boasted on the discovery of a new nail color and the next day Nadine was overwhelmed by the requests from the other girls asking her to invent colors to match their personalities.

The whole house soon found that Nadine had nimble fingers. And that she had a good taste in clothing and accessories made the ladies in the house rely more and more on Nadine.

She had a knack of putting random things together and still created amazing result. That was a rare talent on the island and Madam Marla and her girls was determined to make good use of it.

Most of the ladies had scars they received from overly abusive treatment by their previous owners. Many of it were too visible to hide and made them lose their confidence, although none of their regular customers ever complained.

Zoey was in tears this evening, because a new customer harrassed her and made fun of her wide scar that went from both the edges of her mouth to the cheeks. Marla kicked the man out of her house and banned him forever. But Zoey was unconsolable. She refused to receive anymore guests which also upset the whole house.

The next morning Nadine mixed some face powders and oil, experimented with some materials and tried it on herself. Satisfied, she put some on Zoey's face carefully and the result was amazing! The scars somehow magically vanished from sight.

Everyone got so excited with Nadine's invention they all lined to try it on themselves. Nadine taught them how to mix the materials, how much to use for every type of complexion. She also warned the girls that this was all temporary. It would rub off with time and physical activities.

The next house opening, Marla's establishment was swarmed with visitors, old and new. Words had come out that Marla had new beautiful girls in addition to the scarred and disfigured old ones. The fact was there were no newcomers so far. Only the existing ones who got prettier and more confident.

Some old customers who were into scars and marks quickly demanded their favorite girls to wash away their make up. But the rest were admiring and appraising Madam for acquiring such flock of exotic beauties. Marla beamed. Nadine turned out to be quite an asset to her. And she had someone special to thank for that.

Meanwhile, Nadine sat in a dressing room between bedrooms where two girls were entertaining, feeling good about herself for bringing some positive changes into the house. But soon the feeling dimmed down. As usual, as she listened to the couples in the adjacent bedrooms, she battled with her own rising desires.

It had been several days since she left Jay's ship. She had been indoors all the time, but not even a single rumour from the servants about a pirate losing or looking for a slave or anything similar. She was torn between pursuing her freedom with Marla's help, if she would do it, or coming back to Jay. One thing is for sure. She missed his touch terribly.

In front of her was a collection of ropes, paddles, whips and other toys ready to deliver should anyone requested it. She inspected each and every item, making sure they were all clean and in pristine condition. She caressed a piece of long silk cloth thinking back on how Jay used it to tie her wrists together and attached it to a bedpost. She blushed at the memory.

On one wall of the dressing there was the door to a bedroom where Ivy was entertaining a regular customer. While at the opposite of the room, the door lead to Christa's bedroom, also with a gentleman. Nadine knew Ivy's guest liked it rough and used a variety of tool, so she went closer to the door and listened.

At first she could only hear muffled sounds of the couple conversing. Then it went louder with the language began to sound more base. Ivy was gigling at something he said when suddenly Nadine heard noises of clothes being torn. They have begun.

This man Ivy was with was very into ripping clothes. Marla provided a cupboard full of dresses, lingeries and night attires made of cheap materials for all the girls to use. The one Ivy wore was a pretty pink flowy dress, so thin, fine and transparent it ripped away easily with the slightest pressure.

Nadine heard smacking sound from inside Ivy's room. She imagined the gentleman was using his favorit paddle on Ivy backside. The girl cried out loud, but it was not a cry of distress. It soon turned into moans of delight.

Both bedrooms on either side of the dressing room echoed similar sounds and noises. Nadine could see anything nor she would try to peek through key hole. But she had a good idea what was happening.

Thingking about it made Nadine flush with her own rising desires. Her core began to throb and moist Her breasts felt so tight inside their binding. She rubbed her own pearl button from outside her trousers and it felt so good.

The moans and pants that came from both bedroom was driving Nadine crazy. She rubbed herself harder. When it was no longer enough, she slipped her hand inside her pants and massaged her own nether lips.

Her breath shortened as she felt a familiar sensation when she slid a finger inside her cave. With the noises from the heated activities in the background, she slowly rubbed her inside muscles. Involuntary moans escaped her lips as she picked up her pace. Her other hand searched her flattened breasts playing with her hard nipples.

"Nate, bring us the flogger, please."

Christa's voice brought Nadine back to reality. She pulled back her hands abruptly and went about her duties while trying to still her heart and breathing.