The Pirate Slave

The Room

Nadine was still trying to compose herself when the door opened and a tall dark man entered. Although she did not expect it, she recognized him as Daaka, the slave merchant. Suddenly she felt so weak and angry at the same time. Marla saved her from his clutches the first time. Now that she did not even know where she is, who would save her now?

"Well, well, well, how lucky I am," Daaka grinned at the sight of her in a state of near unclothed and dishevelled. "Who would have thought Marla's newest slave boy was actually a girl!" He walked around her, inspecting her from top to toe, front to back. Nadine, still sitting on floor, tried to cover her body as best as the remains of her clothings could do.

"Please let me go," Nadine pleaded. "I belong to Marla, and she must be worried sick if I'm not back in time."

"Don't lie, girl," Daaka snapped. "You were hiding in my shack. You must have planned to run away. That means you didn't like it there in Marla's house. That's okay. You have come to the right person. I will find you a good and stern Master. That's what most slave girls need these days. A Master who can control and curb their wildness."

"No, noo...that's not what happened. Please let me go back to Marla. I like Marla. I want to be with her. Please....," Nadine was in the verge of desperation.

"Silence! It seems that you need to be taught some manners," Daaka grabbed a handful of her hair from behind and pulled it hard towards him. Nadine gasped but said nothing. He snatched the front of her torn shirt and with one motion tugged the whole garment away from her body, leaving her bare chested. He squeezed one of her delicious breast with a little laugh. Nadine cried and struggled to be free. But instead of releasing her, he tightened his grips on her hair and tit, crushing her against his own body.

"Yield to me, slave!' he commanded.

"No! I'll never yield to you!" Nadine almost spat the words. "You bastard man who take people against their will and make money by selling them. You are not even human!"

Suddenly he released her and pushed her down to the floor. For a brief moment she thought he was having a moral conscious and decided to do the right thing. It turned out she was wrong, when he circled her around and bent one knee in front of her. He held her cheeks with one hand forcing her to look at him.

"Now you listen to me carefully, slave girl. I am going to leave you for one hour to think. Meanwhile I suggest you wash yourself and take all of your clothes off. When I come back, you will be on your hands and knees on the floor, ready to surrender your fate to me. If you choose not to, in a few moments you will learn what will happen to those who decide the same."

Daaka's voice sounded deep and cold as he spoke. Nadine shivered and wondered what he really meant by what he said. She watched him walked out of the room without another glance at her. Such a cold blooded man, she said to herself.

She waited for some time, waiting for something more to happen, or someone else to come into the room. But nothing but eerie silence enveloped her. Relocated the bucket of water Daaka's men had brought her previously, she decided to make use of it. She splashed her face, washed her upper body. There was no soap but she rubbed her skin as best as she could and dried herself with a piece of coarse linen Daaka's men had brought with the pail.

That was when she heard noises from outside, possibly the room next to where she was right now. It was like an argument and a little fight. The loudest voice she could sounded like a woman protesting. Thingking perhaps she had been abducted like herself, Nadine felt pity for the woman.

The sounds of protesting escalated into cries for help. Nadine pressed her ear on the wall dividing the two rooms, curious of what was happening. Then a swishing sound was heard, followed by a cracking sound of a whip against human skin. Loud wail from the woman in the other room rang through the thin wall, reaching Nadine's ear all too clearly.

She stepped back, beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The sound of whip was not unfamiliar to her, having had worked in Marla's establishment for a while. But the wailing was too heart-wrenching she dare not imagine what the poor female was going through. She tried to cover her ears but the woman's cries kept penetrating into her head. Nadine curled on the floor in effort to hide her own senses from all the imagination of what was happening next door.

After what seemed to be eternity, finally the noises started to die down. She could feel a body being dragged away from the room next to hers, door being closed, then everything went quiet. By that time Nadine had made her own decision. It was her life that was important and she had to survive one way or another.

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Daaka opened the door to the room where he kept Nadine and found her, not surprisingly, on her hands and knees. Without a single thread hung upon her newly cleansed body, as he noted approvingly, she looked like a goddess in ancient Greek paintings. Her curves were her most tantalizing feature, combined with silky smooth skin, luscious hair and healthy teeth. His greedy merchant brain automatically calculated how much gold he would get for her in the market in the morning. No doubt most, if not all, traders would fight as hell to get her. She would be very lucky if she found herself in a harem of some Turkish vizier, or even the Sultan himself. If the girl was clever she could be a favorite.

But it could wait. Now the slave merchant wanted to taste her first, to savour the delight that delectable body had to offer. Daaka nearly drooled as his gaze travelled the length of her curves. He noted the girl was casting her eyes down, not daring to return his gaze. A good slave atttitude she already possessed, he said to himself.

"Good girl," he finally said. "You have made a wise choice. I knew you would understand what I meant and do the right thing. Now say it!"

Nadine's mouth trembled between fear and anger, but managed to utter the words, "I yield to you, Master."

"Good. Now be still while I examine my property."

Nadine winced and closed her eyes tightly as Daaka touched her all over. She tried had to deny it, but he had such a way with his hands that incited some familiar feelings she had been longing for the past few weeks. The experienced man laughed silently watching his captive squirmed under his touches, trying to fight her rising desires. He went on, approaching the more sensitive parts of her body. He closed both hands on the pair of luscious round fruits hanging from her chest and started playing with them. She could not help moaning a little, half enjoying, aware that her core was getting moist.

Then suddenly he pinched her nipples hard. She gasped, her juice started flowing instantly on her thighs. Without saying a single word, Daaka placed himself behind her on his knees and inserted his rock hard member fully into her in one push. He gripped her hips tight and pumped vigorously back and forth. Nadine had to steady herself so as not to go tumbling down from the force of his moves. He reached down and kneaded and pinched her breasts as he pounded her. Nadine's breath was heavy, her moans and cries echoed in the empty small room.

"Now you ride me, slave!" he ordered. Nadine obligingly move her hips back and forth against his, but it seemed she was not fast enough. Daaka slapped her round buttocks many times to make her move faster and harder. And she did. His loud breathing and grunts were good signs that she was giving him a good time. Once again he reached down, grabbed her breasts and pulled her upright. Still hammering her from behind, he pushed her hair aside and bit her neck, sucking it in places. Nadine cried out as she was overcome with an thunderous climax. The liquid of the man ravishing her poured into her and overflowed on her thighs and legs as he came into his own peak.

Daaka stroked her hair for a little while as she weakly laid down on the floor. Having praised her beauty and performance once again, he left a bundle of clothing and told her to wash again and get ready for the auction in a few hours.