Chapter 1: Arrival in the Lotus Garden

The pirate crew guffaw at their comrade’s failure. He missed by several feet. Pissing on your captives is only an effective form of humiliation if you are sober enough to aim. Fortunately none of the other pirates are in any condition for an attempt of their own.

The current target of the filthy shower is Angelina, but we have both suffered similar humiliations. It’s a firm reminder of our predicament. Angelina and I are shackled together and locked in the hold of a pirate ship. We have been travelling for three days and we’ve no idea how much longer our journey will take. As far as we know, we are the only survivors from the Heavenly Splendour. The pirates obviously thought two pretty young English women in their late teens are valuable enough to haul us hundreds of miles to a city slave market. Apparently a backstreet village slave market isn’t capable of handling rarely acquired European beauties like us. At least, that’s what one of the pirates said to his comrade.

Our imprisonment in the pirate ship’s hold is degrading. Our virginity only saves us from the worst of the pirate’s lust. We are made to lower the top of our dresses to our waist in full view of the crew whenever we are given a bucket of seawater with which to wash ourselves. Their hands are all over our bodies and they demand that we perform humiliating acts in exchange for food and water. I’ve never taken a man’s cock into my mouth before, although I once accidentally saw my mother kneel before my father and take his solid rod deep into her throat. Ever since then I’ve wondered what it would be like. How do you avoid choking? Are you expected to swallow the man’s cum? Both these questions had invaded my dreams at night long before we left Beijing. Now I am learning the answer the hard way. I hope the stink and filth of the pirate crews’ cocks aren’t typical of all men. Presumably not, or my mother would never have serviced my father in that way.

Two days later, still shackled together, Angelina and I are taken ashore. We are marched through one of the seedier parts of a small city and herded into a compound. There we are locked in a cage containing thirty other women of various races. The high walls of the slave trader’s premises make any escape impossible. Besides, we have nowhere to go and we would probably be in more danger outside of these walls than within. Several days later Angelina and I are removed from the cage and made to stand on a wooden platform next to four other women of similar age to us.

The degrading process of being sold as a slave was mercifully short. Neither of us liked being examined as though we were so much prime meat. My light brown hair, and Angelina’s red hair, make us stand out among the dark haired captives. If the slavers took the trouble to let us wash, our fair skin would make us stand out more among the hapless women around us. On reflection, that may be a deliberate ploy by the slavers. Fair skinned Europeans are sometimes regarded as spawn of the Devil, or some such superstition.