The Manta Ray rolled quietly into Las Parride late at night a few weeks after her captain had been defrocked but her arrival was noted by a great many locals. Las Parride was a pirate town and it quite literally never slept. Josephine and Wilma were loaded into a longboat the next morning and were taken into town. The two women had been given clothes for the first time since they'd been taken to the brig and soon they found themselves being led into the center of the town.

For the most part, the slave market of Las Parride existed merely to conscript sailors into service but every once in a while, something else happened. Every once in a while, there was a little something else on the auction block. This was going to be one of those days and word quickly spread among the ships in port. The broker looked at the two women and he smiled right away.

He circled round the women squeezing a cheek here and fondling a tit there, and he smiled even broader. He knew that this day was going to be a very good day. You didn't get quality like this everyday.

Today, he knew he was going to make a lot of money.

The opening of the market went pretty much as usual, starting with sailors and conscripts. More well qualified men were added to the mix. The broker was biding his time and letting the tension build.

He knew the men in the crowd knew he had something special and he knew they were waiting for it. Finally, the time had come. The broker brought out the two women and the response of the audience was just what he expected. Before going on stage, the two women had been changed into frocks with almost no seams.

This was done for a purpose. At just the right time, it would be easy for the broker to rip the clothes away leaving the women naked from their waists up. Showmanship was so important if you wanted to get the price bid up even higher. The broker smiled again as he rubbed his hands together. He was going to make a lot of money.

Some of the men recognized Wilma and some of them didn't.

Some of them had gone up against her in battle and some of them had lost, but now that she had been exposed for what she really was, a woman, it was clear that some of them wanted to have a go at her one more time. Despite the fact that she had taken numerous and repeated playings, Lady Josephine was instantly recognizable for what she was, a lady of breeding and standing and there were those in the audience who were thinking to themselves that if only they could have a woman like that just once. Just once. That was all they wanted. And then there was one man in the audience who had his eye on the both of them. The bidding started with Josephine.

It wasn't often that the slave market on Las Parride had a woman of stature to sell so normally, she would have been held for last but it was even rarer still that the slave market had a defrocked pirate captain, and a woman at that, to sell. The marketeer felt sure that Wilma would fetch the higher price. The bidding on Josephine continued at a healthy pace but it was starting to slow as bidders dropped out. The slave broker knew it was time to rekindle some interest in his product. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, " he told the soft placeembled throng, "I don't think you realize what an opportunity you have here." He turned away from the men and he whispered at Josephine.

"Turn around, " he whispered to her, "or so help me God, by the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you had.

" Josephine was scared so she did as she was told. The auctioneer pulled Josephine's skirt up high enough to reveal her soft place.

His hand seized her little, round butt.

"Look at that, my good men. Look at that tight, little soft place.

Bend over.

" Josephine bent at the waist. "More, " the auctioneer said. "More. Bend over more." Josephine did as she was told. "Now spread 'em, " he told her. "Spread your legs. More.

More. More. Take a good look at that, gentlemen. It's not every day you get to see a softness like that." Bidding resum