{"id":907,"date":"2017-02-14T19:35:50","date_gmt":"2017-02-15T00:35:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bethturnage.com\/?page_id=907"},"modified":"2017-02-14T19:35:50","modified_gmt":"2017-02-15T00:35:50","slug":"pirates-luck-chapter-10-discount-skin-ticket","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/bethturnage.com\/?page_id=907","title":{"rendered":"Pirate’s Luck~Chapter Ten-Discount Skin Ticket"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Pirate's<\/a><\/p>\n

The main drag of the spaceport town flashed and jittered with bright lights, blinking signs and sharp sounds that sprang from nowhere. Walking side by side to Arekan, Obon gawked at the women and boys standing or sitting seductively behind their plasglass windows. One young boy licked his lips salaciously as the men of the Rogan walked by.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe should grab that one,\u201d said Obon. \u201cHe\u2019d be fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you like boys?\u201d said Egren who stood on Arekan\u2019s left.<\/p>\n

Obon shrugged. \u201cI like them all. A touch of skin, whiff of their hair, tasting them.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Rogan\u2019s crewmember ran his tongue across his lips and Arekan shivered. Unlike many of his shipmates, Obon was a pirate born into the trade. That he crewed on the shitehole of the Rogan was a testament to his degenerate nature.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s a discount skin ticket,\u201d said Egren derisively. \u201cWouldn\u2019t last a week. A waste of our time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why should you care if he makes the entire run, eh? You so eager to share profits? And we haven\u2019t had a boy toy for months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll check the slave market,\u201d said Egrin decisively. \u201cWe need bodies that can work, not play.\u201d He smiled nastily at Obon who stuck his tongue out at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d said Arekan. \u201cI can\u2019t imagine that our beloved captain would pay for crew.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, you\u2019re right there, boy,\u201d said Egrin. \u201cEtharin is a cheap bastard, and wouldn\u2019t buy his own mother out of slavery.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI more imagine he was hatched rather than birthed,\u201d snarked Arekan.<\/p>\n

Obon sniggered. The only thing that united the Rogan crew was their mutual hatred of their captain and his first mate, Grokin.<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, you\u2019re a cocky git,\u201d said Egren, \u201cif you don\u2019t want another beating, you keep that smart trap of yours shut.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just the mention of his recent punishment made the healing skin of his back prickle. Arekan got more than a beating. He was whipped with a leather thong with metal tips that flayed his skin, all because Arekan ignored the captain\u2019s orders and saved Obon\u2019s life.<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, aye, sir,\u201d said Arekan. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware you were promoted to officer.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m just telling \u2018ya for your own good, boy. The only thing you got going for you is your skill with that blade hanging at your side. The rest of you is plain useless. Worse things can happen on the Rogan and we need our blade too much for them to happen to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGee, thanks. Love you too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Egren scoffed but they all stopped talking as they entered the ring of the slave market and stared at the naked merchandize on display. Sad looking men and women stood shackled in a line across a raised wood platform.<\/p>\n

\u201cDiscount skin tickets,\u201d snorted Egrin. \u201cLet\u2019s check the back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d said Arekan.<\/p>\n

\u201cCause they save the best for last,\u201d said Obon too eagerly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAye,\u201d agreed Egrin. \u201cCome. While they are busy selling this lot they won\u2019t be watching the merchandise in back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arekan felt sick at Obon\u2019s glee in staring at the barred metal that held unclothed men and women, boys and girls. They returned blank gazes or none at all, totally hopeless in their plight. It was too much. If it wasn\u2019t for his father\u2019s blade at his side and his skill with it, he could be one of these sad creatures.<\/p>\n

He rounded a corner of the crazy maze of cages, and glancing over his shoulder noticed that his companions weren\u2019t with him. This was the first time since he signed on that he was alone and off the ship. A desire to run overcame him, to get away from his shipmates and his cursed ship.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere would that leave you, eh?\u201d he told himself. Alone on a strange planet, without legal papers and with a price on his head, he was in a bad position. One good DNA scan and he\u2019d be shipped to Kyn to meet his death.<\/p>\n

Many of the cages were empty here and he thought he should turn back. But everything looked the same and he realized he lost his bearings. He turned down on lane and came to a cul-de-sac. There, sitting in the furthest cell was a young man about Arekan\u2019s age. Long, dark,layered hair hung in his eyes, as if he\u2019d forgotten to get his hair cut. But he sat, with one arm resting over his knee as he stared defiantly at Arekan.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho the hells are you?\u201d he snapped in Fed-Eng. \u201cI don\u2019t recognize you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arekan looked over the young man\u2019s body mass. He was skinny, but his muscles were well formed. Apparently he was raised on a planet, because spacers tended not to have much muscle. This guy could work if needed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to get out of here?\u201d asked Arekan.<\/p>\n

The slave cocked his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDepends. Where?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you care where?\u201d said Arekan. \u201cYou about to be sold, probably as someone\u2019s boy toy. Chained to a bed until they whip the fight out of you. Or maybe caned for the fun of it. At least where you are going you won\u2019t have to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you make that sound appealing,\u201d snorted the captive.<\/p>\n

Arekan shrugged his shoulders and turned away from boy. \u201cIf you want to be a sex slave–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arekan turned and leveled a stern look at him. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do I have to do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arekan tore through the narrow alleyways looking for his shipmates. Finally he found Egren and Obon in front of one cage bickering with its occupant staring at them with wide eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cForgot that one,\u201d said Arekan. \u201cI found what we are looking for.\u201d<\/p>\n

Even Obon agreed when he laid eyes on the youth.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s pretty,\u201d he said in Oshijian.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d said the slave.<\/p>\n

\u201cShut it,\u201d hissed Arekan to Obon in Oshijian. \u201cThat\u2019s not what he\u2019s for.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019ll do,\u201d said Egrin in Fed-Eng and the boy looked relieved. Arekan suffered a pang of guilt. Life on the Rogan was barely a step up from sex slave and it was hard and cruel.<\/p>\n

Egrin slung his pack off his back and yanked out a bundle of clothes. \u201cObon, you get that door open.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oben slid a wallet from inside his jacket to his hands and took out a metal instrument to pick the lock.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d said Arekan. When had he become so eager to haul someone into his miserable existence?<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got an eye for this, boy. This ain\u2019t no discount skin ticket.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAye,\u201d agreed Arekan as the young man hastily dressed in the clothes Egrin brought. He wasn\u2019t warmed by Egrin\u2019s praise.<\/p>\n

Arekan thought about the depths he sunk to since walking onto the Rogan. \u201cDiscount skin ticket,\u201d he muttered. It was one more burden he bore.<\/p>\n

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