No, but Patty and the pirates do

Hilda rushes out to the tool shed, her breathing heavy by the time she gets there due to years of soft living.

Patty, Nan, and Snuza are all there, now free of their bindings, thanks to some of the sharper gardening tools stored here. Tools that are now being wielded by the naked pirates and pointed at poor, vulnerable Hilda.

"Who are you?" Patty demands.

"Isn't it obvious?" Nan says as she looks the naked Hilda over. "She's a slave. Look at her collar."

Hilda blushes in embarrassment. She never took off the kinky roleplaying aid her husband put on her this afternoon!

"Must be a comfort slave," Snuza says as she gets a good look, and smell, of the woman before her. "Oh yeah. They must have you servicing the rest of the workers all day, huh?"

Hilda's mouth drops open even as her pussy twitches at these slanderous (but sort of true) accusations.

"Tell you what, slut," Patty says as she traces her makeshift weapon down the naked noble's ample breasts. "We don't care about a small fry like you. Take us to your rich mistress and we'll let you go. Hell, we might even just free you and give you a quarter share of the plunder to boot!"

"You mean," Hilda says in growing worry. "You're going to rob me... uh... mistress?"

"That's the idea," Nan says as she rolls her eyes. "Man these love slaves are always so dumb."

"That's because the smarter ones all get better training," Snuza says. "If you're too dumb to do real work, then they gotta use their body." The orc woman casually gropes Hilda, examining her like she were a piece of meat. "And it looks like this one's been using hers for a long time!"

Hilda's faces goes crimson as the three pirates laugh at her.