Hello! This story features an orc lady pirate captain (with a small dick) entering a battle of wills with a VERY strong goblin pirate queen (with a huge dick)! SPH! Teasing! Strength Play!
But a warning! This story has some mental fuckery, up to and including mindbreaky stuff. In my head it's not permanent and she's just cockdrunk but BE WARNED AND WARY if you're not into mind changes in your lewderies.
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"Forward! We've almost caught her!" Captain Gorna cried, her powerful voice barely carrying over the din. A freezing mix of rain and sea spray drenched everything it touched. Gorna's crew moved with casual confidence on the frigid deck, stopping to latch onto rails or masts to steady themselves as the Salty Mermaid lurched on sea swells that would ravage anything but a ship-of-the-line.
Orcs seldom rose to prominence on ships in military service, but in the open world of privateering, the taboos and mores of high society had little sway. Her crew appreciated her ferocity in battle, something she played up for their benefit. Gorna's fearsome appearance hid an incisive intellect, one that knew the value of being the 'brutal warrior' to a crew of rowdies and roustabouts.
At the top of the swell, she peered into the distance with a priceless spyglass. Fogged and spattered with water, she needed to clean it off on a precious scrap of dry cloth reserved for this exact purpose. The fabric became soaked, but the glass was clear enough to see the black sails of their quarry.
The Sweet Mercy had been the flagship of the Renauwit Republic Navy, christened the Indomitable or something equally as presumptuous. She'd been captured in battle and turned into the single most feared pirate ship on the nine seas, where she's reigned for nearly a decade. And at the helm, the nightmare herself. The stories didn't give her a true name, and no one alive dared say what she looked like. All they knew of her were the black sails of her ship, the Sweet Mercy, and the flag of crossed bones on a sea of red. Most called her the Sea Witch, but in the taverns and hospitals of port cities, names like Wave Wraith and Keelsplitter are never far from one's ear.
"Forward! For Queen, Country, and a shitload of money!" Gorna shouted, followed by a muffled round of cheers from the weary crew. These rough seas were taxing even the stout hearts of her seasoned men and women, so the knowledge that their payday was in sight was a welcome one. The bounty on the Sweet Mercy was enough to completely refurbish the Mermaid, while the price on the Witch herself could set her AND her crew up for life! Of course, she wasn't the first to go after the fortune.
"We can do this, right?" her helmsman asked. Vin had been with her since her first captaincy. Through thick and thin, feast and famine, they'd been together. He'd seen most of the crazy shit she'd pulled over the years, and rarely had he expressed doubt that she'd pull through.
Gorna laughed, laying on the confidence a little too thick. "Of course we can! There is no better ship than the Salty Mermaid, and no better crew either. No matter what tricks they think they can pull on some frightened merchants, we have the experience and the initiative."
"It's just..." Vin's eyes rolled up, like he was searching for just the right words. "I'm worried that the Witch isn't all hype. They say she beat a lot of the heavy hitters in the Northern Reaches. La'laura Nox, Vixen, even Blue Skye. None of them have been seen after setting out on the same bounty we're on."
Gorna nodded. She trusted Vin's insights, this was not likely to be a cakewalk. But the air of arrogance she put on was not entirely counterfeit. The orc captain had done incredible things, often through a mix of skill and sheer force of will. To back down from something just because it might challenge was not an act she was capable of.
The sea swells carried the Mermaid back down into a trough, and she lost sight of the other vessel. No matter. With the wind pressing them forward, there'd be nowhere for the foe to run!
She took the wheel herself, using years of experience to ride the tempestuous sea like a stallion broken by its knight. "We'll have them in a few hours. Once this storm clears, we'll have them right where we want them!"
Cresting another enormous swell, she could tell that her vessel was gaining on their target. But the Mercy was no longer heading in a straight line...
"It's coming about!" her helmsman cried in her ear.
"Impossible," she replied, "They can't ACTUALLY be trying to start a fight in a storm like this!"
In the distance, the huge shape of the Mercy demonstrated their intentions clear enough. It turned with preternatural grace, as if it was a pleasure craft on the lake of some rich dandy. Gunnels popped open, revealing twenty two cold iron muzzles.
She yanked the wheel to the left. "Tell Frederich to man the guns. We're going to need them in a few-"
Her next words were drowned out in a dreadful cacophony.
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The storm vanished as quickly as it had appeared. As the sun filtered through the retreating clouds, it shined on an apocalyptic scene. The Salty Mermaid was sinking, its cabin looted and the surviving crew in irons. Gorna herself was the last to walk the gangplank over to the victorious Sweet Mercy. Standing guard with a pair of runelock muskets were a pair of diminutive green women.
"Goblins," she spat into the sea below her, "I can't believe I was beaten by a bunch of goblins. Does your Captain have no honour?!" Her clothes had been torn apart by splinters and near misses with enemy blades. Far from the confident privateer she'd started the day as, she cut a rather shabby figure in the shadow of her fallen vessel.
One of the guards laughed, her bosom bouncing in its restrictive clothing. "That's rich. You're Gorna Gallows! You're famous for raiding ships under flag of parlay. Well, before you sold out that is. Now you're what? Gorna Goodheart? Gracious Gorna?"
The captain rolled her eyes. "I don't have to take lip from a lumpy green potato. Put down those guns and I'll show you how "good" I am."
"While I'd love to, Cap'n would have my hide if I killed her prize. I'm to bring you to her cabin as soon as possible. So, if you don't mind," the goblin gestured with her longarm toward the stern, and Gorna trudged forward, awaiting her fate.
The sting of defeat hurt worse than her wounds. She couldn't imagine what fate the Sea Witch would have for her. Normally pirates and privateers had a respectful, if still antagonistic, view of one another. They were enemies so far as it was profitable. But there were always exceptions to the rule, dire souls who wanted nothing more than to break their rivals in all manner of horrific ways. Unwilling to even consider such thoughts, Gorna put iron in her spine and ice in her veins. Whatever fate awaited her, she'd meet it as a free woman. Strong. Proud. And most of all: free.
The cabin door opened on an impossibly large room, far in excess of anything that should exist on a ship. It was lit by a pair of gorgeous (and not to mention priceless) arcana lamps, bathing the room in soft white light but casting sinister shadows where they met heavy wooden support beams in the centre. Luxurious furniture in clashing and incongruous aesthetics sat beneath and paintings of disparate styles, some of which famous enough for even Gorna to recognize. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.
"This is her trophy room, isn't it?" Gorna sneered, "A bit ostentatious, don't you think?"
The goblin guard laughed. "You're more right than you can possibly imagine," she said, then slammed the wooden door shut. Gorna tried to force the handle, but the sound of clicking locks from the outside, an unusual feature on a captain's quarters to say the least, indicated that unless she wanted to try breaking down the door into a deck full of armed guards, she might be stuck in the room for the foreseeable future.
"She'll be with you shortly," a voice called from the dark. Gorna stepped out of the light of the lantern, allowing it to illuminate the shape of a tall woman with gorgeous red hair with pointed, predatory features. She wore an assortment of gold jewelry and nothing else, reclining like a pampered lordling on a chaise longue with gaudy purple upholstery. Poking out from the cushions was a fluffy, red tail with a white tip, which batted lazily about as if searching for a comfortable place to rest. Gorna then noticed the points of equally floofy ears poking out the top of her head. One of them held a trio of gold rings, while the other had been notched by a stray blow from a bladed weapon.
"Wait a minute...I know you," Gorna said, wagging her finger, "Well, we've never met, but I've heard stories about you. You're Vixen!"
The lounging woman preened. "Glad to hear my legend hasn't diminished. Hard to tell how long I've been here. Time just...flows by." She made an oscillating motion, like the rise and fall of waves, with her hand.
"What happened to you? Where's your ship?"
"My ship?" the foxgirl repeated, "You're already on it, silly. Oh, right, the ship I was the captain of. It's probably a home to some sea monster by now."
"It was a wreck anyways. I nearly sank you twice off the coast of Krakken Cove."
Another voice from the opposite side of the room, this one deeper but still feminine. Sitting with her legs splayed out, cradling a hefty tummy, was the scarred and comely form of La'laura Nox. Dark Elves were rare on the sea, and it was hard to miss her 6'6 height anywhere. But it was hard to picture the formidable, fearless pirate in the late stages of pregnancy. Her milky white hair poured down the back of a heavily cushioned chair. She wore nothing, letting Gorna see the tiny beads of moisture on the tips of her nipples.
