The Saga of Red Vicki
by Vicki O'Danner and C.T.



vodar@webtv.net

NC-17 for F/F sex in various combinations.

In a fantasy realm of elves and men the most feared pirate was not a man, but
a woman. Red Vicki and her mostly female crew terrorize the 7 seas and enslave
other women.

Note; C.T. has written most of what will be the first 2 chapters, the rest
will be mostly mine. Wizard Tolkien is an homage to him as well. Used with his
permission. Tyval the half giant is an homage to my mentor Tyval and also used
with permission.

Chapter 1:

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom

The sound of the drum was relentless as was the sting of the lash wielded by
cruel Amazon overseers on the bodies of the chained nude female slaves that
manned the oars of the ' Red Reaver', the most feared pirate ship on the 7
seas and beyond. Sweat poured from the unfortunate women, 100 of them, chained
to each other. The sweat also burned the small cuts made by the lash.

But that was ot the least of the torment the rowers had to face. Any of the
female reavers could at any time have one of them unchained for her pleasure,
which usually meant whipping and lesbian rape. And every night all the slave
girls were forced to serve their brutal mistresses in frenzied whip orgys. To
their shame most of the slavegirls, 99.999999% of them loved it, and looked
forward to their brutal lesbian torture.

Indeed, beween raids the lives of the slavegirls were actually quite pleasent
as they were pampared and loved by the warrior women who followed Red Vicki.
The only thing they had to do during these times were strenuous exercises to
keep them in top shape. Something the warriors also did.

At present Red Vicki had 3 crews of 200 warrior women each and 2 sets of
slavegirl rowers, 100 each. But Red Vicki knew that even rotating crews was
not enough. A lone pirate ship, even hers, had a limited life. To this end she
dreamed of building a small fleet, 5 ships, then no one could challenge her. A
second warship was nearly complete, and she also had 2 captured freighters at
her hidden island base.

" Backwater!," came the command, meaning that the slavegirls had to reverse
their rowing.

It also meant that Red Vicki was coming into position against prey. The
slavegirls always feared combat. They were slaves for life, life that could be
long since many of the slavegirls were elves who were immortal save through
battle or accident. Vicki's island also possessed a pool that granted youth to
human females as well.

...................

Red Vicki stood by the wheel of her ship. Her long beautiful red hair flew in
the wind. Her face was heart shaped and lovely, with full sensuous lips and
laughing green eyes. Both belied the cruelty that was in her. At her side was
her most trusted Lt. named Shelly. Slightly behind her were her best comrades.

There was Tolkien the wizard and Tyval the half-giant; 2 of the few men she
allowed near her as well as among the few she allowed to keep their manhood.
Then there was Whisper a female ninja, and 2nd Captain Sierra, an Amazon
princess. On the other side of the wheel was 3rd Captain Amara, a leader of
the Valkyrie from the north that followed Red Vicki.

Vicki laughed as the other ship launchd crossbow bolts from their ballista's.
She was out of their range and the bolts made it only 2/3 of the way to her
ship. But they were in range of her secret weapon.

" Full broadside!," Vicki ordered.

Three cannons opened up. All hit their mark. The first ball shattered the
merchant ships main mast, effectvely rendering them dead in the water, the
next 2 smashed into the hull, just at the water line.

" Inform cannon crew #2 that they will recieve extra booty for that mast
score," Vicki said, raising cheers from cannon crew #2.

Red Vicki had the edge. In all the world, only she, had cannons and knew the
true power of gunpowder! The Red Witch had given her that as well as the
immortality of the elves.

" Ramming speed," came the order to the slavegirls.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, BOOM! BOOM! The last 2 being the 2 forward
cannons. Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, RRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPP!!! CCCRRRRUUNNCCCHHHHH!!!

The impact knocked everyone forward. The amazons overseers lashed the girls to
hasten their return to their proper seats. Above deck the rattle of 20 muskets
sounded, covering the grappling hooks that were thrown to the dying merchant
ship. After 5 cannon shots, the ramming, and 20 muskets there was little fight
left in the doomed ship.

" Away boarders!," Red Vicki cried.

Every slavegirl cringed at the sound of her voice. But for many of them that
fear was tinged with lust. All of them had suffered greatly under her whip,
but also they knew of her skilled hands and lips. They were forced into any
perversion she wished then given to her crew when she tired of them.

" Death to all males!," came the cry of Princess Sierra as she led her amazons
onto the other ship first.

Princess Sierra barely tolerated the 20 Beserker eunichs much less the few
virale men such as Tyval and Tolkien. Although even she had to admit that
having a wizard and a man who could grow to a height of 15' at will were
useful on occassion.

Red Vicki sighed. She liked leading the attacks herself. Grabbing a rope she
swung over to the doomed ship, her own scimitar flashed as she cut down 2 men
who foolishly thought they still had a chance. The ship was already taken as
Vicki ordered the few survivors to carry the ships cargo onto her ships deck.

" Well, well," Red Vicki smiled as Whisper and Amara prodded the ship's
greatest treasure towards her. An elf princess of barely 17 years and her 4
handmaidens. The princess was a grey elf, tall, with flowing blond hair. Two
of her handmaids were the same. The other 2 were wood elves, shorter, but more
muscular, one blonde, the other dark haired.

The 3 grey elf girls were weeping, the 2 others were of course of hardier
stock. Vicki had nearly 100 wood elves among her 600 and valued their archery
and skill with a blade. If they played their cards right, these 2 could
someday join her.

The merchant actually didn't have as much wealth as Vicki had hoped for.
Except for the gold and jewells the elf girls had, a small fortune there
nonetheless, and a very good cargo of silk and some spice, the ship had little
that Vicki could use. Herding the survivors back to the sinking ship, Vicki
withdrew all of her people.

" Burn it!," Vicki ordered.

Only the best swimmers or those that had lifeboats would make it, but Red
Vicki always gave them that option. Fire arrows steaked towards the helpless
ship.

" Back out!," came the order and the rowers had to stand and pull with all
their strength to free their ship from the burning wreck. They knew that
females had been captured from the other ship. Some felt pity, most felt envy
for what the captives would soon endure.

" Backwater," came the order as the 'Red Reaver' was now clear of the other
ship.

" Standard speed," the command came as 4th Captain Mavis personally came down
to give the order. Mavis was the captain of the true sailors among Red Vicki's
crew.

After a strenuous 30 minutes of rowing the wind came up catching the red dye'd
sails of the pirate ship. the design of the ship had been another gift of the
Red Witch. Under full sail the Red Reaver was 10 knots faster than any other
ship in the world, save perhaps her soon to be sister ship. Streamlined the
pirate ship glided through the water effortlessly. The rowers panted as Mavis
ordered extra water for them.

" You did a good job slaves, extra rations, you'll need it," Mavis cruelly
smiled.

Of course they would. Flushed with victory the nightly orgy would be doubly
fierce. Red Vicki was pleased as she read Sierra's report. No deaths on her
side, with only a few light wounds.

" Lt. Shelly, have the new slaves brought to my quarters, clean and fresh,"
Red Vicki smiled," Whisper, Amara, Sierra, would you care to join me?"

Their smiles answered that. Mavis prefered the sweaty rowers and usually kept
one girl hirsute just for her.

" That was fun," Sierra said," I killed 5 males."

This got her a dirty look from Tyval. Sierra decided to keep her mouth shut.
Even at human size Tyval was too much for her. In addition to his giant
strength and size Tyval was a Kanzi! A master of oriental sword and fist. Even
Whisper was not as match for him.

Red Vicki looked at the setting sun. The first of the 3 moons would be out
soon. The sea was so peaceful now, quite unlike the rage in heart. It was in
times like this that her vow to never again be a victim filled her thoughts
with the one goal she sought above all else. Vengence!

......................

Once it had not been so. Red Vicki had once been Vickientre, novice priestess
of Astatine, 'Goddess of War and the Hunt'. Her family had been wealthy and
well connected and to further enhance their status had offered their only
daughter to the temple knowing that priestess of Astatine often attracted
royal marriage.

And being that they served a warrior goddess, the girls who were to become the
priestesses of Astatine were harshly tutored in the martial arts as well as
chanting and ritual. Vickientre excelled in the martial arts and was the best
of her class, and the 2 above hers as well.

But if her parents had hoped for her to someday marry a man they would be
sorely dissapointed. The words and stories of the poetress and singer Sappora
reached the temple of Astatine. At a very early age Vickientre and most of the
other girls learned the art of girl love.

As a result of this Vickientre loved her life in the temple and continued to
be the best and brightest star in the ways of love and war. Vickientre was
more determined than ever to serve the goddess Astatine. But fate had a
differant role for her.

In the surronding city, after dark, when the parents were asleep, the city
streets, alleyways, and rooftops were ruled by gangs of boys, most of them the
sons of wealth and privalige. Armed with superior weaponry and with generous
money flow, the rich boys divided the city into their own playground of theft,
rape, and murder.

The worst of the lot was Prince Morthon, the spoiled eldest son of the king.
At 17 he was a swaggering braggart, large and muscular, although his fat belly
belied his taste in rich food and wine. He was the worst kind of bully, and
rape was his favorite pasttime. Worse yet, he liked younger girls.

Chiana was Vickientre's best friend and lover. While visiting her family on
her 14th birthday she had the misfortune of being out at night alone as she
walked back to the temple. Most of the street thugs would never think or dare
to assault a priestess of Astatine, especially since Chiana was clearly in her
priestess garb, Morthon saw only an easy victim.

Chiana walked unafraid down an alley she had walked many times during the day,
a shortcut to the temple. Taken by surprise by 20 boys, all of them bigger and
older, Chiana broke one boys jaw, and cracked 2 of anothers ribs with a side
kick before they overpowered her. Brutal gang rape led by Prince Morthon
followed. He was not worried that all 3 moons were full that night and that
Chiana got a good look at him.

After hours of brutal rape Morthon stabbed the beaten and battered already
half-dead girl in the stomich with his personal dagger. Mistake 2, he left the
dagger in her. Thinking her dead Morthon laughed at his own cleverness as he
led his thugs in search of other prey. Mistake 3, he didn't check the body.

Chiana drug herself back to the temple, collapsing in the dorm room she shared
with Vickientre and her age class. Vickientre woke up, as did all the other
girls. she rushed to her friend and held her in her arms, bood soaking her
white nightdress. Chiana died in her arms. but not before saying, " Mothon...
rape... murder... Morthon did thisssss."

The girls were outraged the next day when even with Prince Morthon's dagger as
evidence, and a death accusation the Mother Superior, fearing the king
perhaps, ordered them to forget about an investigation. The body was burned,
and a note telling her parents that she had died in a tragic accident
followed.

That night Vickientre led the 14 year old class over the wall after stealing
some real weapons. They found Morthon and his gang on a rooftop of one of the
city's tallest buildings. Only the royal spires were taller than the 100 foot
royal treasury building.

So engrossed were the boys on their attempt to break in from the roof that
Vicki and the other 18 girls of her class were on the roof with them before
they even noticed.

" Prince Morthon," Vicki shouted, finally gettig their attention," I am
Vickientre, novice priestess of Astatine! Yo have defiled and murdered one of
her servents, and my friend, turn and meet your fate!"

Prince Morthon and the boys laughed when they saw the group of what they
consdered, little girls, daring to challenge them?

" Go away you little cunts," Morthon laughed," Unless you want what your
friend got. Hey, maybe that's it. You little dykes want some real men to do
you."

The girls flashed their weapons, but that didn't scare the thugs either. They
were bigger, stronger, better armed, and had a slight numbers advantage. Vicki
flushed red with anger.

" Single combat, you and me, my friends are only here to keep your goons
back," Vicki challenged, handing her knife to another girl.

" Oooooooo, I'm so scared," Morthon taunted as he drew a short sword.

Morthon tried to circle Vicki so that her back would be to his men for a back
stab if needed, but Vicki cut that off. Morthon was undaunted and thrust his
sword at the unarmed girl. Vicki kicked the sword from his hand, then caught
his wrist and threw the much larger boy over her shoulder. Hanging onto his
wrist Vicki grabbed Morthon's pinky finger and snapped it.

" That's one for Chiana," Vicki said as Morthon howled.

Vicki tepped back allowing the boy to get up. Morthon was angry now. How dare
this little bitch challenge him! He charged at her, Vicki stepped to one side
and tripped him sendig him crashing into the ground. Vicki jumped on his back
landing a vicious chop between his shoulder blades, then grabbing the other
wrist she chopped again just above the elbow on what is commonly called he
'funny bone'. With the arm now tingling she snapped the pinky finger of that
hand as well.

" Aaaaaarrrgggghhhhhh! You bitch! You fucking bitch!, I'll kill you!,"Morthon
screamed as Vicki again stepped away.

Reckless Morthon again charged the slim girl. Instead of dodging Vicki jumped
and kicked Morthon full in the face, his own momentum doubling the impact as
his nose shattered. Morthon was stunned as Vicki kicked him 3 more times in
the face then punched him in the solar plexus doubling him over.

Morthon was in pain and sweating profusly, blood running from his destroyed
nose, but Vickientre was still toying with him. She leaped, spun and kicked
him again, sending him to the ground. With a roar Prince Morthon got back up
again. Vicki ducked under his wild swing and punched him 6 times in his fat
stomich then a knee to his chin as he doubled over.

Vicki seized his left wrist and flipped him down, holding onto the wrist she
snapped another finger. Morthon's gang was really getting worried. The fight
was only 3 minutes long at this point and their leader was already a bloody
pulp. Morthon got up a lot slower this time only to eat 3 more of Vickientre's
rapid fire kicks to his head. Vicki spun around and connected with a solid
backfist that sent Morthon back into his own men.

" Wha are yo foolssss waiting for," Morthon hissed through broken teeth," Kill
themmm allll!"

Four of the girls had bows and shot 4 arrows, each one catching one of the
thugs in the heart. The thugs were now outnumbered by 2, and like most bullies
were also cowards. seeing 4 of their number dead and the girls drawing another
arrow they stood back from Morthon.

This infuriated Morthon even more as he charged Vicki again. This tim, Vicki
was caught off guard as he spun her around and gripped her from behind. Her
arms were pinned as Morthon's savage strength tried to squeeze the life from
her. But Vicki rammed her head back shattering more of his teeth.

This caused Morthon grip to lesson. Perhaps if he didn't have 3 broken fingers
he could have held her, but Vicki jammed a foot into his instep, smashed her
head back a second time and Morton couldn't hold her. Vicki grabbed Morthon's
left arm and snapped it with her knee just below the elbow. Vicki threw him
down again and jumped on his chest, landing hard with both feet and cracking 2
ribs.

Vicki stomped on Morthon's right hand, breaking some of the small bones
inside. Now that Morthon was beaten Vickientre was ready for her revenge.
Kicking the rapists legs apart Vicki kicked him in the crotch with all her
strength. Prince Morthon would never have children.

" Justice!," Vicki yelled.

Vicki turned to go as Morthon screamed and thrashed on the ground. The other
girls covered each other as they began to leave. But hatred is a powerful
force. Vickientre was at the edge of the roof when Prince Morthon, insane with
rage, pain and hatred grabbed a sword from one of his thugs. Ignoring the pain
as he tried to hold it in his ruined right hand he charged at Vicki one last
time.

Vicki simply sidestepped yet again as Prince Morthon screamed like a girl all
the way down. Looking down they all saw the red pool forming around the body
of the kings eldest son. Being a priestess of Astatine would not save her from
the kings wraith Vicki knew. Accident or no, there were too many witnesses,
the boys would claim murder instead of the self defense/accident it really
was.

Her life as a priestess of Astatine was over, Vickientre had only one choice
left. Run. In a panic run she did, heedless of direction. Vickientre ran until
she could not run anymore. She found herself in the one part of town that was
as forgein to her as another country. The docks.

Vicki had no idea how long she strolled through the many piers, but it must
have been many hour since she now saw the beginning of a new dawn. There were
many ships there, colorful banners flapped proudly in the breeze. The sights
and sound and smells of differant cultures, and of differant races as she saw
elves and lizardmen among the crws of various ships.

Vicki was begining to have the first pangs of hunger but the wonder of this
new experiance was stronger at the moment. Then she saw the ship. Vickientre
looked up at the great carved stern castle of the largest and most beautiful
of any of the ships she had seen. Every other ship paled in comparrison to
'Invincible'!

The windows were stained glass, the most beautiful she had ever seen. The
balcony was trimmed in gold, silver, and bronze. The carving along the sides
of the warship were polished woodwork. As she stood there the decision of what
she was to do for the rest of her life was taken from her. The sounds of the
city guard were unmistakable. Vicki had been the rabbit, but now she was
cornered.

Was it her imagination, or did one of the ships windows just open? Without
hesitation Vicki scrambled up the rope. The spiked shield to protect the ship
from infestation by rats barely slowed the gymnasticly trained girl down. The
window was small. But not too small for a thin 14 year old. Inside, the room
was pitch black, the morning rays not yet strong enough to reach here yet.

" Took you long enough," a woman's voice said as a blow to the back of the
head knocked the exhausted girl out.

She awoke, hanging by her wrists, legs spread very wide and attached to steel
rings in the deck, naked, on the open deck of the warship that now was many
miles out to sea as land could not be seen. Her body was covered in sweat
under the hot sun, her arms ached. Vicki slowly opened her eyes. The glare
caused her to shut them again. After a few trys she was finally successful in
keeping her eyes open. Focus quickly followed.

" Ah, awake at last my dear," the woman's voice came again," Too bad, for
you."

Vicki looked at the woman.She was a grey elf, tall, dark haired, and
beautiful. The front of her shirt was open exposing very large breasts topped
with erect brown nipples. There were many elf girls and women among the
Priestesses of Astatine, but they tended to be small breasted. Despite her
peril Vicki couldn't help but stare at the woman's big tits.

" Do you like them?," the woman smiled, pleased that the girl was obviously a
lesbian.

" I am Vickientre, a priestess of Astatine and a follower of Sappora," Vicki
answered," I like them very much."

" Ah, a Saphite, that at least you have in your favor my tasty morsel," the
woman evilly smiled," All this muscle from training though, I shall have to
tenderize you first."

Vicki then saw another elf woman hand her a cruel looking cat o' 9 tails.
Vicki refused to beg for mercy as lash after lash rained down on her. Tears
and sobs spurred the cruel woman to lash her harder, Vicki managed to stifle
most of her screams, the ones that did escape were music to the pirate queens
ears.

No part of the girls body was spared, Her back, her legs, her ass, her small
breasts, even her mound felt the whip. But the strangest part of the cruel
flogging to Vicki was that she liked it. The pirate queen continued to beat
her until she fell unconcious.

Vicki woke up hours later. She was still bound, but this time it was
spread-eagled on a bed. Surprisingly she felt no pain. Raising her head she
looked down at her body expecting to see bruises, welts, and scars from where
the lash had split her skin, but found none.

" It simply wouldn't do to mark up a girl as pretty and responsive as you,"
the pirate queen said as she rose from a chair across the room," Even if I was
going to sell you to the slave pits or back to the king, which I don't believe
I will, at least not right away."

The woman's robe fell away, she was completely nude underneath. Vicki gasped
at the elf woman's beauty, her nipples instantly hard, her mound grew moist.

" You really are a Saphite," the woman smiled stroking the girls body," She
has the right idea, women should love women, but she's far too gentle."

" I always thought so too," Vicki boldly said.

" I think I did well then to hide you from the kings men," the woman smiled as
she kissed Vicki full on the lips. A kiss that was eagerly returned.

.......................

For the next 4 years Vickientre was the lover, as well as the second in
command of the Pirate Queen Zasha. Her training continued as she learned how
to fight aboard a rolling ship, how to use ropes, the use of daggers, the art
of the scimitar for speed, and the cutlass for power. Vicki learned how to
sense storms, how to navigate, all this and more besides did Vicki eagerly
learn literally at the feet of her mentor. Vicki worshipped Zasha, truly in
love with her.

Vicki had lost count, but she was now 2 weeks past her 18th birthday. For
nearly 4 full years she had been happier than she had remembered being during
her life as a priestess of Astatine. Few ships dared to face Zasha, and while
Vicki sometimes had killed again, these occasions were few.

That night the lovemaking of Vicki and Zasha had been exceptional. As a sated
Vicki lay back, she smiled contented that she and her lover had each gave as
well as the other. But when she awoke she found herself naked and in a steel
cage so small she could not get to her hands and knees. Her fist thought was
of Zasha. What could have befallen them? A mutany? The men who followed Zasha
had always been loyal so that seemed unlikly. Could a warship have overtaken
them? How could that have happened and her and Zasha not been aroused?

Vicki then took stock of her situation. That was strange, even with the stench
of a port Vicki had always been able to catch the scent of the sea. Now she
could not. And while it stank in this foul chamber it was not as bad as others
that she had been in. That meant that wherever she was, she was not on the
sea, nor close to it. Again that seemed impossible as thei ship had been 2
days from land.

Vicki's stomich rumbled, as if she indeed had not eaten in a couple of days.
Although it seemed hopleless Vicki tested the cage she was in. It was too
strong as she knew. Best now to conserve her strength and wait for a chance to
escape.

It was then she heard a roar and truly looked around her surroundings. There
were many cages in this room, a warehouse of sorts. Each cage housed an animal
or a nude human or elf. The elf captive seemed stoic, resigned to their fate
while the shorter lived humans cried or wailed.

But none of them were Vicki's shipmates or her beloved Zasha. This brought
hope to her.

" Silence you worthless lot," came the voice of a smelling fat slaver as he
unlocked the door and stepped into the warehouse.

The snap of his cruel whip cowed many to silence. Vicki looked at him with
sheer disgust. The slaver walked to Vicki's cage.

" You will also learn to fear me slave," the obese goon leered at her with a
mouth of broken rotted teeth.

Another equally gross slaver entered with a set of keys.

" Ah, so she's awake," goon #2 said," The Master wants to see her."

" Your fate is sealed wench," goon #1 grinned," The pits, a harem, or to King
Jaxyer. He would be most eager to see the one who killed his son. Pray for the
pits bitch, at least there you may have a quick death."

Vicki bided her time. Feigning submission she allowed the 2 goons to lead her
into the next room. They had taken the precation of chaining her wrists
together while she was still in the cage, but that wouldn't save them. They
led her outside and across a courtyard. Vicki counted 2 other guards in the
same condiion as the 2 who escortered her. Odds like that she liked.

The grand house was opulant in the extreme. Fine carpet and rich tapestry as
well as marble statues and many objects of gold and silver showed that the
owner was rich beyond what Vicki could imigine. Vicki was marched into a great
hall. There, on a throne inlaid with gold and precious jewells sat the fattest
and ugliest elf she had ever seen.

Indeed, she had never seen an elf who wasn't slim and beautiful. But this one
certainly wasn't. Obese to the extreme, bald, an ugly scar ran down the side
of his face giving it the appearance of a permanant sneer. His nose was
pierced with a small chain that ran to another piercing in his ear. Vicki had
heard whispered tales about him. He was Corinth, King of the Slavers!

" What shall I do with this pretty little bitch," Corinth chuckled," I could
earn a king's ransome if I turned you over to King Jaxyer. He has grown old
and bitter since the murder of his son. Or, I could sell you to some black
prince in the south. Red hair is valued by them. Years of spawning babies
before they cook and eat you. Ah yes, I know you are a Saphite, you would hate
that immensely. Or, I could use a good pitfighter. Your former mistress says
that you are a fighter wthout peer. Zasha believes that you are a near match
even for her."

" You lie pig," Vicki spat at him as she could remain silent no longer,"
Captain Zasha will see you dead unless you release me immediately!"

This brought bursts of laughter from Corinth and the 2 goons. Vicki's face
grew red in rage. Corinth clapped his hands. Captain Zasha stepped out from
behind a curtain, a young elf girl, no more than 13 crawled on all fours
behind her. A collar and leash were all she wore.

" You bore me," Zasha smiled evilly," Besides, I like my girls younger. And
with less, spunk."

Laughing Zasha turned and left, the little elf girl trailing behind. The men
were still laughing when Vicki's rage got the better of her. Vicki kicked goon
#2 in the balls, swinging upwards she caught him across the temple with the
chain between her cuffs before he could even bend over. Goon 2 went down as
goon 1 fumbled for the whip on his belt.

Vicki spun and kicked him across the jaw sending him crashing down. But
Vicki's anger got the better of her. At that moment she could have fled and
easily outran Corinth's fat guards; at that moment she could have taken
Corinth hostage and walked out. Instead, her blood boiling, Vicki wrapped the
chain around the goon neck and choked him to death.

That cost her dearly as Corinth escaped from the room and dozens of guards
rushed in to subdue her. Vicki fought like a wildcat, no guard escaped without
injury, but the sheer weight of numbers brought her down. The last thing Vicki
saw this time was a club descending on her.

Vicki came slowly, painfully back into the land of the living. It was a world
of pain. Vicki was being stretched on the rack, her sockets threatening to
snap with every ratchet. Only the fact that she was extremely limber had
prevented that from already happening. A normal woman's joints would already
be broken. Corinth and a bald obese torturer leered at her.

" You have cost me a great deal of money bitch," Corinth snarled," One of my
best men is dead, another is now both an eunich and retarded. I am torn
between killing you myself and losing all the money I could have made sellng
you, or the fortune I could have made betting on you as a pit fighter. We
shall see what happens after I sleep on it."

Corinth turned to leave, telling the torturer to 'break her'. The slob had
heated pinchers in his hand as he advanced towards the helpless woman. An evil
toothless grin was on his face.

" Beg me for mercy bitch," the slob grinned rubbing his crotch," Perhaps I
will spare you for a little while."

" You can break my body, but you will never break my spirit," Vicki snarled
spitting in his face with what little saliva she could muster.

The slob laughed as he wiped away the tiny bit of spit. This wasn't the first
time a prisoner had done that. He had broken all of them. He opened his mouth
and laughed. A laugh that turned into a gurgle as blood ran out of his mouth.
For a moment he swayed on his feet before slumping foreward, a dagger in his
back.

It was always hard to guess the age of elves, but the beautiful blonde elf
girl who now stood over the body of the slug could have been no more than 17.
Quickly she unstrapped Vicki from the rack. Vicki nodded her thanks as she
pulled the knife free, pleased that it was a warriors dirk and not a milady
murder weapon.

" Can you move?," the girl asked.

" I'm not hurt too badly," Vicki smiled at her as she popped and stretched her
body.

" My father is probably zoned by opium, but we must move quickly," the girl
said nervously.

" You are the daughter of that pig?," Vicki was taken back. She had thought
the girl a harem slave perhaps from her clothes.

" My name is Tara, but everyone calls me Shelly," Shelly said, handing a
rolled up bundle of clothes to Vicki," My father is a pig so I take no
offense. Long have I wished to escape from him."

" And I'm the lucky girl," Vicki said," Why?"

" Because you are strong, and brave, and, and, beautiful," Shelly shyly said
averting her eyes," I am a follower of Sappora."

" Have you ever been with a woman?," Vicki asked as she fastened the belt on
the flimsy harem pants.

" No, but I am most eager to learn," Shelly smiled," Come, I have long
prepared for this chance. I have a boat waiting."

Vicki was suspicious of the girl after her betrayal, but she had no choice. As
a last resort she resolved to cut her own throat as a last resort rather than
be recaptured.

'Astatine,' Vicki silently prayed," I have not thought of you for years, but
at least grant your former priestess vengence before I die!'

But Shelly was true. She led Vicki out of the dungeon, then the castle, then
down a hill to a small stream. Years ago Shelly had found a small hidden cave
that only she knew about. She had hidden supplys there for years, and had long
ago traded a fisherman some jewells for his boat. Vicki was impressed. The
skiff was well made with a small mast and sail. Slipping the boat into the
water the 2 women manned the oars.

Vicki had Shelly stop rowing as the stream turned into a creek, then into a
small river as the current was nearly as fast as they could row.

" Better to conserve our strength while we can," Vicki said," I trust you
brought some food and water. Rule #1, drink as much water as we can and refill
while we have fresh water."

Vicki was pleased as the girl handed her some lembas. The elvan waybread was
almost magical. Vicki had not eaten in 4 days and ate 2 full wafers. Around
dawn she smelled it. The sea! Vicki's heart leaped as she neared it! Over the
years she had came to love the sea.

" We need a sextant," Vicki said flatly," I know Zasha. She will come after
us. After me to eliminate me before I become a treat."

" What's a sex-ent?," Shelly asked, she was afraid of her father, but being
near Vicki gave her courage.

" Do you have any gold?," Vicki was half ignoring her.

Shelly had brought a good size purse with her. The dawn broke, a stiff breeze
filled the skiff's small sail as Vicki raised it. Vicki hugged the shore
searching for a small fishing village. She was silent for most of the morning,
barely answering Shelly's question's.

" I have to know where we are," Vicki finally said," We have to hide somewhere
that Zasha can't follow. She could catch this little skiff in minutes. But if
we can give her te slip somewhere, maybe, just maybe I can somehow get my own
ship and crew and fight her."

That was a daunting task. No ship Vicki had ever seen could stand up to
'Invincible' from fat merchant to heavily armed warship. Zasha had sunk anyone
who dared to challenge her. A small village was sighted. . They were a poor
village with little in the way of navigational supplies. But with a little bit
of Shelly's gold Vicki did obtain a used sextant, a rusty drawing compass and
some crude maps.

" We're in luck, maybe," Vicki smiled at Shelly as she returned to the skiff,"
I don't know what kind of head start we have, but if we are very lucky, then
by tomorrw morning, if the winds hold, we can reach the islands of the
freashwater sea Faygon."

The myriad of tiny islets that protected the sea of Faygon where one place
that no sane mariner would dare. Many ships were dashed to pieces upon the
hidden corals or jutting rocks. Certainly no ship the size of 'Invincible'
could even think about sailing through them. Once inside the keys Vicki could
hide for years. The tales she had heard about cannibals who had survived
shipwrecks didn't scare Vicki. They were probably true, but Vicki was a strong
fighter.

In truth Vicki had a pretty good head start even if she knew it not. Corinth
had slept in an opium dream until noon. Vicki and Shelly had left the fishing
vllage by that time. It was almost night before Corinth went to check on
Vicki. Another 2 hours passed before he learned that his daughter was gone as
well. As a result it was midnight before a rider found captain Zasha. Zasha
was drunk, but still turned white at the news. There was no clue as to what
direction Vicki had gone. Had she tried to flee by land or water.?

" The little bitch will try to run in the sea," Zasha said rising," I don't
know how. Rouse the lads! We're going hunting!"

It took still more time for Zasha to collect her swearing drunken pirates.
Zasha studied her maps. There was a village north and one south. Knowing the
wind Zasha correctly chose south. But Vicki's true destination was unknown to
her. Only when she burned the peaceful fishing village the next morning did
Zasha figure it out.

" Bah, no need to chase the dead," Zasha spat as she felt the storm on the
wind.

Even then Zasha could have caught her as Vicki saw the small islands. Shelly
was starting to suburn due to being so fair skinned. Vicki smiled at her. She
was starting to falling love with the young elf girl.

" Good thing I like lobster," Vicki laughed as she knelt and kissed Shelly.

But then Vicki felt it too. A sudden summer storm. Bracing Shelly for it as
best she could Vicki ran for the islands hoping for a suitable place to land
or at least take shelter. The storm was fast as the small skiff shot between
sheer wall of rock and coral. The wall of rain eventually defeated even
Vicki's skill as red rock smashed her boat to kindling.

Vicki would not surrender Shelly! Shelly was at best a mediocre swimmer,
fortunately she was very light. Again and again the waves tried to suck Vicki
down. But she fought back with all of her strength, and eventualy found an
outcroing of rock that she could climb. With Shelly clinging desperately to
her back, hands lacerated by the razor sharp rock, Vicki crawled onto solid
wet grass.

Shelly shivered and Vicki, wise to ways of the sea knew that they had to find
shelter and warm each other or they could still lose.

" Come on," Vicki ordered, lifting Shelly with her bleeding hands," We have to
keep moving."

The island was larger than Vicki had guessed, a few trees, but a mysterious
red glow at the far end of the island immediately caught Vicki's eye.

Half naked, unarmed, shivering, her hands looking like raw meat Vicki led
Shelly towards the glow. Vicki's first thought was hot lava, that would be a
big help in this situation. Shelly stumbled and fell, her strength was gone,
she couldn't stand.. Vicki took the belt off her flimsy almost completely
shredded outfit. Tying Shelly's hands together she wrapped the girls arms
around her neck and half carried, half drug the small elf girl.

Vicki no longer even thought about her own life, all that mattered was that
Shelly, who she truly loved, must live at all cost. The glow turned out to be
the entrance of a cave. There was heat coming out of it too, a good sign. Then
Vicki heard another familiar sound, water. But was it a hot pool? Fresh? Salt?

Carrying her lover Vicki continued walking towards the sound. It grew no
hotter, so Vicki paused just long enough to strip the rest of her clothes off,
and those of Shelly. The cave grew wider as Shelly stirred. Rounding a great
rock Vicki gasped. Someone, at sometime had carved out a small temple in this
cave!

The ceilng was high, perhaps 50 feet, with painted murals of Saphite love
interspaced with images of female warriors. On each side were lifelike,
lifesized statues of women warriors lined the small hallway. The floor itself
was made up of alternating red and black tiles. In the center of all this was
was the most beautiful ornate fountain that Vicki had ever seen. Brass urns to
either side suddenly roared to life as the water turn from sparkling clear to
blood red.

In the center of the pool an apparition formed. The spirit was female, long
blonde hair in ringlets, a golden helmet hid most of her features, vaugely
elf-like, and yet not, a large naked sword in one hand, a great round shield
in the other. She gestured with her sword towards Vicki, indicating that she
should approach. When Vicki did so without hesitation the spirit seemed to
smile.

' Enter the pool and live,' a voice iside her head said.

Vicki did so, first laying Shelly in in hopes of healing her first. As color
returned to Shelly's cheeks and her breathing grew stronger, Vicki joined her.
First her skin, then her entire body tingled as if she was being kissed by a
1000 female mouths. All of her cuts and bruises, her soreness, all was gone.

' Emerge,' the voice said.

Shelly coughed as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at Vicki filled with
love. A love that Vicki returned.

" I am yours," Vicki said kneelng at the feet of the female spirit," For
saving my beloved I will anything you ask."

" Your heart is tinged with vengence," the spirit now spoke aloud," If that
had been your motivation I would have blasted you to dust. But you came to me
out of love. Therefore you have earned the favor of Athena, goddess of war.
For it is she who I am. Ah, you know my name not I see."

" I was a priestess of Astatine," Vicki said," She was supposed to be the
goddess of war."

" I am from another world and another time," Athena said," Through magic my
followers brought an aspect of me to this world. Over time the name Athena was
corrupted into the name Astatine."

" So when I prayed to Astatine when the storm broke...," Vicki started to ask.

" Only because you were so close was I able to partially protect you," Athena
said," Indeed, your own courage, and physical prowess was more than the aid I
could give. But by coming here with love you have freed this aspect of me. Now
I can return to my rightful planet, Earth."

" I am glad for you goddess," Vicki said, bowing her head.

" I give to you many gifts for what you have done for me Vicki," Athena said,"
The first is this pool. You are now as immortal as an elf, free of age and
disease. This pool is now a fountain of youth that you can use for others that
you choose. But I am also a goddess of war, and I sense the warrior spirit in
you. I hereby do change this island. I am now combning this one with a few
others, making it fertile and habitable, giving it a fair and safe harbor,
easily defensive by my greatest gift to you. A ship, a ship more advanced by
hundreds of years to anything this world has. And with this ship the knowledge
of cannons and of muskets. Your world uses the black powder only for
fireworks, now you will have knowledge of it's true power. Share it only with
those you can trust."

" Goddess," Vicki was startled at the new knowledge that flooded her mind.

" Farewell!," Athena called out as she vanished.

As the rains stopped Vicki and Shelly inspected her new ship. Athena was more
powerful than Vicki had thought. A small city was already built, with forges
for making replacement cannon and muskets, training grounds for the teaching
of combat, schools, a hospice, anything a small city could need, save people.
The weapons were more devastating than anything this world had ever seen. All
Vicki needed now was a crew.

" Well, I'm up for a little revenge," Vicki smiled as she walked on her ship's
deck.

...........................

And so Red Vicki gathered her female crew out of the fighting pits, and from
the amazons, and the valkyrie of the north. During scouting trips she would
rescue little match girl and little flower girls who could then be trained.
Some older women, mostly widows joined with as cooks and seamstresses. Vicki
had felt that since Zasha's crew was 95% male was the reason Zasha had
betrayed her, so at first her island was male free. Finally Vicki had to
relent in order to recruit blacksmiths and tanners.

For a long time her ship also was free of men. Then she had met the wizard
Tolkien, then Tyval whose fighting prowess at any size impressed even her.
Then came the specially trained eunich warriors, who, instead of fat developed
massive muscles on condition that Tolkien could make them men again. He could,
but few lived to see it since they were a special shock force.

And elite female warriors such as Whisper Captain Mavis, Princess Sierar, and
Amara also flocked to Red Vicki's banner. Captain Zasha had sailed far away by
this time, not out of fear since she didn't know of Red Vicki, but simply as a
matter of booty. Corinth however, died as Shelly skewered him personally.

....................

That had been 5 years ago. The 'Red Reaver' was now feared 100 times more than
'Invincible' ever was. Her sleek design, her 8 canon, her special forces. But
as much terror as she spread, Red Vicki also brought the teachings of Sappora
to as many women as she could.

Shelly joined Vicki as the sun set.

"Someday we will find her," Shelly whispered as she kissed Vicki.

" I have all I desire in you," Vicki said kissing Shelly.

Shelly then laughed, Vicki joined her.

" Let's go train some slaves," Vicki smiled.

The 2 women kissed again.

................................ end of chapter 1

To be contnued with Vicki's Beach Party! Unoffical name of chapter 2. LOL!