"It musta been terribly awful for ya with them air breathin' savages, was it not?" Vashine questioned.
"It was, fair captain! Oh how it was," Daria feigned, falling to her knees in a pathetic pose. "They treated me like some sort 'o filthy harlot! Havin' their way with me whenever they felt. Ol' Cap'n Steamer himself were the worst of 'em."
"Oh?"
"The bastard'd keeped me locked ta' his bed for hours at a time, beatin' me if I moved as much as an inch. I shudder at the thought of bein' hold up in some captain's keep ever again."
"Hmm. In that case, I think I got a proposition fer ya, lass."
The mer-captain raised her limp arm from the chair's back, turning her full attention to the girl cowering before her stolen throne. The prisoner in question was beautiful one indeed. Golden curls dangled softly from her crown, styled to utmost perfection. A nearly undone corset still held fast to her hourglass form, accentuating her melon-sized breasts and wide hips. Her belly seemed to hold a little bit of pudge, but Vashine didn't mind; it made for a more filling meal.
"How's about ya join our crew as an honorary mermaid?"
Seeing her chance, Daria jumped up in joy.
"Of course I will, o' Captain!"
A pompous grin spread across Vashine's face. Nothing made the old fish giddier than roping in new members for her merry band. Especially when they were as intriguing (and appetizing) as the girl before her.
"In that case, lass," Vashine began, leaning forward, "welcome ta t-"
The mer-womans greetings were cut off as she tumbled violently from the chair. She had made a grave error; Her swollen fish-belly was still stuffed to the brim with pounds of undigested meat. Vashine had failed to adjust for her lower center of balance and paid for it. An uncomfortable belch forced its way past her lips as the contact with the floor compacted her stomach, closing whatever gaps remained. Hurt only in her ego, she popped back up with a face as straight as a razor.
"Sorry 'bout that, I haven't been this full in a long while. Now then, as I was sayin', welcome ta the crew. Now what's yer name, exactly?"
"Daria!"
"Daria, is it? Well, Daria, you've probably noticed by now, but the crew n' I've eaten our share."
"Ah, yeah, about that..." the blonde trailed off.
"Don'tcha worry, lass, we got something just for ya. Slices! Go fetch it!" Vashine ordered, motioning toward the burly merwoman still standing at attention.
With a soldier's discipline she slithered off to the far end of the room, well beyond Daria's view. A few tense moments later and she had returned, a plate balancing between her ice grip. It was a piece of fine china, pearly white and shinier than a newly cut diamond. At its sat a large chunk of meat, freshly cut. Daria winced as it was shoved before her face, the horror overtaking her mind.
"What're ya waitin' for? Dig in!" Slices said with a laugh.
"I think I'll pass for now. I'm not feelin' hungry, ya know?"
Vashine slouched back in surprise. Such insolence was uncommon among her crew.
"Excuse me? One of yer superiors just told ya ta dig in. I suggest ya listen."
"Um, maybe next time?"
"Listen, girl, there are two kinds of people in this world. Those that eat an' those that're eaten. So dig in or there won't be a next time, got it?"
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