Yes

With the neckerchief stuck in your mouth, you nod by way of reply.

Me smiles. “If I was a sailor, they’d called me Sinned Bad,” she says, and walks around behind you. “You get all the buried treasure you want at the end of this little game, but I get mine now.”

As the bottle continues to push down on the base of your cock, you feel her hands pulling your ass cheeks apart, and then her finger moves inside of you, reaching for your prostate. You give a muffled scream, as your cock goes rock hard, the bottle neck digging into you, and you hang there, looking down through teary eyes as your hot white cum spurts into the bottle.

“Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of cum,” Me says, as she continues to milk your prostate, your body in spasms of pain and pleasure as every last drop of cum drips out of you.

When your load is spent, she comes around to the front of you, and looks down at the bottle hanging from your cock. “Try to calm down,” she says, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “and then maybe I can have my bottle back and I’ll let you have a nice milky drink.”

The perception filters return and all you can see is nothingness as your body hangs there, racked with pain, and you wait and pray for your erection to go away.