She starts to strip

“As it’s causing you such pain, maybe you deserve to see some more flesh. It’s time you learned to equate pleasure with pain.”

The sounds of the sea are replaced by hard pounding music as Me starts to dance in front of you. First she doffs her hat to you, flinging it aside, then runs a hand through her brown hair. “That’s just the beginning,” she tells you, and removes her frock coat and drops it to the ground. “I know which costume you really want to see.”

All the time, your cock’s growing harder in anticipation, the bottle neck becoming more and more of a vice around it. Your legs buckle, as she removes her neckerchief and forces it into your mouth, muffling the cries you didn’t realize you were making.

She stands there swaying in thigh-high boots and a thin white cotton shirt, an evil smile on her face. “I know what you want, I can tell from your cock. If you were a pirate you’d be called Long John, and you’d be searching for treasure, wanting to get your hands on my chest, craving my booty.”

The music stops.

“So, the question is, do you think you can take it? Shall we dig for buried treasure?”