The moon hung high over the *Siren's Revenge*, casting silver light across the blood-stained deck. The crew had gathered in a wide circle, torches flickering, rum flowing freely, and hungry eyes fixed on the center of the main deck.
Lieutenant Commander Amelia Voss knelt naked in the middle of the circle, her body still bound in the intricate shibari ropes that Captain Isolde had ordered tightened after the initial oral humiliation. The thick hemp dug deliciously into her skin, ropes crisscrossing her chest to frame and lift her firm C-cup breasts, cinching tightly around her waist, and looping between her thighs to press firmly against her swollen, dripping p***y lips. Every breath made the ropes shift and bite, sending sparks of sensation straight to her c**t.
Her wrists were bound beh
