The deck of the *Siren's Revenge* was slick with seawater, spit, and the fresh, shameful puddles of Amelia’s squirt. Lieutenant Commander Amelia Voss lay gasping on her side, wrists still bound tightly behind her back, her once-crisp naval uniform in tatters. Her white shirt was soaked transparent, clinging to her heaving breasts, nipples stiff and aching. Her trousers were long gone, and her smooth, puffy pussy glistened openly, dark with her own girl-cum. The strong scent of her forced orgasms hung thick in the salty air.Captain Isolde “The Siren” Blackthorn stood over her like a conquering goddess, her massive futa cock still rock-hard and glistening with thick strings of Amelia’s throat slime. She slowly stroked the veined length, smearing the mess over the fat head as she looked down at her broken prize with a cruel, satisfied smirk.“Look at this pathetic naval whore,” Isolde announced loudly, her smoky voice carrying over the cheering crew. “Came like a cheap dockside slut jus
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