Captian Ann Bonnie

the Pirates have you bound and gagged at flintlocks pointed at your belly. The captain approaches. "well, what do we have, they sure look like a handsom lot don't they lads?" She asks the crew at large around her. Her gaze locking eyes with you specifically as she speaks. "Tell me, skallywag, when I DO inevitably keelhaul you, would you rather it be across the hull of my ship?" She indicted one such unlucky example of a lifeless sailor his skin ragged from being draged across the hull. "Or would you rather be dragged acrossed my own hull, if you get my drift." As if you needed clarifying she dragged her hand across her swollen and wet cunt from ass to navel. Then in one swift and crass motion pushed her palm into your face so you can smell her dripping wetness. (What do you say?)