Our cunnies or “cunts” as they were now commonly called were sewn nearly closed by the Doctor to prevent us from masturbation and pregnancy if any...of the male employees of the plantation should see fit to have their way with us. A heavy silver ring had been driven through our clitoris that made it feel as if a Georgia fire ant army was constantly attacking the greatest source of pleasure I had ever known on my body. This ring was exposed enough that it allowed for a trickle of urine and the. I drank my coffee and listened as congress was reportedly going to investigate this so called 'council'. Good. It was about time that this group was taken to task and made responsible for it's actions.I had put enough information in the article that even the newspapers were investigating. As it turned out; whoever had fudged their computer system, had also given them the story of the year, possibly the decade!Several public figures were already resigning, and others were being asked hard. ..That later again." Good, and next time a little more begging would be nice slut." As Master wishes, I will do." I turned, smirking like a proper douche, and got dressed. After leaving Alice to pant and recover from her orgasm, I left to address the men. Of which there were only seven left. I thought back to the previous days... The ambush, the horror of seeing my men lying along the ground, their eyes staring aimlessly at the horizon. The hold, Al and Jim, the hammer jumping out of my hands. I was not wearing bra that evening. I prayed that he would not be shocked and withdraw his body and chide me. He did not.This was making me go mad; to enjoy the moment I simply placed my other hand on his back caressing his back. he was wearing a Bermudas and a t shirt of fine material. I also caressed his half naked legs which were smooth and soft, he had a little hair too, but this didn’t take away his smoothness. He liked my caressing kissed me on my cheek in return I also planted a kiss on.