Michael grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her up to her sneakered feet, walking her over to a chair where he sat. He smiled slightly, pushing her to her knees. He ran his hand through her fake blond hair, sighing slightly regretfully. “The chatty, gossipy, prattling Miss Amanda Glickman, stripped of the power of speech. I suppose a lot of men who had to put up with your nagging would thank me. Still, I didn’t like that. You made me do it though. Don’t doubt again that I’ll do what I say I’ll do.”

Bob smiled as he took hold of Korah’s breasts, gently rubbing and massaging the suffering flesh even as he leans forward and kisses her slightly on the forehead. “You’re a good slave, Korah. What do you want for your reward after your branding?”

Alvin responded by cracking his whip on Hannah’s athletic, toned ass cheek, hard. “Legs wide, lean forward, present your sex, keep your head forward and your eyes down. No one cares if a dumb tomboy slut likes her clothes.”

“We said you sluts are allowed to speak,” Jason said to Miriam and Abigail.