Helpless

When Cecilia awoke, she found herself outside her manor house in shackles with a metal collar around her neck. Her former ****, Cassius, was holding the chain that attached to her metal collar. All Cecilia had on was her corset and underwear. She was thoroughly humiliated.

In front of her stood a small contingent of Union soldiers. The leader of this band of soldiers read out a proclamation, "Miss Cecilia you have hereby been convicted of treason for the capital offense of harboring and providing aid to rebels. In addition, you have been found guilty for your cruel and inhumane treatment of your former slaves. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Inhumane? These blacks are sub-human and I treated them as such!" she exclaimed in her thick southern accent.

"Very well. As you know, the penalty for treason is ****. However, we are willing to offer a plea deal. If you plead for Cassius' and Judah's black cocks right now and agree to a lifetime of servitude towards your former slaves as they take over control over your plantation from here on out, we will spare your life." This "plea" deal elicited laughter from the Union soldiers seeing the uppity southern Belle presented with this dilemma. "What do you say to that?"