[CUTTING] [WLM] Precious Cargo

...𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝟟-𝟚 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨, 𝟙𝟚 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝕏𝟜 𝕒𝕥 𝟠 𝔸𝕄 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤...

Veronica put away her phone, frustrated but no longer surprised as the text message proved what ends the ultra conservative government would go to.

She thought back to her boyfriend, essentially chased out of the country by last year's anti-immigrant hysteria. He was safe in Gibraltar. She had planned on joining him before the laws passed later that year prohibiting female travel or transportation.

So she stayed here, working on her Ph.D. work, anticipating a moment just like this.

She called it the Q-Knife. It worked on a quantum level to sever biological specimens, leaving the internal structures -- nerves, blood supply -- still attached. The only evidence was a grey-pink scar where the cut occured.

She even experimented with the cut pieces. After holding it in place for about six minutes, the severed organ could be reattached with no scarring, no bad effects.

Veronica parted her thighs, holding her precious clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, wincing at the pressure. She told herself, though, she'd be in much more of a loss should the government get their hands on this.

A quick flick of the wrist, and her clitoris rested in the palm of her hand, slightly swollen and angry at the abuse. And a grey-pink scar where it had been anchored to her a few seconds ago.

She would send it to her boyfriend, for safe keeping. Hopefully someday, she would be reattached to it.

She gave it a kiss. Then a tender lick. Then more action. She knew exactly how she liked to be touched, how she liked her boyfriend to eat her out.

And before she had known it, Veronica gave herself her first severed orgasm.

Satisfied in its continued functionality, she carefully packaged it in a box, then prepared to send it to her boyfriend.

Insurance was useless - what could insurance provide if the package truly got lost. Tracking on the other hand...

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At her "Inspect and Adapt" meeting at the hospital, Veronica played off the scar as a FGM scar from when her aunt had taken her to Indonesia. The doctor poked and prodded at the grey-pink indentation, clearly seeing no clitoris, and sent her on her way.

The doctor had to see over a hundred other vulvas and excise clits from them, and had no time to waste on a job already done.

Her package was already at the international port, ready to go to Europe and freedom. If she couldn't be free, her clitoris certainly could be.

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Veronica wasn't prepared for just how cold air mail was. She had insulated her precious cargo as best she could, but the chill still reached to her roots.

At home she held a heating pad to her crotch, passing it off as suggested healing treatment to her conservative roommate from her Inspect and Adapt appointment.

Her clit was in international airspace, though. Safe from the heathens of the government. Safer than millions of other women's clitorises.

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She could literally feel as the plane descended from airspace, landing at the Gibraltar runway. She swore she could feel the Mediterranean sun on her chilled nub.

Now she would just wait until the parcel was safe with her boyfriend. Veronica could almost breathe easily.

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A text from her boyfriend indicated that he had received Veronica's precious cargo, and would call her when she got back home from the lab.

She giddily got in her car and drove home. She had been a nightly masturbator for years, and had sorely missed getting intimate with her love button. Something she hoped to remedy tonight.

As Veronica got home, her boyfriend Face-timed her. He had the phone camera aimed at the package, holding a huge knife. "To open the package," he said. And it both frightened and excited her.

He ran the knife tip along the edge of the package seal, and gingerly opened the box. Veronica could simultaneously feel the breeze from the opening of the box as her boyfriend did the honors.

He picked up her tender nubbin. The feeling of a warm thumb and forefinger made Veronica shiver with delight. Rolling it between his fingers, she started rubbing on her own body.

Her fingers slid between her thighs, sliding between her lips, absently fondling her grey-pink scar, wishing she could get just a bit more attention to that needful button.

Her boyfriend turned the camera around, showing her as he licked her clit. Veronica's back involuntarily arched, so close, so needful right now.

And in shock, she watched as he popped it in his mouth. Bathed in his saliva, he used his tongue to roll it around in his mouth, watching as she writhed on her bedroom floor rolling in orgasm after orgasm.

She had done the right thing.