I stared at the naked little girl as she pulled open a dresser drawer, ripped out a night gown and throwing it over her head and body, she turned in t...me to squeal again as a man, I presume her dad, came into the room and grabbed her by the tummy.He picked her up and put her, feet first, on the bed as she began to jump up and down on the mattress, squealing with glee all the time. He growled, “I’m going to get that tummy,” as he reach for her mid-section once again. She screamed as he grabbed. Stumbling after him on her broken feet, the blanket slipping from her shoulders, Catherine was taken away.Chapter 21 – The Slave Pens at White Orchard, Around 10pm, May 11th 1864"Get off me!" She cried, as one of the monstrous troopers, following the Lieutenant’s directive, dragged her stumbling body to the slave pens and bundled her into the small, confined space. Each pen was only three feet wide and four feet in length, even less in height. Manacles adorned every side and so a sufferer's. We were off to our destination. I started rubbing on his inner thighs. "You want this" he whispered in my ear.I got on top of him kissing on his neck. He placed his hand on my mid-back. He pushed me back to kiss my exposed chest. He pushed my dress to the side to free my breasts. He started sucking on my nipples."Ahhh" I let out a low moan. He slipped his hand under my dress and felt the wetness."Shit, you might want to slow down. Make you cum without even touching you."I started humping his. You know what's in the box; all of them know, since you'd all arranged it when Maureen turned eighteen three months ago.Maureen is the oldest of your friends, and at just over six feet the tallest. She has brown bobbed hair with straight bangs, medium skin, and a slim athletic build that screams basketball player, which she is. She's wearing her usual bright pink with gold lamay tennis shorts and a white tank top that ends just above her navel. Maureen doesn't "do" makeup, but her skin is.