Nobody was using the basement yet. A line of three subs stood in silence facing the wall, heads bowed, naked apart from the cuffs and collars some had...been allowed to wear. Each waiting their turn for what was to come. A woman about my age held a flogger in her outstretched hands, as if offering it to the wall.As we descended the steps to the basement I had been excited by the thought of what might be done to me in that cathedral of pain. As we returned upstairs, I thought about the woman with. " Can we do anything to help?" asked Jase."Naw, I don't reckon," replied the man. We uns 'll bury our dead and move on. But thankee any ways."Jase then asked, "Have you seen anyone else in the last couple of days, Indian or white?" Seen plenty of Indian sign, but no Indians until this mornin'. Did run 'cross another white man a few days ago, tho. Said he was scoutin' around for some strayed livestock of hisn, but had to get back to his missus. Said he had a place up a small valley a little ways. We heard a door close as someone entered the stairway on the floor above us. I lowered her leg and we exited through a door into the courtyard. In the courtyard there was gazebo with 2 egg-shaped suspended wicker chairs. This was a perfect place to continue what we had started. I placed her in one of the swinging chairs and she was able to easily spread her legs through the side supports. She lifted her dress as I got on my knees. This time I started by inserting two fingers deep inside her as. They both turn to see a well muscle built guy standing at near six foot tall , wearing a Navy camo uniform and a green duffle bag in his other hand, He walk over next to Kaitlyn and tapped a SOS in Morse code on her shoulder, ‘Sorry I’m late, honey, traffic was terrible. Who’s your friend?’ ‘I don’t know he hasn’t said his name yet.’ She said not missing beat. ‘I have to go,’ he said then walk off. ‘Thanks for that,’ she said with a smile after the guy had left. ‘You’re welcome,’ he smiled.