Icy shivers raced through her.There was an open entryway past the parlor, spilling its amber-tinted light out into the room. A strange, muffled sound ...as coming from the room as Brandy cautiously made her way over.The dining room was dominated by a huge oak table and in the center of it was a young brunette, scantily clad in a tattered Dorothyesque dress, hogtied and gagged with duct tape. She was struggling quite wildly and her eyes caught Brandy's. She screamed and struggled, her eyes wide. Foster and then found Suzanne. I took her to the captain's tent where she had been waiting, held her in my arms for a time, kissed her eyes, her ears, her cheeks, her mouth and then her mouth again, sat her down and told her that her loving husband was dead. She sniffed, but she did not cry."How?" she asked, holding my arm. I must have smelled and looked awful after six days in the woods, sleeping in hollows and living off roots and berries."Shot," I said, "twice. First one hit his leg and he. I was just looking at her curves. While she lifts her hands her deep navel is visible. I bent and planted a kiss on navel. She enjoyed every bit of it. I suddenly washed my hands and poured water accidentally(though intentionally)on petty-coat making all her boobs. She got and was shouting in a friendly and naughitly. I said sorry and started to press her boobs and touching all over her body. She was looking into my eyes and finally lifted me and gave me a lip kiss. I pulled her on to my chest. "Bertha Wachs von Rodde, the large, severe woman who had led the three miscreants into the punishment room, and who was the person charged with the actual application of the rod to the girl's bottoms, stepped up to Louisa, turned her to face the horse and caused her to bend over it.She affixed the girl's wrists to straps that held her bent over the horse and then stooped to fasten the girl's ankles to straps that kept her feet from moving and her thighs quite well apart.Bertha then went to each.