Make the youngest daughter a woman

Her clothes may try to hide it, but the youngest girl has a body that could start a war. "Bring her to my tent," you command. Her mother gives a small sob and tears begin to flow silently down her cheeks. Her sister on the other hand becomes even more enraged, trying to **** the guards that come to lead her younger sibling away. A mailed fist to the gut is enough to pacify her, and the tranfer continues. The young girl apparently does not understand, and looks around in frightened confusion. Much too dramatic for your tastes, but over quickly enough. You follow behind, gazing intently at the tight dress which hugs wide hips and a wider ass, swaying back and forth unconsciously, naturally sensual.

The two of you soon arrive in the spacious tent, which is almost 9 feet tall at the zenith and 15 feet wide. You motion for her to sit on the small but nontheless comfortable bed that was painstakingly carried to the front, and she complies. Alone except for the pair of guards stationed a respectful distance from the door, she looks more scared now than ever.