She strips timidly

Under the blue satin dress were her hoop skirts and layers of ruffles her perfect breasts hidden by a plain linen tunic. It took almost a minute for her to unlace the wide belt that holds up her hoops and when they fall to the ground, I see that her long slender legs are still covered by a set of formless pantaloons. It's a wonder anyone ever got any action back in those days.

“Don't forget your hat, Miss Miller.” I suggest helpfully, “I want to see that pretty golden hair of yours.” The hat pin that secured her hat looked like it could be a deadly weapon, and I wonder if at least one Southern Belle in this situation may have tried to stab her assailant with a similar makeshift weapon. “Don't be shy now, you're on the right side of the war now, your service to the Union cause will not be forgotten.” She doesn't respond to crude jibe, but the pantaloons slowly drop to her ankles and she is standing before me wearing only pale white socks, her blue slippers and the linen shift that hangs from her shoulders from thin straps.

“Please, Sir.” Alison's trembling voice is easily as powerful an aphrodisiac as any pharmaceutical I might be able to buy. “I've never been with a man.” Her eyes drop to where my khakis are tented obscenely, “I'm still untouched.”

“I think then,” I growl softly, “it is time for that to change.” Moving with a cruel deliberateness, I pull first one and then the other of those thin straps off her slender shoulders and let the simple garment drop so her pretty little breasts are fully exposed. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, girl, they'll hear your hollering all the way down in Savanah.” At this crude threat Alison's expressive eyes widen in excitement and feigned fear.

“No ... please, I'll do what you want ... don't hurt me.” Obviously, I don't want to hurt this beautiful young teen, but on the other hand her fantasy was one of brutal ****, not a gentle seduction. I grab her by one of the braids that came down when her hat was removed and pull her face so close to mine that I could smell the sweetness of her breath on my cheek.

“Don't expect any mercy from me, Reb.” I grunt. “We have a General up north called Hooker that always keeps a score or so of whores following his camp so his men never have to go without pussy. How would you like it if I dragged your pretty ass back up there and leave you with him?”

“Oh, dear God no!” This time the fear looks real, and not for the first time I can't help but think Alison really should be in the performance arts and not a business major. I guess it doesn't speak well of me that I seem to be as excited by this **** fantasy of hers as Alison is and that I'm not going to wait even a second longer.