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Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He stared at the chain used as a leash being offered to him. His face darkened and a slight tremble of rage took his hand as he struggled to keep it at his side rather than flying to his swords hilt. Remove the chains. he growled at the guards. The one that seemed to be the more senior spoke up. Sir.. Lordship Cajetan snapped at the guard. I am a High Lord the appropriate appellation is your Lordship. She had NEVER heard him make an issue of his title or how he was to be addressed before, but more surprisingly was to see him quiver in rage like that and not see dead bodies at his feet. The guard shift his body as if taking a fighter's stance. She knew that was exactly the wrong thing to do. She'd seen his rages before. A man, perhaps two, were about to die. Instead, he spoke to the man again, but his voice flowed from his lips like liquid death flowing down a dried river bed. Remover her chains. Now. The guard was not sure what to make of this arrogant out-lander Lord so he tried again. Your Lordship, we will be happy to remove her chains for you, but you must understand as a slave she can never be out of your direct presence unchained. The look of shock on his face cooled some of his rage. Only just some. But I have new clothes I want her to put on. And she my dau.. The guard interrupted him. Your Lordship, we honestly don't care what you do with your slave once we leave her, as long as you obey the law. She is not to be outside your presence, unchained. Ever. He began to remove her chains. Cagetan stood there with a glare upon his face. Once they were finish and out the door he looked down to his daughter and said in a voice fraught with exasperation, Oh just get up. I'm your father not your Mast... He cleared his throat. He pulled out a package from under his arm. Here are some new clothes. Its your choice to change now or not, but we do need to talk. Looking her skeptically as he handed her the package, I am sorry I cannot afford you privacy if you do want to change. But you heard the man. He cleared his throat and again and waited for her to say or do something, anything.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Though she remained kneeling on the ground after the two guards had left, her shoulders sunk and she finally let her held breath loose. She had learned a few hard lessons about her newfound status, and how those suddenly stationed above her would respond to a lowly slave so much as looking like they were about to disobey. Still, though, she feared that she was being watched, and it was only after hearing her father's familiar voice from near her that she dared look back up. Almost at once, she scrambled up to her feet. As she took the package from him, she couldn't restrain herself from throwing her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself against his chest as she embraced him. It was almost like seeing a ghost, something so familiar in what she thought was a hopeless situation. She feared if she let him go, he would disappear. I understand, Father, she finally said as she stepped back from him, clutching the package of more familiar clothing in her hands. It's what the gods command, after all, she spat, acid in her voice as she repeated what had been explained to her relentlessly since her capture. It was the holy word, the law of the lands for what was to be done to prisoners of wars and raids. She unfolded the clothing, her fingers brushing along the cloth as she looked it over. Anything would be better than the rags they had forced her to wear during her imprisonment. For how she lingered over the material, it might have been the finest silk from the farthest lands, rather than the more practical cloth it was woven from. Please...speak, she said softly as she turned her back to him to change. Though she might not have privacy, she wanted nothing more than to be out of those damned rags. She bared her torso to him first, a few bright red welts marring her shoulders, though she seemed to have been spared the amount of punishment doled out to the more disobedient captives. She seemed to have been left mostly untouched, the soft curve of her waist free of any obvious bruises or scratches. I feel like you have answers to questions I would never, ever even begin to ask...
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Eva knew her father well enough to know when his blood boiled. He was not an angry man, she had never known him to be cruel or unfair. She heard the venom in his words as he all but cursed the gods these people worshiped, the gods that commanded them to ransack towns and take women and children from their homes to serve as slaves. However, even before he explained the whole situation to her, she knew that they were deep in these lands. They clung to their gods and their rules, and the fact that she and her father were outsiders meant nothing to them. They would have no qualms about taking her from her father again if they broke any one of their many rules. She had finished dressing herself by the time he turned back to her a final time. Her fingers worked some of the tangles out of her hair as he finished his explanation. She shook her head as he sought her forgiveness. Father, I know you'd never let me suffer a minute if you could prevent it, she said gently to him. Once again, she found herself pulled into his arms. Despite their dire situation, how far they might be from home and from the relative safety there, at the very least she was with him. He'd protect her with everything he had, this much she knew. She felt his strong arms around her, rough hands still comforting against her skin in the familiar embrace. For a moment, she faltered, even the idea of acting as a slave turned her stomach, but she knew he was right. Whatever they wanted from them, at the very least, they would get the satisfaction of forcing them to follow their laws, at least while they were in these foreign lands. She took a step back, and breathed out a deep sigh. Her eyes closed, her hands holding her father's tightly as the reality of their situation set in. I...I understand. I think, she said quietly. Though still young, she had always had a level head. They'd always said she took after her mother like that, able to see through whatever dire situation they were faced with. If it means I can stay with you, I'll do whatever I have to, whatever we have to. she paused for a moment, then glanced up, meeting her father's eye to confirm her next fear. If...I'm to stay a slave in their eyes, for however many years they decide...will we be able to return home? Or will they make us stay here? I can imagine they're waiting for us to make a wrong step somewhere, to give them an excuse to declare another war...
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He smiled seeing his girl fall on the food and pleased he could give her this much at least. He was a little concerned about how much and how fast she was eating. It wouldn't do her any good to eat, just to get sick from doing too much too fast. When she looked at him with embarrassment for her table manners she saw the love and devotion in his eyes and a sadness there too. A smile came to his lips, but it was a sad smile all the same. I will eat soon honey, let's get to you bath. He knelt by the tub for all the world as if he were the slave and she the master or perhaps a flash of a father giving his little girl a bath. We have to get used to being around each other since you can't be out of my presence unless chained and I have no intention of ever chaining you. He motioned to the bath with his hand and gave her one of those looks that said he was not going budge or be disobeyed. A look she knew too well from childhood. So there he waited. A loving father to bath his baby girl, a doting master, pampering his new slave.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

She started to protest, but she knew that look, and recognized that tone. It was rare for him to take such a stern demeanor with her. She could hardly remember the last time he spoke to her so sharply. Perhaps it was the third time she had ripped a hole in a new dress while climbing trees, none of which was suitable behavior for a lord's daughter after all. With a sigh, she relented, crinkling her nose at him as she stood. And are you going to give me your belt if I don't? she asked with a tiny laugh. Again, she turned her back to her father to change, though it really was little use as she would have to turn back to him to get back to the small tub. She folded her clothes neatly for later, then slowly turned back to face her father. Again, the rose blush spread over her cheeks, and it took a few flickering glances up before she could look him in the eye as she stood exposed in front of him. There was no questioning that she had, somewhere over the last few years, developed into a stunning young woman. Full, pert breasts, a smooth curve to her waist, and a tiny bit of extra weight carried in her hips and thighs now. She paused for a moment, and averted her eyes from him as she busied herself with checking the temperature of the water.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He blushed at the mention of the belt. He'd only ever had to spank her couple times and was in such a black mood after his dearest friends and advisers avoided him for days. He again noticed her as a woman as she undressed, but shoved those thoughts down. When she turned he was astounded and in awe. He was so overwhelmed he couldn't even think to banish the thoughts of his enjoyment of the sight of his daughter. He did however manage to keep his face a cautious mask for her. He would not let her see the reactions she was provoking in his. Eventually, when he found his voice and could trust it he said softly, Eva, don't you understand? I want to do this for you. Out there, among them we may have to be masters slave. But here, I am still you loving father and I want you to know and see how much I want to take care of you and dote on you. Can you understand that honey? He dropped his head to his chest, I just want you to know and see, beyond doubt that I love you and you will never be a slave in my eyes. His voice was a broken whisper. When she finally slipped into the tub he began by soaking the sponge and pouring water all over her body and hair, wetting her down completely. He then took the soap and loaded the sponge with suds and started to wash her. He started with her shoulders and then her arms. He was cautious but sure with her breast. Firm and sure but never what could have been call inappropriate. He washed her belly and legs. He had her sit up and washed her back, very gingerly and yet thoroughly. He handed her the sponge and turned away to let her wash her womanhood. Then he rinsed the sponge out and began using it to wash all the soap off of her. Next he moved on to washing her hair. He had always love her hair, so like her mother's. He took his time and washed it thoroughly. When he finished he sat there next to her and looked at with love and adoration in his eyes. The whole time he had not said a thing, save to answer her questions. When she finally wanted out of the bath he brought her toweling and toweled her dry himself. He told her to lay face down on the bed as he got out some ointment for her back. When he finally finished all he said in a whisper was, I love you Eva.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

That bathing scene sounds familiar, lol.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Remember our discussion about RPGing 101, you should not insert a post into an established story unless invited. PM the participant you wish to address. I know it is all knew and strange to you. Don't worry the ... RP manners just come with time. Caverlyl said That bathing scene sounds familiar, lol. Click to expand...
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

and now back to our regularly scheduled programming lol For a while, she almost forgot about everything that happened. As her initial apprehension left, she let her eyes fall closed, the water warm and comforting as it ran off of her shoulders. As the soap touched the still-healing welts on her chest and shoulders, she gave a tiny little twinge at the sudden sting. As she felt her father's hands so gently washing the dirt and grime from her tired body, she was reassured that all was as well as it could be. Her father was a fierce man, but he would never direct any of that ire towards her. Even as a child, his punishments had been few and far between, and she knew it took something very serious for him to even raise his voice at her. And when he did, she knew well enough to listen. She left the small tub with a longing sigh. Though the room was by no means cold, the heat of the tub had been a welcome bit of relaxation. Soon, she was dry, the pleasant scent of the soap clinging to her body and hair, the soft sheet welcome against her skin as her father bid her to lay on the bed. Again, she twitched at the slight, sudden sting, but it quickly subsided, the salve providing some relief to the raised welts on her shoulders. For her own sake, it was lucky she learned quickly. It had taken only a single angry guard quick to turn his whip on her for her to learn to bide her time. She turned her head to her father as he finally spoke, the silence between them heavy and comforting, in a way. She knew he was there, and now that she was under his protection, she needn't answer to anyone else, that no one else would be allowed to lay a hand on her. I love you, too, papa, she replied, her voice small and quiet as she shifted closer to him, propped up on her elbows as she kissed his cheek affectionately. I was afraid, when they came to our home, I feared something had happened to you. No one had ever dared wrong us before, I thought for them to suddenly turn and attack, that something terrible had happened to you, she said. I hope they have to answer to their gods soon, she said, seething quietly. It was wrong to wish ill on others, that she knew, but in her short time in captivity, she had learned that these people, at least those responsible for her capture, held no mercy in their hearts. They weren't worth her pity. I'd love to see this whole city burn...
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He laid down next to her and kissed her gently. Honey, I am fine. Our people are rebuilding and most importantly I have you back. He opened his arms to her to come into his embrace as he asked, I know they beat you and did not feed you well, but did they do anything... else honey? Are you ok? Is there anything you need to talk about? He knew better than to push her or press her. He would just lay with her for a time and listen. He purposefully wore his Lord's mask of a face, not revealing any of his internal thoughts or feelings as she decided to except his embrace or not tell him what she wanted or not. Listen to what she did tell him with a prudential and nonreactive expression. When she was done speaking he kissed her again. Honey, I wish I had not answered my King's summons. I wish I had not gone and been home to protect you, keep you from having have had to experience all of this, all you have had to experience. I wish you did not have to be a slave, let alone my slave. Know I would happily trade places with you if I could. He stopped himself. He felt himself on the verge of going too far, saying too much. If there is such a thing as justice and righteousness in this world these people and their foul gods will be wiped from the earth. And if there is no justice than to hell with all the gods. The heat and vehemence in his blasphemy was a thing she had only heard once before, early that day. He had always been so devout and reverent of the gods, even those not his own. This was certainly a new aspect of him. But his heated moment left and he laid there with her, offering her what comfort she would take. The warmth of his body if she needed it to stave off the chill air. After a long time he began to rise. You will take the bed, I will make a palate on the floor. I really had thought we would be allowed the privacy of our own rooms at least. Looking at her a little guiltily and clearing his throat, You see honey, over the years I've gotten into the habit of not wearing bed clothes and well, he blushed a little, a very odd look on him, I didn't think to pack any and so I didn't think to by any for you either. I'll have to sleep in my clothes and you will just have to sleep in the bed. His eyes were still averted from her and he was still beet red. Okay honey?
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Again, Eva settled easily into her father's embrace. She closed her eyes, and let herself get lost in the familiar sensations, the smell of her father's clothes, his strong arms around her, the slight rough texture of his hands against her skin. It was only as he questioned her that she frowned, and faltered for a moment before answering him. I was...examined. Thoroughly. Once when I was captured, and again by the priests, she said. That was the extent of what they did. If it weren't for their laws, though... she fell silent for a moment. None of them were shy about going into detail about what they would do if they bought me. But the law forbid them from doing anything until I was properly sentenced. So as not to ruin me for whatever man chose me. she said, more of that venom seeping into her words. She had never been a hateful person, but her captors had brought out every ounce of ire in her body. So much so that she trembled in her father's arms, not out of fear, but out of anger. Silence fell between them, and she again settled into the comfort of her father's embrace. She was almost able to fall asleep then and there, but was stirred awake as he rose. She sat up with him, propped up on her elbows on the bed as she watched him. There's no reason I can't sleep in my clothes, as well, she said pointedly. You shouldn't have to sleep on the floor, there's space on the bed for the both of us. Perhaps we should look for some place that will sell us a set of bedclothes, since it seems that this will be our sleeping arrangement until we've arrived home again.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

For a brief moment, Eva thought she saw something strangely familiar in her father's eyes. It sent a faint blush over her cheeks as she was again made aware of her own nudity. Cajetan's gaze, however, lacked the malice that the men at the temple held. There was no cruelty to be had from him. Nonetheless, she found her arm moving to cover her bare chest. The feeling had been fleeting, though, and as quickly as she thought she'd seen something, the sensation was gone. Whatever she thought might have been behind her father's otherwise stalwart appearance was nowhere to be found. She must have been imagining things, a combination of the stress and exhaustion compounded over the past few long weeks. The familiarity of the indignant rage that her father displayed at just the memory of the market, the short outburst as he tossed the clothes into the fire, shook her from whatever thoughts had crept in. He put his foot down when it came to their current sleeping arrangements. Perhaps further away from the temple they would be able to figure out something more comfortable for the both of them, but she knew the tone he was taking with her. He rarely backed down when his mind was already set on something like this. You'll have to put it back on eventually, unless you plan on staying in this little room for the next thirteen years, she said pointedly. And I know I'd rather get away from here as quickly as possible. She rolled out of bed and padded across the room, bare feet all but silent on the wooden floors. Even in her hands, the collar felt heavy as she picked it up, the weight of it around her neck already a humiliating memory. We can't avoid their laws and customs while we're here. I know it pains you to have to treat me like one would an unruly dog, but what choice do we have? She took a seat on the edge of the bed, still fiddling with the rough leather band in her hands before setting it down on the nightstand. It won't be forever. They cannot possibly force us to keep this up when we arrive home, they can't expect me to be under your watch in our home. Not like this, she said. Perhaps once we're out of the city, they'll at least allow us separate beds, so neither of us has to sleep on the floor. I can only hope that the rest of their land is not nearly as barbaric when it comes to such things. As she finished speaking, she stretched out on the bed again, damp hair hanging loosely around her face. I'm not hungry, what you got before was plenty. I'd much rather get some sleep I want to get home as soon as we can. Even as she finished speaking, she had started to doze, eyes falling closed as she listened to her father moving about the room to ready himself for bed. The noise became a dull, pleasant drone in her senses, and though she tried to focus on it to stay awake, it wasn't long before her breathing slowed and settled, blanket half draped over her lower body as she hadn't quite managed to pull it over herself. Morning would come soon enough, and then they could leave this awful city behind them.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Seeing his daughter blush and cover herself broke his heart. He knew the depravity of his thoughts were know clear to see and known to her. How could she ever trust him or be comfortable being alone with him now. From now on would every moment alone with him be a torture for her? Would she live in fear he'd act on a random thought? He sighed and looked away from her dejectedly. He started when she mentioned the collar and staying here with him for years and her desire to go home. Honey, I'd happily live in this room alone with you if it meant I never had to put that thing back on you. But I know what you are saying I just want to put it off a little longer is all. His voice was quiet and plaintive. Her picking it up and holding it sent a deep shiver through him. A shiver of deepest revulsion. Honey I don't think we can escape their laws even when we leave here. It's been my experience this place and the capital are the two most civilized places in these lands. The sneer in his voice at the word civilized was markedly severe. Nor do I think we can hope to really escape when we get back home. They way they told me their god watches, it screamed spies to me. I believe we will be constantly watched, even in our own home. It's clear they are looking for any excuse to declare their holy war. He let out an audible breath when she set the collar down. Perhaps we can find rooms on the way home that have two beds and we can certainly try to find bed clothes for you. Though what the call women's bed clothes here I wouldn't put on a whore. It seems they use and objectify every one here. He let out another deep sigh. Camp at night will be easier. As long as you are in my line of sight. He nodded at her refusal of more food and as she settled down in bed he finally got around to eating his cold meal. He set his bed roll up and sat on it watching her sleep. So peaceful so precious. He loved her and marveled at her. Hie errant thoughts still deeply disturbed him and he sat trying to reconcile them, but mostly he sat watching her sleep peacefully. She ease and comfort pleased him. Occasionally he note her bared breasts and after the third time he caught himself looking and forcing he gaze away he went over and pulled the blanket all the way up to her chin. Returning to his bed roll and sat and just watch his precious girl, his treasure and his reason for living. Dawn found her waking to his still sitting there watching her. It was almost as if he feared if he took his eyes off her she might disappear again.