Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He was relieved and happy to see the tension drain from his daughter as he bathed her. He was elated to see her so readily fall into his arms and still enjoy his embrace. He had so feared her experiences would have made her jaded or anxious. That she could still enjoy his comforting touch and relax into his embrace, it boded well for the future. Maybe they could find a way through this. Maybe they could learn to be at ease about all the new openness that had been forced on them. It's not that they had ever been anything but open and comfortable with each other and certainly they had always been very familiar with each other. They were closer than most fathers and daughters than he knew. He knew he had a rare jewel and treasure in his relationship with her. He had so deeply feared losing that that when she relaxed into his embrace he let out a breath that surprised him he had been holding. Her explanation of what had been done and not done to her evoked decidedly mixed feelings. Of course the beating, under feeding and degradation angered him. That he kept to him self. He endeavored to maintain his stoic mask listening to her. He explanation about the examination stirred a deeper hatred about the common way she was treated. That she was not and could not be touched till bought spurred his greatest conflicted feelings. He was grateful to the law he hated that she was not then and certainly would never now be subject to a mans touch, particularly a man she did not want. The thought of some stranger forcing his attentions on her caused such a rage he nearly lost control of his carefully constructed and maintained mask. The comment about her not being ruined thrilled him. It inferred she was still a virgin. Like any father the thought of any man touching his little girl in such a way greatly distressed him. Though again like any good father he would never admit it out loud. She was and always would be his baby girl. He lay there and held her for a long time. The shadows moved and evening was dawning. He began to become aware of his daughter's body next to him. His earlier awareness of her utter femaleness grew and he could feel his body begin to respond to having so beautiful a girl in his arms, a beautiful nude girl. It really had been quite sometime since he had opened his heart or his bed to any woman. But this was his daughter so he dashed those thoughts and rising feelings against his love of her. He got out of bed with her under the pretext of readying for the nights rest. He told her to take the bed and he would create a palate on the floor. At her words about sharing the bed he became immediately aware of her nude form and her beauty. She spoke of wearing her clothes to sleep in. He immediately snatched up the clothes she wore back from the slave market and threw them into the fire. You will never wear those clothes again. They carry the taint of that place and what they did to you. I have new, clean clothes here. Tomorrow you can choose what you will to wear. Calming a bit he continued. You should sleep as you are. Sleep in your new clothes and they will be rumpled and wrinkled. We need to show a superior face to these monsters. We need to be seen as clean and well groomed and carry ourselves with a baring that shames them. He considered her again. Nor will we go out to buy bedclothes. I could not go out without you, I cannot let you out of my presence unchained and, he sneered at the leash and collar, I am not prepared to put that thing back on you. He sighed heavily, No, honey. You sleep in the bed as you are and I will make a palate on the floor and sleep in my clothes. We'll figure everything else out later. He blushed deeply as a thought flitted across his mind. A thought of him climbing nude into bed with his little girl. He shook the random thought off physically and grunted. Yes, sweetheart, that is likely the best course. Just let me get my bed roll and spread it out. Its been a little while. Would you like me to order more food? I'll have them just set it on the floor outside the door...