The Major and his Daughter – Chapter I

Scarlet was a beautiful young woman, sixteen years of age and skin fair as a cold spring day. With eyes so blue that even the sky coveted their vibrant color, she was the object of every mans fantasy. Her hair was raven black, soft and long, and she had a childish face, heartshaped with full, ripe lips.

Her father was the Major of Four Courts, a small town on an Island far, far away. He was a man of might and great wealth, a respected citizen and a powerful man.
They were only two, Scarlet and her father -Major Whitlock. Scarlets mother died during childbirth, and was never able to see her little daughter grow up.
The Major raised her all by himself, and watched over her like a hawk every minute of every time. He even had the servants put bars in front of Scarlets bedroom windows, and the mansion was surrounded by a tall fence, letting noone in nor out unless they had the key to the gates.

Scarlet never saw much of the outside world, except for Saturdays when she was allowed to go with one of the servants to the marked in the middle of town. The citizens of Four Courts praised him for keeping her safe, for being a loving and caring father. Little did they know that Major Whitlock caged her daughter because he loved her in ways a father should not love his daughter, and that he wanted her all to himself. She was his most treasured possession, and noone was to take her away from him.

One particular Saturday, the major decided to show his beloved Scarlet just how much he loved her.
She just got back from the marked with Miss Mary when the major called her into the diningroom for supper.

“Scarlet darling” he started, watching her take her seat at the opposite side of the table.

“You have certainly grown up to be a fine young woman, havent you”
She raised her head to meet his gaze before quickly lowering them to her plate on the table.
“Thank you father” she said, not certain where he was going with this.

Major Whitlock kept his gaze fixated on his daughters chest, where her perky little tits was starting to reveal their shape underneath her dress. Yes.. she had definitly grown during the last year.

He was not what you would consider an attractive man, the major. Fat and bold, not especially tall either, but he had a large prick, and it was starting to grow in his pants as he was eyeing his young daughter from across the table.

Tempted as he was to dismiss his servants and take her then and there, he resisted. The rest of the meal was finished without another word, but in the mind of Major Whitlock, he was acting out the filthiest, dirtiest things you can possibly imagine.

It was getting close to midnight, and young Scarlet was reading in her bed. She kept her ears open for any sound, in case any of the servants would come to check on her. Needless to say, she was supposed to be sleeping hours ago, but this book was just too good to put away.
Suddenly, the candelight on her bedtable flickered, and she heard her bedroom door crack open. She blew out the candle as quickly as she could and turned around, pretending to be fast asleep.
Heavy steps was approaching her bed, and she realised this had to be her father, not the servants.