Chapter 1
BEFORE READING: PLEASE BE AWARE THIS IS DARK EROTICA & CONTAINS SOME KINKS THAT AREN'T FOR EVERYONE.
PLEASE ALSO NOTE THIS WAS THE ORIGINAL OF MY, HIS HAREM STORY BUT READS VERY DIFFERENTLY. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. :)
Her world is in this room.I do not allow her to leave or become tainted by the outside world.There are no windows.She sees no one but me and the two who I employ to attend to her needs.Clothes are a luxury I allow her to indulge in only occasionally. I do not like her to hide anything from me and it is both my right and pleasure to be see her true beauty unhindered by any disguise.I call her Eva but if the truth be known I do not know her real name or where she comes from.She is a mystery I am determined to unravel confined in this room.Whoever she was before has gone.She is nothing but a child I will mould in to the woman I crave and desire.The ultimate beautiful submissive I believe she was always intended to be.
The day I captured and caged her I was racing down the motorway in my Ferrari intent on ending my life.It was early evening and the day had ended badly.My fiancée had been diagnosed with terminal illness and had suddenly died.I’d loved the woman since my teenage years and our affluent parents believed we would one day be joined in marriage.But it was not to be.
Linnea’s loss was unbearable.I left the motorway and headed on to the country roads driving recklessly as the sun began to set wondering when I would eventually lose control and wrap the car around a tree.Tears streamed down my face blurring my vision making the car swerve along the small country road confined by a low wall on either side as I put my foot down uncaring of the consequences.When I saw the car ahead it was too late to avoid a collision.
I hit the side of the small Audi pushing it hard in to the wall and over it.It turned over and over finally coming to a rest in the farmers field in an overturned position.I lay slumped over the wheel, blood trickling down the side of my face but otherwise unhurt.I raised my face and stared at the car in the field.Adrenaline took hold and I was kicking my way out of the battered Ferrari door.Holding my aching head, I cleared the wall with one jump and ran towards the overturned car.
The wheels were still spinning when I reached it.A woman was lying inside the car unconscious.I prayed she was alive.I had never meant to include anyone else in my fatal accident.Kneeling on the grass I leant through the broken car window and tried to ascertain whether or not she was still breathing.A small moan told me all I needed to know.I checked her arms and legs.Nothing appeared broken and none of her limbs were trapped by anything in the car.For a moment she gained consciousness and blinked her pretty sea green eyes at me.
“Relax, I am going to get some help,” I soothed cupping the bruised side of her pale beautiful face.I reached for my phone in my suit jacket phone feeling remorse hit me hard.Damn it, I deserved all the police would throw at me for hurting her.I started to call both them and an ambulance when she suddenly lifted her arm and grabbed my wrist through the window.
“Please don’t call anyone.Please.I can’t risk it.He will find me again.Please.”
Her voice was English, a stark contrast to my own inherited Icelandic one from Rejavik where I had grown up before my family moved to Sweden.She tried to shake my arm becoming distressed and then lost consciousness once more.I stared at the phone listening to the disembodied voice on the other end ask me if I wanted Police or Ambulance.I would be lying if I did not consider that her strange request was giving me a way out of a possible driving conviction for dangerous driving but more importantly she was giving me a purpose to my life again.She was in need not just because of her injuries but because of some danger haunting her.The woman needed my protection and I was going to give it to her.I had been unable to save Linnea but perhaps I could redeem myself and care for Eva.
Acting quickly, I ended the call and instead contacted my chauffeur at my home not far from the scene.Then I turned my attention to pulling her from the car.The task complete I cradled her in my arms against my chest covering her in my suit jacket to keep her warm and out of shock.She felt like a babe in my arms, so soft and delicate desperately in need of nurturing.I rocked her whispering reassurances in my own language and humming a Swedish lullaby when she cried and moaned in pain.I had never seen a woman so beautiful in her vulnerability.She enchanted me.I knew in that very moment I needed to possess her and dominate her until she surrendered her body and soul to me.
I stood in the shadow of the room in the dim light watching her sleep like a voyeur.She was bruised, shaken and had a concussion but otherwise she had been incredibly lucky not to have lost her life or sustained heavy injuries.She should have died.I called her my miracle girl.
She hadn’t woken when I carried her to the car or for the whole journey I had held her in my arms.It made the task of confining her and holding her whereabouts secret easy.At this point I did not have any clear intention of how long I would keep her locked away or what my desired outcome of the adventure I hoped would be.I simply knew I had to possess her.Perhaps my greatest wish was that she would fill the gap in my heart left by deceased fiancée, Linnea and come to love me with the intensity she had done.
The room was actually a collection of small rooms contained on one floor.There was a bedroom, bathroom and a small reception room in which to receive guests I might bring to view the delightful pretty little curiosity I had confined like a captive princess in a tower.
There were no windows in any of the rooms only heavy stone walls.The warm light created by an abundance of candles flickered around the room creating a safe warmness that I liked to think resembled the interior of a womb.She would not be able to ascertain whether or not it was day or night and that was the way I wanted it.When she woke I wanted my captive to come to the quick realisation that I alone controlled any conception of time passing.Here I could separate her from the world and birth her in to a new one that was mine alone to rule.
Throughout the last four days she had been sedated to recover from her injuries and had been taken care of by four doctors I had specifically employed to care for her.Apart from tending to her general health needs they were also experts in their chosen fields of gynaecology, fertility, breast health and psychology.They were an international team, in this case English who dealt exclusively with private examinations and concerns of the rich men and occasionally women who populated the world.
At their instruction I carried her to the white padded examination table in front of the bed.She lay sleeping unaware of what was to come, a single white silk sheet covering her modesty.I had kept a close vigil by her bed while she slept and now I longed for her to wake and be revealed in all of her essence to me.Here she would not be able to hide anything from me.I did not wish to be concerned by the woman she was to the world outside, I wanted to learn who she was to become under my guiding nurturing fatherly hand.
The doctors came to stand around the table.They all wore dark suits as was the norm in their secret profession.They, like myself believed my beautiful charge should come to view all men who tended to her as authority figures she must obey without question and be dutifully submissive to.
Submission was now to be her natural state of being.If she rebelled against it she would be punished with a spanking, maybe a whipping or perhaps, if the mood took me, a quiet spell of contemplation locked in a cage.I had one in the storeroom waiting to be used in her final lesson of surrender which would prompt growth in her rearing from a child in my care into an adult female submissive.
The very idea of her growing her in to full adulthood as I had done with Linnea only to lose her filled me with anxiety.Maybe it would be better to keep this woman as a dependent child locked in here, closeted from the hurt and disappointment of life outside and a world that would seek every opportunity to steal her from me and take her life as it had done with Linnea.Here with me, I could at least indulge myself in the illusion that we could cheat even death itself in this cocoon.When my little princess rebirthed in to this room today she would not be alone.I would also be reborn and become the man I had always meant to be.
“I think it would be better to get her in position for the pelvic examination before she is woken, the handsome young dark haired Gynaecologist, Doctor Baron informed me.“That way when she struggles to remove herself from the table she will already be secured and her movement will be redundant.”
I nodded in agreement.He continued with a friendly smile playing on his lips.
“I want her to become accustomed to our frequent, often without warning intimate examinations on your behalf.This will ensure the continuation of your control and her submission to her environment.However, we must also ensure she feels safe in our medical explorations and is being treated respectfully,” he said fixing her delicate wrists in to cuffs at the sides of her head.
Although I had stayed by her bed throughout her recovery, I hadn’t touched the woman since she had been brought to my home.I wanted to make myself wait revelling at the feverish anticipation it built within me.It was like resisting a powerful drug.
Dr Lewis, the fertility specialist I had insisted on being part of the team should I choose to breed my princess, was fixing a set of stirrups to the couch.I was going to be able to intimately view her and peer in to her succulent wet depths.I had stripped her of her clothes and her previous life, now her hidden bodily secrets would be made visible to me.She might wake remembering her old life but here with me she would begin a new identity.I knew everything about her past.My research had been thorough.Although we were barely acquainted I was already beginning to adore her.She had not need to concern herself with her past and the fear that accompanied it, in this room I would forbid it to exist and come between us.
Each of the four doctors snapped on a pair of clear latex gloves and covered their mouths with a mask.They motioned for me to do the same.Doctor Baron moved the table on which a whole host of sterilised medical instruments lay prepared closer.Then he turned on the lamp attached to the bottom of the couch to illuminate her body.
I watched Doctor Baron gently almost seductively slide the silk sheet over one pale thigh as I put on my gloves and covered my mouth in the mask.He appeared in charge of the initial examination.
“Place the blindfold around her eyes,” he told Doctor Philips, the psychologist in the team who stood at the top of the couch next to the woman’s head.He nodded and placed the blindfold around her eyes while Doctor Baron lifted the sheet over my princess’s pussy that had been clean shaven while she slept.He raised it until it covered only her breasts.The third man, Doctor Turner, a breast specialist smoothed the sheet down over them waiting to take his own turn in the proceedings and complete his own checks.
“I will need you to calm her.Your voice must be the first she hears and responds to if you are to brand her with your authority,” Doctor Phillips requested of me.
