Eves White Knight Ch 01

I first met Eve when I was just out of college and starting my career. I had taken a position at an investment-banking firm and was working as a junior broker. To be brutally honest, it was a soul-crushing job where all day long I was dialing for dollars, trying to find people to let me manage their money. Fortunately the money was pretty good and I had more money than I knew what to do with, particularly in light of the workload and long hours. That was the joke: "you can't spend money when you're stuck in the office." I didn't even have time for a lady in my life so I had pretty much given up the idea of a relationship.

It was late in the evening on Saturday. It was late in the fall, and the rain was coming down in the usual drizzle in Portland. I walked down the street and stopped in to the Black Star to find a couple of the guys from the office. Saturday night was the night to relax, enjoy an IPA and chill out. The week had been such a grind and I was late to the party... again. Maybe I was being a bit dour, or just bummed about my current life, but as I walked in and saw everyone laughing and telling war stories from the week, I just couldn't do it. I turned and walked out in to the rain and moved on down the street.

I just slowly walked, looking at the shop windows and thinking, wandering... Eventually I made my way down to the old Irish pub near the river and sat down at a table in a back corner where it was nice and dark. It was still loud, but it was late enough that it was slowing down. I just wanted to chill out and be left alone. A waitress brought me a pint and I checked my messages and personal email on my phone. I was about half way through my second pint when I looked up to see a woman slide in to the other side of my table. I sighed too audibly and was about to get a little edgy when I noticed her red and sad eyes. And here we go...

"Hi. Sorry to bother you. Do you mind if I join you?" she asked so quietly I could hardly make out the words. And there went my peaceful evening. I couldn't help but notice that she glanced furtively towards the door.

Another sigh and I replied, "Well, I'm not going to be the best conversationalist you've ever known. I've had one hell of a week."

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Tell me about it. I've had a pretty rough one too."

As I looked more closely in the low light, I could tell that she was very pretty, with long dark hair, a lovely face, and her lips were a very pretty red color that matched her long red nails. She must have been about my age, maybe a year or two younger, but it was hard to tell with the shadows the low light. Her eyes were very dark, despite the fact that it looked like she'd been crying. But from what I could see, she was beautiful. She was dressed in a tight black skirt and a nice red long sleeved blouse. She had on black, opaque tights. I couldn't see her shoes so I tried to avoid looking like too much of a savage and avoided looking under the table.

I am a sucker for a sad lady, so I asked her why her week sucked. And then I felt like a complete asshole as her lower lip began to quiver and she welled up with tears.

"Ok. I'm sorry I asked. I really don't want to make it worse, but if you feel like you need to talk, I am a pretty good listener." I said with as much sincerity as I could muster after the week I'd had. I honestly didn't know what to do in this situation, so I finished my IPA and said, "Let's start over. I'm Bo. What's your name?"

She composed herself and said "Sorry. I'm Eve. I shouldn't have bothered you but I am out of options. You are the nicest looking man here..." she smiled slightly, then sheepishly said, "I mean you're nice looking too, but I meant that you look kind. I need a White Knight and you look like someone who is kind. Are you a good guy? I really need a good guy." She again glanced towards the door, then reached in to her purse for a tissue that she used to dry her tears.

I took a deep breath and let it out, holding my hand up, "Ok, hold on Eve. What will you have. I think we're going to need something to drink before this conversation goes any further."

"I haven't been allowed to drink for several years. I don't even know what I would drink. Honestly, I need to get out of here. Do you have a car, or can we go come place that is more safe?"

"What? What do you mean, 'safe'?" I asked.

"I'm sorry to cause you any trouble, but I left my..." there was a long pause as she thought, "apartment. I would rather not be in a public place, if you don't mind. Do you have a place where we could go to talk? I am not trying to be forward, but are we near your home?"

Oh damn... I really didn't need to get involved in this woman's nasty, messy problems.

"Please Bo." her pleading voice was low and desperate. "I really need your help."

My mind scrolled through an internal menu of crazy things she could be caught up in, or running from. None of the options were any good at all. Crazy boyfriend? Or worse, a crazy husband. I glanced at her hand but there was no ring, so maybe boyfriend. Or perhaps she was a hooker running from a pimp, particularly in light of the way she looked. Please, not that. Hell, either way, I hadn't been laid in months and from what I could see, she was hotness personified.

And so I called a Lyft. I honestly don't know why I did it. Maybe I was buzzed after a couple of IPAs, or maybe I just can't help myself when a lady needs help. We were quiet for a few minutes and then I paid our bill, helped her into a raincoat, and we were out the door and in to the car. Within 10 minutes we were dropped at the door to my apartment and I let her in, turning on the lights. As I closed the door I turned to look at her and get a full appraisal of her. I was amazed.

At 6'4" I am a big guy, but this lady was just a couple inches shorter than me in a pair of super hot 4" black heels. Her hair was dark brown and looked very healthy and beautiful with loose curls cascading down over her shoulders and on to her full breasts. My God, her face was so beautiful, even if she was way over made up. Her lips were a deep, rich red color, lined in a slightly darker color, and with a beautiful cupid's bow. Her eyes were lined in very smokey black with long lashes and glamorous, dramatic, thin arched eyebrows that looked drawn on, like a movie star from the silver screen. She even had a beauty mark like Marilyn Monroe. Whew... She was amazing, like a work of art. Even her nails were perfect, long and painted red to match her lips. I felt my heart rate increase and my mouth go dry.

I took her raincoat and hung it in the entry way closet and she set her bag on the bench I had in the entry. Without her raincoat on I could see the full shape of her. Whew. She was spectacular. She couldn't be real with those curves and the tiny waist. She sighed as she noticed me locked up, ogling her.

"I'm very sorry. I don't mean to be a creep." I could feel the heat in my face. Just what I needed is to get all flushed and embarrassed! I felt like a junior high punk with a porn mag. Great.

"It's ok. I suppose that's part of the problem." she nodded. "I suppose I need to get used to it, because I can't change it, but it's hard. I no longer look anything like me."

My mind went a little bonkers with that statement. So, she'd changed over the years?

I tried to compose myself, at least enough to seem like an adult before showing her to the living room. She walked straight to the wall of windows looking out over the city, taking in the view. I couldn't help but notice that she walked beautifully in her heels. So many women try to wear heels but can't walk in them, but Eve moved effortlessly. "Wow, this is such a beautiful view of the city. You have a very nice apartment."

"Thank you. I don't spend a lot of time here as I work too much, but I do appreciate having a place to come home to that feels like a sanctuary. I like to hide from the world when I get a bit of time to myself." Eve visibly relaxed. It was remarkable to see as she turned and smiled and then broke down in to uncontrollable sobs. I went to her and hugged her, trying to rub her back a little, held her and let her cry. She smelled wonderful. I expected my shirt to be covered in her makeup as she rested her cheek on my shoulder, hanging on to me as if for her life, but as she composed herself there was nothing on my shirt and her makeup looked perfect, despite her angry red eyes. I went and got her a box of tissue and she took one, drying up her tears, then very gently blowing her nose, like it hurt. Hmmm...

After Eve had cried herself out, I went and got us each a glass of good bourbon, put a few cubes in each glass, and handed one to her as she sat at the kitchen counter across from me. "If you haven't had any booze in years, this might be a little hot, but it will take the edge off." I took my glass and took a large sip. Eve followed my lead and blew out the hotness of the booze.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just needed to cry a bit."

I felt myself pull back from the whole messy situation. "Eve, why don't you tell me what happened and what's going on. If you don't want to talk, that's ok too. But you asked for my help and I have no idea what helping you even means. If you'd like I can just drive you home."

Eve was silent for a bit, and then nodded and started talking very quietly. "I can't go back with him. Please don't do that. My life has just... well... if I go back, I am very afraid of what will happen next."

"Are you being abused, Eve?"

Eve took a large gulp from her glass and then stood, walking back to the widows. "To be honest with you, I'm embarrassed and I'm afraid to tell anyone about what's happened to me."

"Well, then how can I help you?"

"I know this is a big favor to ask, particularly when you don't even know me or anything. But can I just hide here for now?" Eve turned and looked my way, and her face assumed a desperate, pleading look. "I'm a good cook and an excellent housekeeper. I've been well trained..." her face suddenly looked horrified, and then she corrected herself, "I mean..."

"Well, I am going to guess that you weren't trained to be a housekeeper and cook at a hotel."

Eve shook her head, "No."

So much for backing away from this mess. "Wow. He must have been some kind of monster."

"Yup. Pretty much." Eve sat down in one of the big, comfy chairs, taking another big sip of whiskey.

And there it was. The elephant in the corner of the room was some asshole guy. Nice. And this beautiful creature, right here in front of me, was damaged goods.

"I'm going to assume that this guy was the controlling type and he pretty much had you as a pet." I knew this was pushing her pretty far, and maybe I was even being a bit mean. But she was running away, and hiding, from this guy. Oh man, was I in over my head.

Then Eve just started talking. "When I first met him he was really nice. He was older than me by about 8 years, but I thought he was cool. He has a very nice car and a nice home. I was only 18 at the time. That was nearly four years ago. I had moved to Portland from a little town over in southeast Oregon. I was working as a barista at the time, and Rob would come in and get his coffee every morning. Then one day he asked me out to a concert, and I would have said no, but it was my favorite band. So I went out with him. He had somehow managed to get the best seats in the place... right up front. Well, that was an amazing evening. So when he asked me out to dinner a few days later I felt like I should go out with him. Before long we were going out and hanging out a lot, and then we had sex, and everything changed. Within a week he had moved me in with him, and his apartment was so nice. So I just let it happen."

"You're young and beautiful, and you've got your whole life ahead of you. It's not too late to..."

And then Eve took crying to a whole new level. Wow. She cried with full, body racking sobs. Once again I felt like an asshole, but had no idea why. I went to her, took a knee in front of her chair and I hugged her up and held her. Eventually she began to take long breaths, trying to calm herself down. I looked down at her and realized that she was in dire need of tissues. Agh! I quickly ran to the bathroom and got a box of tissues for her. She wiped at her face and blew her nose, again very gently.

She looked at me and cry-laughed a little. "Well, at least my makeup never runs or gets messy!"

Ummmmm... what? "Your makeup is permanent? Wow. And does your nose hurt? You act like your nose is painful to blow."

"Yeah, my nose hurts. He had it pierced up inside. There's some kind of metal lining to the hole, but that's pretty new. It all started when he had my makeup done permanently. That was about 6 months after we were living together. There is no changing it. He said he dreamed of having me wake up looking perfect. It started very tastefully. Then he wanted it slightly darker, and then darker, then my eyes were lined all the way around by a tattoo artist so it would never fade. Then he wanted me to have permanent lipstick, and then he wanted it darker, and then he added even darker liner around my lips. Then he wanted my brows permanently removed and he wanted my brows tattooed black, in high, thin arches. I asked for not so high and not black, but a tasteful brown brown color. He was furious and he beat me for the first time. I couldn't believe how angry he got, so I just gave in. He'd only kicked me in my back and legs, but it hurt, and I learned. I realized too late that it was easier to just let him have things his way. So, he changed me. Soon I had these crazy, thin, black eyebrows that make me look like everything is a surprise, and then my eyes were made much darker and even shaded in, like eyeshadow. Then he removed all of the hair on my entire body. That was a process that took many months, between the permanent makeup and hair removal process. But now there is not a hair that isn't on my head, other than eyelashes. He had those medically lengthened and thickened. I know I look like a cross between a porn star and a drag queen. He liked that, but became so jealous and possessive that he wouldn't even let me go out to get groceries, let alone keep my job. I became more and more isolated, and any friends I had were long gone. Honestly, I never did have any close friends here in Portland."

She paused to finish her bourbon then handed the glass to me and said, "May I please have some more. He wouldn't let me drink or do anything he didn't want me to. Anyway, I am starting to feel a little drunk, and I want more of that feeling right now."

I got up and walked in to the kitchen and filled both of our glasses, pouring more than I did the first time. Then I added cubes and returned to her, handing her a glass and pulling another chair to face her. I let out a long, slow breath and said, "Well, you've had a tough go of it."

"It got pretty scary. After he finished with my face and all of the hair removal, I thought he would be done. But it wasn't even close to over." she said, "About a 1 1/2 years after I had moved in with him, he told me that I needed larger tits. He actually said it like that. 'You need bigger tits.' I just went along with it. He paid for all of it, and set the schedule and whatnot. So I just went along with it. After a couple of months my breasts were healed and I thought they looked full and nice, and then he had them injected to make them ridiculously large. I now wear a DD bra, and I can tell you, I never, ever thought that would happen. I feel like such an idiot as I tell you all of this. How did I let this happen to me? It just slowly happened, one thing at a time. The hardest thing was the first permanent makeup session. After that I figured I was already changed. What did another change matter? Then he took it to a whole new level last month." She took another large gulp of bourbon.

"I was at home one Friday, cleaning like he wanted things done, and he walked in and told me to shower. I didn't ask why, but did as I was told. I started to think that maybe I had earned a night out, like another great concert or something really fun! I dressed in my best dress and did my hair all pretty. Then I put on pretty earrings and nylons. I was going to please him. But then I put on a pair of flats. He was very unhappy and he threw away all of my shoes that were not heels. He got rid of anything lower than the pair I have on now. Now all of my shoes are locking, like these." And I noticed that they were, indeed, locked. There was a tiny padlock on each heel. Holy shit. This guy was something else. I felt my guts tighten even more, even trying to imagine what her life must have been like. "Yep! He chooses what I will wear and then locks me all up."

"So, anyway, I thought we were going out, but he said I didn't appreciate his efforts enough. All hell broke loose and finally I asked him how I could make it up to him. He went and got a cup of something and told me to drink it. I woke up the next day and my nipples and pussy was on fire. It was so painful. My right breast, my pussy and my asshole stung terribly, like a horrible carpet burn." she chuckled, "Sorry, that was a little too graphic." She shook her head, tears running down her face.

"Anyway, I think I passed out, or maybe just went back to sleep to avoid the pain. I woke much later and everything hurt too much to sleep. I remember trying to get up to pee, and then realized I had a catheter in. I knew he'd done something terrible, but I still had no idea what, exactly. When I asked him what he had done, he said that he'd taken matters in to his own hands and had beautified my body like he wanted to see it, and made sure I would never be able to cheat on him."

Eve paused and took a deep breath. She looked at me, took a deep gulp of whiskey and said, "The rest is pretty nasty and pretty personal. I will tell you if you really want to know. I am asking you, no, I'm begging you to trust me and let me in to your home. Bo, the thing is, he said that all of that had been Phase 1 of his project. All of that!! I was completely changed... DISFIGURED!! And that was Phase 1!! And he still wouldn't let me see what he had done to my body." Eve took another big gulp of the bourbon.

Then in a very small voice she said, "I knew I had to run before he got to Phase 2 or 3 or 4. After about a week I began to be able to walk and get around the house and he had a lady checking on me and she removed my catheter. I began to get really worried, so I ran when he was at work. He had left a key just in case of a dire emergency, like if the building caught on fire, so I figured this was about as big an emergency as I could imagine. So I left. I walked until I found the bar, and saw you in that corner booth."

She finished her bourbon, and looked at me like she was debating a third glass when I said, "Eve, you might want to wait on any more booze to see how it sits. We don't need you getting sick." I watched her change slightly and I could almost see her give in to me. She actually lowered her head and looked meek. Oh shit.

"Hey, I am not trying to boss you around. I am just being a friend and keeping you happy and safe. I am not going to do to you what that guy did and rule you." I said to reassure her.

"Thanks Bo. I know you didn't mean it that way, but I am in the habit. Thanks for understanding."

We were quiet for a minute, both of us working through so many thoughts bouncing around, then I said, "So, have you even had a chance to see what he did to you, or are you still in the dark too?"

"I know some of what he did because... well... I couldn't avoid it." Eve shook her head and sighed, "Well, I guess I might as well tell you..." she covered her face with her hands, "I have a locking metal plate covering my entire... lily. I'm not quite sure how it is attached but there are several, I think 5, little padlocks through my skin down there. And my nipples each have a ring in them. The rings are pretty big. Both of my nipples are tattooed to look like red flowers, and my right breast is covered with floral tattooing that flows up on to my shoulder. So is my pussy, but I am not sure about the extent of it down there or what it all is. I think it goes back to my backside. The nurse Rob had visiting would rub some kind of ointment on everything each day. I brought the ointment with me when I ran. I can try to do that myself now. I don't want it to get infected" Her head sagged to her chest in shame.