Author's note: All characters in this story are over 18. Their ages are stated within the story.
I appreciate some readers don't enjoy this type of scene setting, regarding it as a 'spoiler'. If you are of that mind, then you might want to wait for Chapter 1, which tells the story from the beginning. I wrote it this way to help get the varying personalities of the women straight in my head.
Paradise obtained
Prologue -- Tuscany
Let me paint a picture of what paradise is like, or at least my idea of it. It is a warm late summer evening in the Italian mountains. I am relaxing in the living room of my luxury villa in Toscana -- Tuscany if you prefer. I have just completed a perfect meal, taken with half a dozen beautiful women of my harem -- three others are busy elsewhere in the building.
I must confess that my harem was not attracted to me by my looks or personality, which are average at best, or my wealth, which is now considerable. Rather they really had no choice, because I have developed a power of mind-control -- as I shall explain in more detail later -- and my women are, I suppose, most accurately described as my slaves. However, not unhappy or badly treated ones, I hope.
It is the first evening after my arrival and also that of most of my harem, from their various duties around the world. We will be together for three weeks before we must temporarily part once more. Leaving the servants to clear away the meal, my concubines and I have retired to relax. Let me introduce them.
Three of my women are sat on a large couch watching satellite TV on a giant television screen. It is showing the highlights of a women's one day international cricket match between England and Australia held earlier that day.
Centre stage among the viewers is taken by a young blonde woman with a pronounced Australian accent. She has her boots on the coffee table, and a can of lager clasped in her right hand. She is providing a running commentary of her thoughts on the proceedings, a mixture of knowledgeable views on the match situation (but somewhat biased in favour of the Aussies) and lascivious observations on the physical attractiveness of the players and which ones she would like to fuck.
This is Millie Parsons, 23, born in Sydney, Australia, late of the Australian army. Her blonde hair, worn in a pixie cut, matches her blue eyes. She is wearing dog tags, an army camouflage top, a very short skirt and army style socks and boots. This may sound unattractive, but actually the ensemble shows off her 5'5", 122 lb, curvaceous, (36B/25/36) body to good effect. Her official position in my little business empire is Manager, South Pacific. More importantly she is fifth recruited of my nine sex slaves.
As a digression, I will note that Millie was a lesbian when I met her, and her natural inclinations still go in that direction, with the exception of me of course. But then most of my girls were straight before they met me. It made no difference. They are all bi now, just as I have instructed them to be.
On her left is Millie's best friend in the harem, Tasha Jones. She is not as loud as her friend, but makes astute observations from time to time in response to Millie's ongoing diatribe. Her knowledge of cricket may seem surprising, as she hails from the island of St. Johns in the US Virgin Islands. However, she explained to me once that, while her mother is from St Johns, her father is a native of Barbados and she was raised with sound knowledge of this curious English game.
Physically she is a direct contrast to her friend, having dark hair and brown eyes and skin, compared to Millie's blondeness and pale complexion, but she equally beautiful and sexy. Tasha is 22, 5'7" and is manager of my West Indian interests as well as sex slave number eight. In line with her Caribbean origins her drink is white rum and Coke, the glass resting on a small table to her left. Tasha is dressed casually in a blue top, brightly patterned slacks and flip-flops. The clothing hugs her 128lb, 35B/28/39 figure closely.
Completing this desirable trio is Ilse Hoffmann, the very first recruit to my harem, manager of the villa we are currently enjoying and so our host for the three weeks of this gathering. Coming from Hannover in Germany, she clearly has no idea what is going on in the match and sits with a puzzled expression as she seeks to work it out, sipping occasionally at a glass of chilled white wine.
Ilse is wearing a red T-shirt, pink jeans and high heeled shoes, which don't disguise her 34C/24/33 figure. She has a mass of artfully arranged blonde hair, lighter, as well as longer, than Millie's, and light blue eyes. Ilse is 24, 5'6", 118 lb and -- like all my girls -- smoking hot.
I now pull my eyes away from this pleasing display of pulchritude, and look to my right through the open patio doors out onto the terrace, still illuminated by the setting sun. Two of my women are out there, deep in business conversation.
Seated on a metal chair, a laptop open on the table before her, is Megan Cook, my Head of Communications. The first thing that catches my eye is her mop of flaming red hair. This colour, it must be admitted, is not genuine, as Megan is naturally a brunette. However, I had no redhead in my harem, so she got given the role. Besides, I think the colour compliments her green eyes.
Standing next to her, leaning forward to point out something on the computer screen, is Georgia Harding, my PA and general right-hand woman. This stance is somewhat distracting, as although at first sight Georgia is in relatively demure attire, her dress is extremely short and I am getting a superb view of her shapely backside through the sheer black tights she is wearing.
Pulling myself together, here are a few facts about these two beauties. Both are Americans, Megan from Dayton, Ohio and Georgia from Fresno, California. Both are extremely bright, and I have stolen each from a promising career to be my sex slaves, Georgia being my third recruit and Megan my seventh. Megan is 24, 5'6", 121lb and 37C/26/37. Georgia is 21, 5'5", 112lb, blonde haired and blue eyed, with a 34B/24/34 figure.
They are currently discussing the finer points of the new website Megan has designed to sell lettings of my various properties when I am not in residence. I have five homes, all large and luxuriously furnished and located in beautiful and romantic parts of the world -- here in Tuscany, Italy; in the Carpathians, Romania; amongst the mountains of Hokkaido, Japan; on a beautiful tropical island in the Fijian chain, South Pacific; and finally, on another gorgeous island in the Virgin Isles, Caribbean.
Each is run by one of my girls as manager, with local staff. I, and as many of the rest of my harem as are free from other duties, travel between the properties. Georgia, and now Svetlana, are always with me. Five times a year we all gather at one of my houses for three weeks, so I can enjoy all my girls together and they can likewise meet and fuck all their friends.
Tonight, Megan is wearing a green T-shirt and leggings, a short red skirt, red trainers and glasses. The effect is 'sexy-geek'. Georgia is clad in a grey one-piece with the short black dress over it, sheer black tights and black high heels. She looks cool and professional and yet decidedly fuck-able.
Leaving them to their deliberations for the moment I finally turn my gaze to the girl who is sharing the smaller of the couches in the room with me. This is Svetlana Bondarenko, my ninth and most recent recruit -- Lana for short, and soon to be Mrs Matthew Mitchell.
Yes, Lana is engaged to me and proudly wears a diamond engagement ring on her left hand. Naturally, it doesn't strike her as odd that she wants to marry me even though it is only 11 weeks since we first met. The fact I am ten years her senior in age doesn't worry her. Nor is she jealous that I will be continuing to fuck my other girls as and when I want -- she regards this as obvious and proper and they are, after all, her friends and lovers as well.
No, Svetlana just sits beside me, her arms around me and gazes up at my face, all blind love and adoration. I am going to have to tone that down a bit eventually, as it is starting to get a bit cloying, but for the moment I am rather enjoying it.
