Episode 13: SHarEholder

“Land Ho!”

“You heard the Captain, Ho ... land.” Oscar Barnett pointed as he sat next to his wife Esperanza, freshly dressed after cleaning up from her adventurous sex at sea. Twice she was nailed by their bodyguard Randolph, once instigated privately below deck while Oscar was busy helping steer the large touring vessel. Allowing the good captain to fuck his wife into a blubbering mess on deck right beside his fishing perch, she enjoyed her day in the sun.

“You refer to me as a ho?”

“We all know the truth Esperanza, no need to deny that fact. I told you; I knew long before we met what you were capable of. Even that lil’ rendezvous with Randolph down below, you really think he wouldn’t fess up? I pay his Black Ops asset too good to go and betray me.”

She lowered her eyes out of defeat, “It is I who have betrayed you.”

“Not the first time.” Head tilted Oscar glared at her from an angle making her squirm in her seat. She knew that he was aware of her connection to his son Tyson back in Texas, one he also allowed rather than get angry over it. What he didn’t know was her giving another of his son’s Wiley a blowjob in his bedroom doorway. At least she presumed he didn’t know, yet. Perhaps he did. This was her opportunity to fess up and build upon a trust.

“Husband? Forgive me, I am used to getting what I want.”

“Part of why I married you. As you know I ALWAYS get what I want.”

“You are a very deep man, Husband.”

“Yep! Deep blue see! Don’t drown!” He tapped his left temple alluding to his big blue eyes. “You want my money, and the power to do as you please. I told you I’d make you happy and I will. Long as you make me happy. I can read your guilt Esperanza, don’t think I don’t know about you on your knees gobblin’ my boy, Wiley. Reminds me I need to pay Las Vegas a visit and put you on a craps table. Blow more than my dice for luck.”

“I was prepared to admit this guilt. Why do you not let me confess my shame?”

“You take too long. Let me make something clear before we step out on those docks up ahead. I own you, body and soul. Do I truly love you? Like the dickens, pardon the pun.” He winked yet remained stern in expression, “You having sex with others is something I enjoy watchin’. When I know you’re happy, I’m happy. Plenty more where Randy and Ron come from Esperanza. The holes get moles.” She had no clue exactly what that meant but guessed. She presumed correctly.

“I will inform you of my desires going forward, Husband, and await you to allow me to partake.”

“Nonsense! Take what you want woman. Just understand that on occasion you’ll be seducin’ some business clients of mine. No arguing.”

“I shall not argue.”

“This here honeymoon nest is gonna test you, Esperanza. Prove yourself or I’ll divorce you and leave you with nothin’. I’ll even take that dime.”

“You would do this knowing my love for you?”

“We Texans know how to cut a rope if the bull is too full of shit.”

“How must I prove myself?”

“The word no is forbidden.”

“As you wish.”

“Slip up and say that word even once the rest of your days with me and you can go back to South America and return to your lousy life there.”

“I lived well.” If not in fear, “I gave Maria a very good life in Cartagena, unlike most single mothers.”

“Whoring yourself out to wealth.”

“I had what they desired, Husband. It is what you were attracted to if I am not mistaken.”

“You got me there. I fell for that sly grin at the corner of your mouth the second I saw you.”

“Before or after I licked up the cum of my client. I had just finished him off when you came into the club.” Peripheral detection!

“I reckon after. I didn’t get a good look at you until your face left his pecker.”

“May we conclude then that it was an afterthought?”

“I suppose so. I chose you to accompany me to my hotel room. You won me over by sunrise.”

“You stayed longer than you intended. This is what captured my attention. Even I need love, Husband.”

“You took a chance on me. Allowed me to meet your daughter. Hearing how you hid her away so, proved that you didn’t want secrets from me.”

“I would never abandon Maria for any man. To be with you she would become a part of your life as well, a suitable father that I had long denied her.”

“And I plan on being her daddy. I never had me a daughter as you know. Bet on my spoiling your youngun.”

“Yet, I fear...” She held her breath and looked at him with hesitance to finish her sentence. As good of a swimmer as she was, there were certainly much larger sharks than Oscar here in the deep blue that she could also see.

Captain Ron interrupted her insinuation, probably for the best when he delicately tooted a horn to guide interest to the dock platform. Easing in to moor, Randolph tossed the ropes to a pair of burly natives wearing only swimming trunks, their bulges formidable beneath such skimpy material. Esperanza noticed their beasts as they stood up from tying the boat to large poles. Helping her to her feet Oscar pulled her to his chest and kissed her on the lips. Upon parting inhales, he sighed at his energetic emotion “Don’t think for one second I don’t love you.” Forehead to forehead he whispered, “No matter what happens while we’re here. Is that clear Wife?”

“Yes, Husband. I will trust you.”

Another round of sweltering kisses gave the welcoming committee time to venture from the shore out to the dock. Once the two lovers peeled away from one another Oscar looked up at his relaxed looking old friend. “ARCHIBALD!” Above him stood a thin, reasonably tall man in a floral button-down shirt and white shorts. He had dark brown hair well-groomed to accompany a thin white peppered beard.

“Welcome to Fantasy Island.” He swooped his arms out as if the traditional Mr. Rourke from the original TV show. “I’ve stolen the phrase. It works here, don’t you think? This is the lovely Esperanza that you speak so highly of?”

She sheepishly smiled, somehow doubting that to be the case. Noting Archie motion for the dock hands to claim their luggage, brought up by Randolph from below deck, Esperanza felt a chill for some reason. Passing them over Archie pulled the muscular man who held Esperanza’s suitcases aside, whispering into his ear. In a blur the man understood and stepped to the water’s end section of the dock before casting her luggage over into the water and let them float away. Esperanza in awe of his actions squealed at their loss. “HUSSSSBANNNND?”

“You won’t be needin’ your things.”

“Why?”

More native islanders ventured onto the dock as Oscar’s luggage alone is taken away. Guiding Esperanza up into awaiting arms everyone debarked the boat save for Captain Ron. Once Oscar stood behind Esperanza, Archie introduced himself properly, kissing her hand. She had a hard time meeting eyes with him for whimpering at her lost luggage.

“Get on with it Arch.” Oscar smirked.

Stepping back Archie motioned three men behind him to move closer. Surrounding Esperanza as Oscar joined Randolph further back, she had a panic attack. Knives were being pulled out of their trunk sheaths, very large knives.

“Please! No sudden moves, Mrs. Barnett.” Archie prompted her as the men aggressively gripped her arms and throat. Knives set about severing her dress from her perfect body, tossing the remains of ripped away clothing into the water alongside her luggage. With only her heels left on Archie stepped to her imprisoned presence, gripping her chin to enforce their locked gaze. “This will be all that you are allowed to wear while on my island.” He shared a collar with her, “Cover up in any fashion and you will be severely punished.” A black collar is attached and locked to her exquisite neckline, a white carved cameo directly in front of her throat for an attractive accent. On the cameo was the unique brand of Oscar’s cattle back home, that of a longhorn steer head with a bold letter B on its forehead. Bullheaded!

“Punished? Husband? What is the meaning of this?” She spoke as she was aggressively lifted up by her captors to remove her heels, they too went into the sea. Nude she was.

“Take her to the bungalow.” Oscar ignored her. Instead, he allowed Esperanza to witness him step around her and move toward the end of the dock where two beautiful naked blonds equally as perfect as Esperanza herself stood oiled up just as Oscar had requested back on the main island. Randolph following him left her behind. Even an exceptionally muscular woman, a definite bodybuilder followed them away as glossy as the other two beauties. Certainly, this was Brunhilda.

Encouraging Esperanza along the men who had shredded her dress forced up the sandy beach and into an awaiting small cage on the bed of an older model pickup truck. Locked inside Esperanza gripped the bars weeping. “Noooo!” There it was. A walkie talky crackled to life sparking Oscar’s voice, “I heard that. What did I say about that word no?”

“HUSBAND PLEASE! It was the shock of everything. Please do not leave me.”

“Punish her.”

A man in charge lifted a tiny remote and pushed a button, instantly a jolt of electricity coursed through her body from the cameo sending her toppling to the truck bed on her back. As soon as the jolt faded, she wept, “What have I done?”

Maria came to mind.

Texas! Longhorn Manor! Middle of no man’s land, except on a two-hundred-year-old deed.

Maria Blanco lay in Owen Barnett’s bed wide awake. After the fact, she had just lost her virginity to her new stepbrother just a day ago, having endured him a second time it was much more fun. So far only Owen had taken her sexually, she wondered what her other brothers would be like in bed. Wanting desperately to become a woman in her mind she allowed it. So, she considered it that technically Owen took what he wanted and made it appear as her choice. Oh, she screamed bloody murder, bloody indeed. He was forced to bathe her in the tub that she had lost it in, as well as change his bedding before they could rest comfortably.

With her own bedroom haunted she begged to stay with him a second night. Yet, the more she lay there in Owen’s strong arms the more she missed her ghosts. If she only knew those ghosts were fabricated by Matthew Barnett. He was utilizing hologram technology he had bought from a local special effects company that he had long ago invested in. For all intents and purposes his late Aunt Harriet was becoming Maria’s new best friend. Slowly! She still feared the unknown after male ghosts fucked her spirit, her hologram so very hard. Now the spectral men, they were very intimidating. Imaginary? Ehhhh!

Having to pee Maria carefully peeled her flesh from Owen’s side, amazed yet frightened by the fact that even in his slumber Owen Barnett still had a lingering erection. From her kneeling position next to him she explored his body in the moonlight seeping through his skylight above his bed. He was so strong, and his body very chiseled, even for a girl who had never been around men before the Barnett boys she was drawn to it. Subtle caresses over his six pack abs gave her goosebumps, each breath he took made her fear touching him, finally her bladder forced her to take her leave.

Closing his bathroom door so as not to disturb him she turned on the light and limped to the toilet sitting down to tinkle. It was almost painful to pee, her body adjusting to having been ripped wide to accept his monstrous cock. The sensations of his fucking her were still present in the form of imagination. Painful yes, glorious once it was all said and done. Processing everything took a while, but it was sinking in that her new life was to become what men desired. She felt that in order to be a woman of mind and body that she needed to follow every lesson her brothers taught. While terrifying in some respects, even she had to conclude that it was beautiful, this thing they called sex. Wet humping was rather fun.

Even the white devil pouring freely out of men proved that she was the master, mistress over it. The ooze listened to her when she commanded it to come to her, it was a magical trait. For one so very naïve Maria felt good about herself. Fear was a fleeting coward. She was determined to be a woman before her mother came home ... or else. Her only dissolution was why it was taking so long. It was as if her brothers wanted to keep her from being an adult, when technically she was not. She was sixteen if barely, yet her actions, her appearance, even her tone of voice often proved otherwise. Either way, she adored her new brothers.

Orgasms were new to her, this past week experiencing them more and more often in some fashion. This night with Owen was the most intense yet, there were long moments of pause in expression, then even longer channels of bubbly smiles. Her body felt remarkable, the actions of sex were just as her brothers had spoken, once she let herself be wet humped, she would want it all the time. They were not wrong.

Washing her hands after peeing she turned out the light and crept back to bed. Standing at the foot watching Owen sleeping on his back her eyes adjusted to the darkness. There it was again; his dick was as hard as it was when they wet humped. Mesmerized by it she wondered, “Is he still in pain? Has the white devil returned already? My brothers did say it sometimes attacks them two or three times a day. Should I...” She wanted to help Owen, yet he was snoring soundly, waking him might bring on agony. Perhaps it was better to let him rest.

“I want to be cuddled.” She pouted, tempted to crawl back under his arm, yet that could potentially hurt him if she jarred him awake under such a big erection. With a sigh she tiptoed away toward his bedroom door and left Owen to his pleasant dreams. There were other brothers to cuddle with.

The hallway was lit up in a low glow of electrical wall mounted torches giving her enough vision to see by. Exploring her options she saw darkness under Jacob’s doorway, Tyson she knew was away on business. Wiley’s threshold was dark, but she knew he was a night owl; it was possible he was downstairs in the family room. Matthew might still be awake as well, he required less sleep than his brothers, working diligently from home on cases for the FBI. She would go downstairs and see.

In passing her bedroom she stopped, rubbing her arms against a light chill. Tempted to enter her room she touched her doorknob. Just before turning it, the knob turned itself beneath her faint grasp. Gasping at the knowledge it was not of her doing she found her door easing open of its own volition. Within she saw her television glaring a snowy static. Afraid to enter she whimpered until she heard that buzzing like bees. Now it was accompanied by very low pitch birds similar to the canary her Nanny often brought over to entertain Maria growing up. Birds and bees, what a combination, one that went right over her head. Seeing the fuzzy lighting from her television she found the courage to whisper, “Aunt Harriet?”

“I am here, Sweet One.” She heard which offered a loving tone, reassuring even. “I told you I would look in on you. Come! Let us talk.”

“Are your friends here too?” She worried more about all the naked ghosts that gangbanged poor Aunt Harriet the last time she stood inside this room.

“No child. They are elsewhere. I am alone. You sound troubled.” Concern let Maria risk stepping into her bedroom, expecting her door to close and lock behind her it surprised her when it remained open. “You may come and go as you please. Have no fear, I will always look after you. We girls must stick together.”

As if Harriet was real, unknown to Maria this whole scenario was Matthew Barnett using holograms to recreate porn images yet transplanting Harriet’s features over the porn star he was utilizing. Matthew wasn’t really as Bond villain evil as he sounded, but he did always find ways to get the job done. His job being to prepare Maria to be a good little sex partner for he and his family. His father in particular, if any were evil, it was more than likely Oscar. Immense wealth gets a man whatever his soul desires, he had Maria’s mother, he wanted her daughter too. The fact that Maria was one of the most beautiful young women on the planet only added to their lust. Maria being clueless to society only assisted them in their training.

Shuffling out in front of her TV she observed the snowy vision of Harriet. This was in her crossover state between Heaven and Earth Matthew would tell Maria in Harriet’s doctored voice. Using his own voice to exchange words with her.

“I let Owen wet hump me.” Maria shyly revealed. Of course, he knew, but Harriet did not. Well, she did, you get the twisted scheme.

“You did? I am proud of you Maria. How did it feel?”

“It hurt really bad at first. I screamed a lot. Owen is really, really big.”

“A family curse I fear.” Harriet revealed, “Most all of the Barnett bloodline were well hung. All save for Cousin Beavis; his pinky was dinky. Also, quite the butthead.”

“Well hung? I do not understand, their dicks never hang down, they’re always standing up.”

“That means you are doing something right, Maria. Men who are attracted to you will always look that way. The white devil within them only preys upon that. When men get hard and erect the devil uses them, creates a pain that will not end until it has been purged.”

“I know. I get the white devil to come out all the time. I think it likes me.”

“Then you must keep up the good work, Maria. I learned a very long time ago that it was my job to help men, you take so much after me, almost as if we were truly related.”

“I am a member of this family now. Therefore, you and I are family.”

“That is true. You are so very smart, Maria. I am sorry that my friends scared you before. They tend to show up unexpectedly, they cannot resist taking me. I so adore sex. It is our mission in life, and afterlife.”

“Sex is wet humping?” She was finally connecting dots even if her brothers somewhat hinted around that, that was what sex really was.

“Yes, Dear! There are many things you can learn from your brothers. Even your new father. Oscar Barnett is a very loving man, set in his ways but strong and demanding.”

“He loves my mommy.”

“Of course, he does. He loves you as well.”

“My brothers tell me that I will need to show what I’m learning to Oscar. It will be him that decides if I am a woman or still a girl.”

“Never wish to grow old, Maria. A woman will come when you least expect it. Enjoy your youth, as you let men enjoy your youth. I did not become a woman until I was 25.” Matthew fought off chuckling after saying that.

“25? I just turned 16. Noooo! I want to be a woman now.” She stomped her bare foot on the carpet.

“Patience, my Sweet. Tantrums will only prove to men that you are not ready to be a woman. You must learn all things having to do with becoming a woman, not just sexually, although that should be your priority. Rescuing men, feeling good about yourself, sharing your passion, easing the pain and sorrow of men should be your center. Touch is the key. Emotional adoration is what will get you far in your quest.”

“Emotional adoration?”

“Yes, kiss them, touch them, hold them as you want to be held. Learn to make men desire you even if they are distracted by something else. It is often called seduction; I call it requirement. In my former life I would go after them, show them that I was more important than anything else. I must go Maria; I have overstayed my time on this mortal realm. Go now and try what I have told you. Seek out one of your brothers and demand attention without being forceful. Respect is everything, merely let them know you are in need as well.”

“I will try. Will I see you again?”

“I will always be nearby, even if I am unable to commune. There are only certain times of any day that offer windows to this world. I will find you. I will...” Harriet was gone, Maria’s TV shutting off and leaving Maria sad.

“I will miss you, Aunt Harriet.” She spoke to the void. Matthew heard her well. It hit him like a brick her sudden attachment to a ghost. Strangely, he nearly choked up, using that moment to pour himself a Cognac and set back at his father’s desk. Knowing his game had to proceed for his father, he would see it to its end, yet it certainly did make him uneasy. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as the prey he took down as an FBI profiler.

Back in Fiji! Fantasy Island for some, but definitely not for Esperanza Barnett.

It was a long grueling ride to the interior of the island, jolted first into submission by her collar, then tossed about by bumpy paths into the jungle. She bawled her eyes out at just how stupid she was. Oscar Barnett was obviously an animal. Yet, he seemed so dashing, so caring, she could not resist him upon first sight. Strangely, it wasn’t even his billionaire status that drew her to him. She loved his rugged compassion. Now? Her brain was just on survival mode.