Episode 16: RIPtied

“That’s the spot, Hilda.”

Billionaire Oscar Barnett lie outstretched on a massage room table. He hadn’t had a decent rubdown since Colombia where he purchased his new bride’s talents. This was before knowing the stunning Esperanza Blanco enough to pop the question. A whirlwind romance caught them both off balance, she always looking for a better life but too proud to settle for less than she knew her presence was worth. High paid goddess and leveled reputation tended to have high expectations. Escaping the past required money and stability, especially when you had a young daughter to think about. Oscar learned of Maria his first week there in Cartagena. Sweeping Esperanza off of her heels with an offer she could not refuse spooked her.

A 16-year-old daughter could not be left behind. Her greatest treasure, her worst mistake Esperanza kept Maria away from society. Faith in Oscar was a once in a lifetime choice and she bit. Regret was there but she somehow knew things would right themselves. Even under the conditions she found herself in here in Fiji. A pleasant honeymoon had become a nightmare scenario but not even her new husband knew exactly how tough the woman was. He would learn to trust; she would learn how better to get what she wanted. It was a match made in heathen! A he said, she said worship! Tough love at its finest!

A massively large, very endowed, Norwegian woman cracked his back with precision. After a few more alignments to his vertebras, she began oiling the elderly cowboy up with warm relaxing oil. Her efforts exceeding beyond his muscles now, Oscar withdrew into his thoughts, wondering how his new bride, primitively annulled for the time being, was holding up under the care of her unconventional shrink, Dr. Rachel Koch.

Her welfare did bother him, he certainly did not want Esperanza hurt, the whole thing was a well-orchestrated plan to be certain of her complete loyalty, that he literally owned her soul. Saying he did on her part was just not enough. He needed proof. Oscar would get that proof or Esperanza’s stay here on Archibald’s island would be extended until she was broken like a wild filly. Something Oscar knew all too well.

Relaxed by Brunhilda’s rough yet sensual grip Oscar nearly fell asleep, until her fingers began rubbing between his legs a bit too close to anal discretion. As a hardcore Alpha male, he didn’t take too lightly to any invasion of his personal space. “Outdoors only Hilda. No revolving door on this ole’ boy’s part if you know my meanin’.” Saying nothing Hilda bypassed his anus and fulfilled her duty over the rest of his fleshy domain. She rarely spoke, trained to follow orders rather than carry any meaningful conversations.

Strangely he was tempted to hire her as a second bodyguard to back up Randolph. The woman was tough, that part was easy to see, yet soft to the touch when ordered. The longer she massaged him the more he pondered on that idea. He could see her in a Secret Service style suit with a gun. Professionally speaking she looked the type who might even take a bullet for her owner. Food for thought.

“Rollin’ over Hilda! Don’t be shy.” He chuckled turning on the table to let her view exactly why he was from the longhorn state of Texas. Nothing new to her, she had seen, rubbed, sucked, and fucked some mighty big boys in her 27 years of objectivity as much as captivity. Still, Oscar Barnett was likely the biggest so far exceeding a foot-long-plus in its regal purple hue. At his age most big dicks would be a tad less willing to stand tall, not Oscar, he was made of steel in every way. Stubborn, sturdy, and more than worthy. Eying his erection arching to greet her notice Brunhilda smiled at Oscar while applying oil to his chest. “Hilda darlin’? Why are you wearin’ leather straps when you should be wearin’ nothin’ at all?”

Pausing to dry her hands on a towel Hilda performed a well-rehearsed routine of stripping off what little she did have on. A massive 38D set of silicone breasts toppled free and generously shared thick meaty nipples. Archibald’s gift for her anniversary of service here on the island, they were perfectly balanced without a scar in sight to ruin her. Chiseled abs and curvaceous muscles from years of working out, likely with the aid of steroids she was magnificent. Slick as a whistle in her bikini area, an array of piercings led upward from her clit like a metallic runway. Posing for him in not just beauty but in bodybuilding finesse she applied oil to herself knowing what appealed to her client. Glossy and desirable she observed his expression of approval.

“Very nice Hilda. You should live like that. Who needs clothes I say.” She merely smiled stepping closer with her oil bottle ready to continue her massage. Settling back, he winked up at her. “Stupid question I’m sure, but are you happy here?” Oiling his chest, she avoided eye contact until he reached up with a dominance to slow her hand in its roaming. “Gimme five minutes, that erection of mine isn’t going South anytime soon. Look at me, Hilda.” She complied as always when following a direct order. “I know Arch treats you well here on the island, probably all you’ve ever known. I’m gonna ask you nicely to talk to me.”

“As you wish.” Hilda complimented his desire to talk. Not many people really spoke to her outside of what they demanded.

“That a girl. How long you been here under Archibald’s rule?”

“Since I was 15. I was brought here from Norway along with a number of other girls. He treats me very well.”

“I’m sure he does. What other skills do you have aside the obvious?”

“I began as nothing but a young whore, molded into a slave. Through the years I have risen in stature. I am on a security detail once a week as well.”

“Security, eh? Self-defense as much as just being able to wrestle a rhino?”

“Yes.” She grinned, “That might be a challenge, but I can handle myself. I bench press 450 pounds. Dead lift 520.”

“Weapons training?”

“Some! Jericho has shown me how to throw a knife and use it to handicap an adversary. No firearms are allowed on the island except for the mercenaries my master employs, but I would love to learn how to shoot.”

“Merc like that Jericho fella.”

“Yes. My master allows me to learn to protect him but only with a blade. I am forbidden to practice with a gun.”

“Shame! What would you say if I bought you from Arch and put you to work with my bodyguard Randy?”

“I will only leave my master if he casts me out.”

“Money can make any man take out the trash darlin’. Not sayin’ you are trash. Far from it. I’m fascinated by you, Hilda. I think we can be great friends on the outside world. Any objections if I at least made an offer for ya?”

“I serve my master until he does not wish me to be his.”

“I like your attitude, Hilda. Grant me a simple yes or no to my next question and I’ll let it go dependin’ on your answer.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If I get Arch to release, ya’, you willin’ to be owned by me?”

“I would be honored to be owned.”

“That a, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll talk to Arch before I leave the island. For now, get busy on my dick there. Oil it nice and I’m not talkin’ bout that bottled spit. Show me how much of this here big fella you can swallow.”

Three minutes later she had succeeded what would be thought the impossible, mouth full and her chin pelting his balls. Where in the world did this woman come from taking in a foot long? Definitely a keeper.

“Now this here is an oil well I don’t mind using a big rig on. Worth every penny. Keep on pumpin’ darlin! Keep on pumpin’!”

Brunhilda, more Hildagard! Guard here very soon.

“UP!”

An irritable voice was followed by a shock prod zapping Esperanza Blanco, no longer Barnett, in the ass as she napped on her cot. One jolt was all it took to make her stand up and embrace a leash attached to her locked shock collar about her neck. The man handling her was a tough as nails guard with a definite chip on his shoulder. Esperanza, forced to live nude at all times did not show signs of retaliation, only acceptance of her fate. Pride expressed without waver she let the guard lead her from her cell, and down the corridor leading to the massive indoor training facility she had passed when first incarcerated.

Escorted by the glass she did not even peer down into the bowels to witness others being tortured and sexually abused. She cared nothing for what others endured, only that her husband be impressed and believe in her sincerity. Knowing his will was her only current way of escape she intended to obey and succeed. It was the only way to go home to her daughter. Fearing for her safety meant being cold and expressionless, yet a fury was smoldering within her soul.

Leading Esperanza into a large room all by her lonesome she noted only one simple décor, a leather like mounting device similar to a horse’s saddle with ropes attached to it. Reaching it her caretaker stopped her in front of it. “Lay across the mount.” She complied, her leash removed, and a chain attached in its place to hold her to the device. With very little room to draw back or turn her head she simply awaited her fate. From there the guard attached shorter chains to her wrists until a speaker stopped him.

“Leave her arms free, Leon.” It was the voice of Dr. Rachel Koch. Hearing the door to which she entered reopen and close Esperanza controlled her breathing and poise until the good doctor rounded her prison stock to face her. “Good morning, Esperanza.”

“Doctor Koch.” Esperanza politely spoke acknowledging her.

“Day two. It is time we get down to business. I am allowing you to go unchained on the condition you do not combat your conditions. If you do, the bonds will be quite unpleasant.”

“I will resist nothing, no one.”

“The day is young. Eight hours on the clock Esperanza. Enjoy yourself! Resistance is never the answer.”

“Tell my ... ex-husband I will not fail him.”

“Of course! I will be certain to document your thoughts and enlighten him at the end of the week.”

“Let us begin.” Esperanza shared a sincere gaze. Rachel Koch was not fooled by her attempt. Time would reveal her inner reality. Accompanied by her guard Leon, Rachel left the room for a small office behind one way glass onlooking Esperanza. Turntable controls at her directive, from the angle of the office, she could see everything. The pedestal stock was on a rotation mode so that Koch could witness her slave for every emotion, every defiance. Microphones all around amplified the acoustics of the chamber.

“Proceed!” Rachel spoke into a phone on the wall. Before Esperanza’s eyes a sliding wall opened up and large very buff, reasonably well-endowed men began emerging. Almost funny, each of them went to a time clock and punched in before proceeding to encircle Esperanza. Counting them like sheep the men just kept coming. At twenty they stopped, and the wall closed. Expected to panic Esperanza merely smiled thinking to herself, “Is this all that they have? Pathetic!”

“Wave one? You may engage.” Koch spoke for the room to hear.

In response the men circulated closer and stood in line single file to both sides of her. One after the other the men moved in on the rotating turntable and penetrated Esperanza from behind. She loved sex so this was just a normal day in her mind. As a high paid escort when she lived in Colombia there were nights that she endured many men, so, at the moment this was a cake walk. The fact that the men were not as endowed as Oscar or his sons almost made her want to laugh, but she maintained her pose for the good doctor.

Not wanting to mock Koch’s techniques, let alone give Oscar should he be watching any reason to believe she was not taking him seriously, Esperanza remained calm. After four men she lost a bit of self-control to enjoy the sensations. In the heat of the session, she tried a new tactic of crying out, “I WORSHIP YOU, OSCAR BARNETT!” Over and over during each individual conquest. Within two hours she had ran through her weary ensemble of testosterone, their cum wildly spattering her backside rather than inside her. To the cameras above her she was milky white and stunning.

“Enough Wave One! You may go.” Rachel informed those lingering in wait to be excused. Holding her head up with precision pride Esperanza told Koch, “I WILL NOT FAIL MY MAN! IF HE WILL STILL HAVE ME.”

Lying there over her perch in foreboding silence she pondered upon her daughter back in Texas. What were the Barnett boys doing to her while she wasted away a prisoner here? Her heart was breaking but at the same time an inner furnace lit her way. Even under such a state of mind she kept her expression from showing a brewing hatred. This mistake on her part would not go unpunished. She would bide her time and see just how concerned Oscar really was.

In her soul she felt love for the man yet what he was violating was not only her free will but the innocence of her daughter. Maria never before allowed to be around a man terrified Esperanza. Adapting her to society was a harsh decision to make, yet big money that would offer she and her sweet Maria a better existence was just too tempting. Oscar being older made her feel safe. Obviously, she was wrong. Or was she? Could there be more to the story? Esperanza in her own right was an enigma.

“Wave two you may engage.”

Hearing Doctor Koch, Esperanza looked to the sliding wall and found another 20 men, these men however were far more endowed. To her trained eye not one was less than nine inches. After taking Oscar’s foot long plus, even these cLock suckers should be entertaining at best. Deep breath held; she was once again a lamb to their sLaughter. Her cunt ripped wide by pop can sized girth time after time she howled into the echoing chamber. The fulfillment was amazing.

“Wave three you may join the others.”

Before her watery eyes the wall reopened, and twenty more massive men entered to compliment the twenty already in service. This time however a large box was carried in and rested in front of her leather stockade. Stepping up one by one on the box the lineup took turns ramming their cocks down her throat with a forceful display of attitude. That certainly quieted her down. All day long Esperanza endured her torture.

Toward the end of her forty lovers, she felt the presence of something that froze her soul. A massive cock easily the size of Oscar’s toyed with her anus. This was the first man to go near it which in her mind meant one thing. Is was being kept sacred for something special. Her heart rallied to the tender penetration, thankful considering its incredibly thick nature. She just knew it was Oscar. Forbidding herself to try and look back she gnashed her teeth to compensate the challenge it took to get inside her ass. Becoming lightheaded she shook it off the best she could and moaned, “For you Oscar. For you. ALWAYS!”