The Third Richest Man in the World–Part 2

CHAPTER 5

We had been there for about fifteen minutes–grabbing and groping each other, sucking tits and cunts and my cock—when I saw Mark standing off to the side of the pool. Mark is my Chief of Security; there were signs of concern on his face. I excused myself and climbed quickly out of the pool. I grabbed a towel and walked over to speak with him. “What’s up, Mark?”

“We had a small ship go by about an hour ago. It was in much closer than necessary and it was moving slowly. We may have a problem.”

I clapped him on the shoulder and turned back to the women. “Everyone out…now. That’s it; dry yourselves. I need to speak with you.” I continued about five minutes later when everyone was huddled around me. “What we have here is idyllic—the Garden of Eden here on earth. However, we are not immune to the outside world. There are pirates known to be about a thousand miles to the west. Mark and his men have seen a ship apparently checking us out. We can and will deal with any threat, but I need to know that you are safe. Just imagine what could happen if any of you were taken as prisoners or hostages.

“We’re going to have a drill. Go to your rooms and wait for the alarm claxon. You’ll know it when you hear it. Then I want you to hustle—and I do mean hustle—down to the fitness center. Okay, let’s go.” All the women scrambled up and into the hotel. They knew I was serious. Twenty minutes later the alarm sounded and I timed their arrivals to the gym. In all, everyone had made it in far less than a minute.

“Okay, Sam…you’re on.” Sam pulled down what appeared to be a fire alarm box, pressing her thumb to the glass panel behind. A hidden section of the wall opened and we all walked in. A touch to another panel closed and sealed the door.

“I will program in three other thumbs while we’re here. This is where you’ll stay in the event of an emergency. You can sleep on the couches if necessary and there are some futons in the closet. There are three toilets and two showers, plus every kind of towel or sheet you can imagine. There’s plenty of bottled water and even some canned juice and fruit in the refrigerator. There are nuts and candy bars, also. You are to stay here until either Mark or I or one of his team comes to get you. The walls, floor, and ceiling here are three feet of reinforced concrete, built to resist a 5,000 pound bomb, something a group of pirates will never have. There’s a special ventilating system that guarantees plenty of fresh air.

“I want you to know that we have the means to repel a force of hundreds, if necessary. There are only two places to attack the island—at the dock near the employee dormitory, and along the beach here. Both are protected by reefs and there is a stone barrier that prevents a ship of any size from landing at the dock. Our regular supply ship is required to stop more than a half mile from shore and unload into our shallow-draft tenders. The rest of the island is a vertical stone cliff almost a hundred feet high and the water below is extremely treacherous. Only an idiot would attack us there.

“We have sophisticated radar, torpedoes, and two Gatling guns and a naval five-inch gun among other things. All the employees—men and women alike– have arms training and practice weekly under Mark’s supervision.”

“Why haven’t we heard anything, Master?” It was Carrie who spoke.

“Because the training all takes place underground. On top this looks just like a resort for the wealthy, but underneath it’s like a military base. I became responsible for you when I invited you here.” There were more than a few giggles at that remark, even from Sheena. “Okay, this may be nothing and if it is we’ve had a fun little drill. If it is something we want to be prepared. I need to know you’re safe while we clean out the vermin. Remember—nobody leaves this room until we come to get you. If one of you were caught by a pirate or whoever you’d be as good as dead. I would never want that.” I opened the door and we returned to the pool, but the mood was gone.

We hung around the pool until almost 6:30. I brought Marie back to my suite with me. She’d be leaving in a few days and I wanted to spend some quality time with her while I could. Marie had, without a doubt, the biggest tits of the group, easily DD’s and probably even bigger. They sagged a bit, but compared to her tall slender body they were not only lovely, they were extremely feminine. Unlike Carrie who would take it in any hole imaginable, Marie was strictly a vaginal sex woman. What she could do with that vagina was, however, nothing less than incredible. I’d never met a woman who could hump as fast or as strongly as Marie.

We had just stepped from the shower when she spoke for the first time. “I’m worried, Master. I’m worried about you. Please be careful.”

“We don’t even know that a threat exists yet. Let’s just enjoy ourselves and worry about that if and when it happens.” I pulled her to me, my finger gently lifting her chin as her mouth opened for our kiss. One hand was wrapped around my back; the other found its way to my cock and balls. She gripped and rubbed carefully as I pushed my forearm into her slit. I knew from experience how much she loved this. Her cunt rode my arm as she rammed her clit and slit into my muscles.

“Oooohhhhh, Master may I please fuck you…please, Master.” I reached around her and lifted her onto my bed, covering her body with mine. Her grip on my cock had strengthened as her passion rose to new heights. Seconds later her legs were wrapped around my waist and she brought herself to my tip. I stayed there, holding myself teasingly until Marie rose to swallow my manhood in her womanly core. It wasn’t long before she took me deep. I could feel my cock collide with her cervix on every powerful thrust.

Marie drove her hips into me with both strength and ferocity. It was this ability to rotate her hips that made Marie such a desirable partner. Every thrust was long and deep and tight. I could tell she was nervous. Normally, she would build slowly, sometimes taking thirty or more minutes to build up enough speed and pressure to make me cum. Tonight she was there in fewer than ten minutes. I was almost embarrassed when I came quickly.

“You always do it to me, don’t you?”

I leaned down to kiss her. It was short as she broke it almost immediately. “I’m sorry, Master; I’m really nervous.” I just kissed her cheek and sent her back to the shower while I dressed. We walked together to dinner at eight sharp.

I had all the tables moved together in a symbol of solidarity through what may become our crisis—our first in the more than ten years that the island had functioned. We began with cocktails, an appetizer and soup. Conversation was subdued and when Alonzo walked in, an ammo vest covering his chest and a Colt 727 semi-automatic rifle over his shoulder, it stopped completely.

“They’re back, Boss—closer in and slower.”

“Any sign yet of intent?”

“No…nothing.”

“Have we done anything to deter them?”

“Not a thing, exactly as you ordered.”

“Good,” I replied, then turning to my terrified women I continued, “It’s not likely that anything will happen until later tonight. I think we should finish eating—a good meal will help you if there’s a long battle—then I’ll want you to go directly to the shelter. Pick up any personal items you may want, like a book, first, if you wish, and don’t forget your instructions. Okay, let’s finish eating.”

I explained my motivation as I changed my clothes from my resort attire to my battle garb between courses. “Now is the time for us to deal with an attack. I’m here and so is all the staff. We’ll never be in a better position to deal with these criminals.” All my girls hugged and kissed me before we were done. I was most surprised by Sheena who wept openly despite my attempts to comfort her. Once I was sure they were all safe I closed the shelter door and got down to business.

Mark and his crew were more than capable of controlling the dormitory and airstrip area. They have a Mark-52 five-inch naval cannon hidden on a jungle hill high above the dormitory that can swivel to cover almost the entire island including the cliff areas. There are also three torpedo tubes mounted inside the dummy crates on the outside dock. These can swivel more than ninety degrees and can be hard-wire guided as far as 10,000 meters—more than five miles. There is also a mini-army of 37 male and 24 female soldiers, all NATO veterans carrying the same Colt 727 semi-automatic rifle that Alonzo had carried. It was a fantastic weapon, formerly used by U.S. Navy Seals before being replaced by a newer model several years ago.

Here at the hotel we had fewer men, but we still had a few surprises for any invaders. Our most important weapon was the naturally-occurring reef that encircled the lagoon. The trade winds made the waves outside the reef fairly large. The average depth at high tide was only three feet at most and the reef was an extremely dangerous obstacle, especially at night. And then there was the net.

There were a series of buoys about a hundred yards from shore. The women had all been instructed to stay inside the buoys. Under the water was an extensive net, five hundred feet long and a hundred wide. It was made of millions of stainless steel loops that had been plated with copper to prevent algae from growing on their surface. The net could be deployed in an instant using the very same high pressure hydraulic system that was used to control the largest and heaviest mining equipment. Other than its strength the net’s primary weapon was its weight. At more than 15,000 pounds it would sink almost any small boat and almost certainly drown anyone caught beneath it. Beyond the net’s limits the beach was protected by the electrified fence which would funnel any invaders toward the dormitory where our forces were much stronger.

We followed the same procedures in regard to lighting that had been followed previously, turning them down in the early morning around one. Once the area was dark we broke out our night vision goggles and infra-red scopes as we sat, patiently waiting for our guests. There were only five of us—Alonzo, Max—our chef—two gardeners, and me. We all carried the Colt 727 and were equipped with night-vision goggles and infra-red scopes that could easily detect an enemy’s body heat even in the densest fog. I thought that the five of us could overwhelm even a hundred of the pirates from our vantage point outside my suite. The heavy steel hurricane shutters were closed on the lower floors and helped shield us on the top floor, as well. We had three openings through which we could fire if necessary.

They came at three under a setting quarter moon that shone from behind their boats and reflected off the buildings. It would have been a good strategy if they hadn’t made their intentions so obvious earlier in the day—and if we hadn’t been waiting in ambush.

They had four boats—small ones—with four to five men in each, rowing or paddling. They had trouble right off the bat. The wind had veered during the night and was now blowing almost directly from the south, building the usual chop beyond the reef to three and four-foot waves. I could see one of the boats founder in the reef, spilling the pirates into the churning water where the sharp coral would soon render them useless in an attack.

I listened to Mark’s report as they approached. The assault on the dock area was progressing just as poorly. Their ship had run aground onto the barrier of multi-ton granite blocks, ripping open the hull and stopping the ship almost a half mile from its objective. The sudden stop spilled men into the water. I wondered how many could swim—probably not too many considering my prior experiences in the islands. The darkness and confusion wouldn’t help either—neither would any rifle fire from my staff.

Alonzo pointed out the boats’ progress. It was almost time to act. I rested my hand on his shoulder. His hand was on the switch. He fired the trigger once I had whispered, “Now!” The high-pressure hydraulics drove the pistons more than fifty feet into the air at an angle of roughly sixty degrees—seven and a half tons of metal flew up and over the astonished pirates. The computer-controlled hydraulics dropped the net like a giant stone. They felt the horrible impact of the net just seconds later—no place to go but down. The entire group of pirates screamed for fewer than ten seconds until they and their boats were forced under the waves.

We could see no survivors, but that didn’t mean there were none. We kept watch from the balcony for more than an hour and even retrieved several bodies from the water. The bulk of that job would come tomorrow once we had retracted the net. Leaving Alonzo in charge of the small clean-up crew I drove through the jungle to the dormitory. Not surprisingly, Mark had everything completely under control.

He showed me where the pirate’s ship had struck the barrier. The bow was up on a fifty degree angle; the rest of the ship was underwater. A small group of pirates was huddled in the bow. Periodically, they would fire a burst toward shore, but as yet had hit nothing. Our people were hunkered down awaiting orders. “What’s the easiest way to eliminate them? I wouldn’t want a stray shot to injure anyone.”

“Well, I guess either the Gatling gun or the five-incher. The Gatling would probably kill everyone, but the five-incher would also destroy the ship.”

“Let’s try that.”

Mark found his radio and called the gun crew. The cannon could throw a shell almost fifteen miles. At this range—just over a half mile– I doubted they could miss. There was no need to rush. It was almost a minute later that the cannon’s barrel barked and the ship’s bow area disintegrated into dust a millisecond later. I instructed Mark to keep a sharp lookout for any survivors while I returned to the hotel.

CHAPTER 6

I had no idea what to expect when I opened the shelter’s door. My watch said it was just past five. I expected everyone to be asleep, but they weren’t. All my women were on their knees praying. They leapt to their feet and rushed me, several, including Sheena, breaking into tears when they saw that I was okay.