The following story has themes of extreme humiliation, non-consent sex, fear and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. All characters are 18+. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Status?" The stern woman asks, loudly. Saying she "asks" this is putting it lightly. It is much more of a demand than asking. Much like punching someone in the face is considered getting someone's attention rather than tapping them on the shoulder.
Daniel, who is manning the "computer station" of the boat looks at Bert, who is the captain. The two men share a commiserating look, revealing both are more than tired of the woman who stands and looks out the window.
"The same as 30 seconds ago when you asked," Daniel tells her after checking all his screens. His voice is filled with annoyance as he's never been good at hiding his emotions.
The 30 year old woman, who has told them her name is Sarah, whips her head towards Daniel and gives him a deadly look. If looks could kill, Daniel's entire bloodline would have just died.
"What? " Daniel states, returning Sarah's look. The look he gives is showing that he's done nothing wrong and is being honest. That Sarah is the one being rude and he's just giving it back to her.
"Remember who is paying you, boy. Now find it," Sarah growls to Daniel. She turns to look back out the window, leaving Daniel to give her a look close to what she gave him. The way she says this plainly shows how little she thinks of the man. That he is so far below her that she's offended they have to breathe the same oxygen.
Sarah has been high strung for most of this journey, but for the past 30 minutes she has been nearly unbearable. Bert already regrets taking this job, even if it would give him a year's salary in just a couple of days. It's turned out to be more annoying than he could ever believe.
Bert, who is forty-three, owns a small fishing boat. Nothing fancy, just a standard boat to which he's made a few modifications, such as the cot inside the cab so he can sleep at sea if needed. Or the updated navigation systems that are satellite based.
Bert's ship is used to sail out into the Gulf of Mexico from Texas to fish for whatever he is looking for at the time. It's not glamorous, nor is it much fun, but it is what Bert knows. He's been fishing since he was a little boy as it was taught to him by his family.
Several years ago Bert hired Daniel. Daniel is 20 years younger than Bert and has a way with technology. Daniel, who is a college dropout, oversees all computer related activities on the ship, from updating the software to producing reports as needed on their trips. In this day and age fishing is based more on technology as much as it is based on skill.
Working together the two men have been able to earn enough revenue to keep the lights on and their stomachs full. They have never been rich, but considered themselves free as they can go where they want and do as they want. They have no boss dictating what to do and when.
A week ago, Sarah approached Bert as he sat in a sea side bar. She revealed she knew of him and his boat and that she wanted to hire him. She proceeded to make a deal to be chartered to special coordinates out in the Gulf. Coordinates that were much further out than Bert liked to go. Coordinates that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
At first Bert said NO for many reasons. The first being that he knew Sarah wasn't her real name. He had no clue what her real name was, not that he cared. What he did care about is that he knew the chick was hiding something, and that wasn't good. She might be wanting to go to some secret island where the drug cartels store their drugs. Or wanting to dump a body in the middle of nowhere so it couldn't be found. People with secrets were always bad for business as they got you in trouble.
Another reason he told her no is because of the woman's demeanor. She clearly came from money by the way she was dressed, as well as her attitude. People like her grew up thinking that everyone in the world worked for her. She wasn't a "Karen" but an "Uber Karen." The type of person that would consider Bert a slave instead of a human being.
Sarah, for her part, had experience with this. She knew what people thought of her and she didn't care. She simply proceeded to do the standard procedure in such a situation, which was to throw money at it. Sarah offered Bert and Daniel money, and a lot of it.
Bert, as well as Daniel prided themselves as not the type to be bought, but this year has been different. The changing climate has made fishing a lot harder of late. Fish seemed to go in and out of season without warning, as well as travel to weird parts of the sea. It was becoming quite a challenge to make the same amount they were used to. It was the topic they talked about nearly every day.
After a day of negotiations, Bert and Sarah made a deal. It was understood that Bert would not be hauling cargo of any type to or from the coordinates. Just as it was understood that Bert and Daniel would not discuss any part of the trip with anyone. They knew if they were asked, they were to say they were giving a rich customer a chartered tour of the Gulf.
The very next day, the three of them took off in Bert's boat. And now, after a day and a half of sailing, they were getting close to Sarah's coordinates. So close that they should be able to see whatever it is she is looking for. So close that Sarah was on edge, acting as if her life depended on finding whatever it is.
"Doesn't look like there's anything out here," Daniel states, not in a mean or unkind way, but a truthful way. He's checked every possible instrument in the ship for anything in the nearby open sea. There's just nothing topside out here. No islands, no dingy, no whales, no nothing. Just wide open sea.
"It's here. It's here...somewhere, I can feel it," Sarah hisses as she stares out the window like a terminator. Her hands are now on the window as she damn near puts her face against the glass. Her head moves left and right constantly as if scanning the sea like a computer.
"It'll be dark soon. The storm really slowed us down," Bert states. He says this to try and ease into the thought that they are going to have to head back and get closer to land. That the storm they had to sail through is the reason for arriving so late.
"Might be best if we head more inland. There we can anchor for the night and come back in the morning," Bert suggests, knowing this to be the safest act to do.
Being so far out to sea concerns him. Sure, he has been out further than this plenty of times, but something about this time concerns him. After all, when you are this far out, it takes longer for help to find you.
"It's here. It's trying to hide. To prevent me from finding it," Sarah states, saying yet another cryptic and downright crazy comment. These sort of comments were becoming more frequent from her.
Daniel and Bert look at each other again. It is comments like this that concern them. Sarah has made several comments too. Like when the thunderstorm started, which wasn't forecasted at all, she told them that "it" knew she was coming and trying to stop her.
When asked what was trying to stop them, Sarah refused to say. She didn't try to deny what she said, but just became quiet. It didn't make either man feel good as she was obviously hiding something. Rather that hidden thing be that she's crazy, or that they were messing with some sort of powerful force, it concerned both men a great deal.
"What in the fuck is that?!" Daniel asks suddenly. Bert notices the odd high toned way he says the word "fuck" which leads him to believe that Daniel probably doesn't even know that he just cursed. That shock made him ask that question instead of his brain.
Looking at his friend, Bert sees Daniel staring out the window. His eyes are locked onto something in the horizon, but then he snaps out of it to jerks his head down to look at his screen. After reviewing the screen, Daniel looks back out the window as if what he saw is supposed to disappear. He repeats this several times in a damn near comical fashion.
"Bert! What the fuck is that?!" Daniel asks genuinely concerned while pointing out the sea. Bert finally looks out the window to try and see what Daniel may be pointing at.
"Impossible," Bert says under his breath as he finally sees what Daniel is pointing at. He blinks several times, wondering if he's gotten a bit of sea blindness. Where you look out at the endless nothing of sea and your mind plays tricks on you.
"There it is! I've found it!" Sarah shrieks out as if she just found the lifesaving cure for cancer.
Out at sea, there is what appears to be a house. A single story run-down colonial type house. A house that is in dire need of a paint job, as well as many repairs. It stands in the midst of the sea as if on a perfect spot of land underneath it.
Waves smack against the house, but it doesn't move at all, showing that it's not on any sort of platform. But there's no sign of dirt or earth underneath it to show that it's on solid land. It really does look like a house that's plopped right on top of the sea.
"Is...is that a house?" Daniel asks the question that both Bert and he have.
The house sticks out so badly, and not just because it is where no house should be. Everything about it seems wrong, like the dull colors it is painted, which clash with the bright blue of the sea. Or the way that the roof looks to be nearly flat, which wouldn't keep rain from pooling on top. Even the shape of the house looks weird as it seems to be a perfect square.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" Bert yells, unable to control himself. When he yells this, it isn't because he's excited, but worried. He knows something paranormal is going on, and he actively avoids such things.
Being on the sea for most of his life, Bert has seen things that couldn't have existed, to which he's turned and ran away. It's why he is still living in his opinion. There are just some things you shouldn't mess with if you don't know what you are doing.
"el Deseo de los dioses," Sarah says softly, in awe of the house. Her eyes are wide and her smile big as she stares at the house. To look at her one might think that house was her lover that she hadn't seen in years.
"The what of what?!" Daniel yells out, getting even more scared than Bert at the situation.
The concern in Daniel's voice does knock Sarah out of her joy. She finally turns to look at him, and then at Bert. Once she does, she offers them what she thinks is a comforting smile. In actuality, it is more of an annoying smile because she knows she has to give them something so they don't turn around and flee. Sarah is smart enough to know in this situation, all the money in the world wouldn't help.
