“How is this possible?” screamed Mona. Her voice had a hint of fear in it, and her eyes panned from one of Tim’s bodies to the next.
The Tim closest to Mona stepped up to her and clamped a hand over her mouth. She tried to pull it off, but the other conjured Tim pinned her arms behind her back. The original Tim slowly pulled himself to his feet, and smiled as he walked closer and stood in front of Mona.
“I was warned once that powerful black magic was infused into that book,” he said. “I guess there’s no way you could have known. It’s a shame you couldn’t get it working, yourself.
Tim looked out through the eyes of the clone holding her mouth shut, and loosened his hand, allowing her to talk.
“There is no way out Tim!” she said. “Nobody ever leaves the island! You can do whatever you want to me and still never find your freedom!”
“Hmmm…I like the sound of that,” Tim said. “Well, at least part of it.”
The look in Mona’s eyes was not entirely rebellious. She looked from one Tim to the others, and seemed to have a glare of temptation on her face, as if daring all of them to do something, but also wanting them to.
Tim – the original Tim, approached Mona and gingerly began taking her shirt off. It was a rough garment, clearly fashioned from materials on the island, and it came off easily. Mona’s breasts were medium sized, and very nubile. Tim felt his cock begin to stir, and he realized that for the first time since being captured, he was the one in control.
“What are you going to do, Tim?” asked Mona. There was a challenging tone in her voice. He could tell that even though he was now clearly the one with the power in the situation, Mona was just as attracted to him as ever. He ran his hand across her nipples, feeling how perky they were and becoming even more turned on.
“I’m going to get out of here,” Tim said. “But first, I’m going to even the score between me and you.”
The two Tims holding Mona began to grope at her body roughly. Tim could see and feel through their eyes, and watched as Mona began moaning with uncontrollable desire. His cock was fully erect now, and he pulled Mona’s shorts off as the other two held her up by her shoulders.
“You’re very forward,” said Mona. “I like that.”
Tim signaled to one of his copies and a hand was clamped over Mona’s mouth. He pulled down his pants, and had the other Tims lean Mona onto her back. He could feel the curse working through him, influencing his emotions and spurring him into a state of lust. At this point, there was no turning back. He had to fuck Mona, he had to get release.
He lowered himself down and between her legs. The other Tims helpfully pulled her thighs up, giving him easy and convenient access. Mona’s body looked incredibly erotic, totally naked, pinned down to the ground, as it only existed to be on the receiving end of his cock.
Tim slid up into her. Her pussy was tight, but wet and inviting, and with a little effort he managed to slide it about halfway in. The sound of Mona releasing a small cry was muffled by the hand of one of the other Tims. He was too distracted by the amazing sensation of her inner cunt to take any notice.
“Mona, you’re so tight,” Tim said. “God damn, I guess your pussy hasn’t gotten much use on this island.”
Her eyes seemed to waver for a moment, as if in confirmation. Her whole demeanor was a complete reversal of the domineering role she had played before. It was almost as though she was an innocent virgin, intimidated by the feeling of a big cock inside of her.
Tim began to push into her faster, feeling his own sexual impulses take control. The two copies were aroused now, and one of them pulled out its own cock and pushed it against her lips, silencing her in a new and much more pleasurable way. Tim could feel it in the back of his mind, and the sensation was confusing, but immensely enjoyable, so much so that he found himself controlling the third copy and having it also pull out its own hard dick.
The three Tims shifted their and Mona’s position to allow them all access to a hole, with the last one pushing his dick into her tight, puckered asshole. It was a rough fit, and Tim could feel Mona reacting to the intrusion with squirms and squeals. It was too late for any of them to stop now.
They all began to fuck Mona as though she were a mindless sex toy. They pumped into her roughly, and Tim could feel all of their dicks thrusting and being absorbed by her orifices. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and pushed him, all of them, into an animalistic sexual state that was only concerned with one thing.
After several minutes of fucking Mona, Tim could feel three simultaneous orgasms building within him. He pulled out of her three times, and all of the Tims pushed her body down flat on the floor of the cave.
With each of them aiming their cocks at her face, tits, and chest, they all exploded, covering Mona with an enormous amount of white hot sticky cum. She was in a daze, and seemed to be almost unaware of what was happening.
Tim breathed heavy as the sensation faded, and he felt the three of him merge back through the same magic they had been initially conjured with. He looked around the cell, with just him and Mona in it now. She was lying on the floor, eyes closed and body limp. He slowly grabbed the book from where it had been dropped, and then after slipping out the cell door and locking Mona in behind him, he headed off into the freedom of the hallway.
CHAPTER 31
The darkness in the cave was almost suffocating. Tim had to make his way by feeling along the edges of the wall with his free hand. He carried the book in the other, though it served almost no use in the pitch black of his current predicament.
The only light to be found was in the few torches that were scattered along the walls. By the light of one of them, Tim managed to make out the diverging paths of an intersection. He approached with the utmost caution. Sounds seemed to echo throughout the rock tunnels, and he could hear the growls and footsteps of the beasts without being able to pinpoint exactly where they were coming from.
There was a tunnel going left, and a tunnel going right. None of this was familiar to Tim. They had brought him in when he had been unconscious. As far as he could tell, neither of the paths had any sort of marking, nor any hint as to where they led. Tim chose one of them at random and headed down it, figuring that indecisiveness was of no use in his current situation.
The tunnel began to slope upwards. Tim moved faster down it, hurrying forward and beginning to crave outside air. He heard a noise coming from further up the tunnel, and stopped quickly, fearing the worst. It was the sound of footsteps, and this time, it was easy to work out that they were headed towards him.
There was no time for him to react. Tim wasn’t going back to his cell. He barreled forward, and collided into the creator of the noise head on.
“What the fuck?” cried the man. It was the same man that Tim had encountered in his previous escape attempt. He was knocked over easily, caught unaware as Tim threw his shoulder forward and against the man’s body.
As the man fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, Tim charged forward. The darkness began to give way to light. There were more footsteps coming from further head, and the sounded inhuman in nature. There was no turning back at this point, Tim knew, and he pushed ahead regardless.
Sunlight poured into his eyes as he turned around the final corner, blinding him. The basic outline of what was clearly one of the beasts that had been dogging him throughout his entire experience on the island loomed in front of him. Tim didn’t falter, and walked towards it with his free hand curled into a fist.
The beast was wary for a moment, but threw itself towards Tim without too much hesitation, growling and thrashing. He was used to their movements at this point, and easily dodged to the side. The beast whirled, and Tim kicked out hard, colliding his heal into its head and knocking it back.
He kept moving and pushed out, through the entrance of the cave and into the light. He was at the bottom of a cliff, with a huge palm tree extending up. It was a spot that he and his sister, Kate, had passed du
ring their initial exploratory lap of the island.
There was no time for him to think about the past. The monster was close on his heels, forcing him out into the sand and towards the edge of the ocean. Its eyes were full of intensity, and it slowly approached Tim, saliva dripping from its bear like jaws.
Tim knew that if more showed up before he could get into the jungle, it would be the end of his escape. His only hope was to take it out, and tie the final loose end up in a nice and neat little package. He opened the book, attempting to read from it and flip through pages while still keeping his attention focused on the danger at hand.
The beast was not stupid, and it rushed at him without fear. Tim jumped to the side, but the beast had more room to maneuver outside, and it was harder for him to dodge its attack. The teeth of the monster latched onto the rags of his pants and thrashed, knocking him off balance. He dropped the book in the fray, and was forced to roll further away in order to avoid the downward strike of the things claws.
It came at him again almost immediately. This time, Tim had both of his hands free, and knew that playing defense was impossible. He ducked under the jaw of the beast and pushed his shoulder against its neck. The size difference between them made it impossible for him to leverage it, but his hands were able to reach around to its face.
Tim was not interested in fighting by any rules other than the rules of survival. He jammed his thumb into the eye of the beast and pushed in hard, feeling his finger nail pierce into soft, wet, flesh. The beast attempted to pull back, reeling from the pain, but Tim wrapped his other arm around its neck and clung to it as he trusted into the vulnerable spot that he had found.
The beast rolled, and Tim was knocked free. The monster howled in pain. It came at Tim again, but its movements were loose and inaccurate. He easily dodged the clapping of its jaws, and then began to pound his fists, with all of his fingers laced and balled up like the head of a mace, into its skull.
He put all of his strength into it, which was even more considerable given the effect the curse had taken on his body. The beast yelped after the first blow, was dazed by the second, and completely knocked into submission by the third and fourth. Tim continued pounding away for a long while after that. He realized he was screaming with every strike, and wasn’t sure if it was from adrenaline or the increasingly gory scene that he was creating with his hands.
Eventually, the beast lay still. Tim used the last of his energy to run as far down the beach as he could, stepped a couple feet into the jungle, and finally collapsed into an exhausted heap right in front of the very same spot where he had been initially captured.
CHAPTER 32
The sun was out, and the air was hot. It took Tim a minute to get used to it. The dark, damp environment of the cave had become his baseline.
He walked over the sand, briefly looking across the beach for any of the belongings he had with him when the beasts had attacked, and finding nothing. Granted, they had taken the book, which also probably meant that the rest of his stuff, and his sword in particular, was probably still in their possession.
He made his way forward, through the jungle and down the path he had cut to the shelter. It was all so familiar to him, but he found himself tripping over roots and getting cut by branches as he rushed to make it back. Eventually, he could hear the sound of the falling water, and knew he was close to both the small freshwater pond and their shelter.
Tim took in as much of the scene as he could as he spilled out into the clearing. It looked much the same as it had right before he had been captured. Time had worked strangely underground, and it was hard for him to determine exactly how long he had been away for.
There was no sign of Leah or Kate. Concern and fear began to race through him as he unsteadily walked over the entrance of the shelter. He was covered in dirt and dried blood. The wounds on his chest were well on their way to becoming infected, and his hair was a matted, tangled mess. All of these things combined were not enough to stop Kate from immediately lighting up at the sight of him.
“Tim!” she yelled. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, and her mouth agape with shock. She took a small step towards him, as if fearing that he might disappear on closer inspection, before rushing over and wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“Hey sis,” he said. “I’m back.”
She sobbed against his chest, her tears mixing with the mess that already covered him. He cradled her head in his arms, and leaned from side to side slowly, comforting her as though he was the older of the two siblings.
“You bastard,” she whispered. “How could you…leave?”
“I’m sorry, trust me, it wasn’t my choice,” he said. “I’ll tell you the long version as soon as we work things out. Where’s Leah?”
Kate looked up at him, her eyes full of tears and emotion. Her face told Tim all that he needed to know. He pulled her back against him and continued comforting her as she shook and sobbed against him.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok. It’s ok,” he said. “We’ll figure things out…”
He silently cursed himself for letting it happen. He had loved Leah, and the pain that was tearing through his own heart perfectly reflected the discord of his sister. It was his fault for being weak. It was his fault for getting captured. It was his fault for not getting back sooner, and most of all, it was his fault for not seeing it coming.
“Kate, I have to get myself cleaned up,” he said to her. Several emotional minutes had passed, and Tim was back into action mode. He knew what he needed to do. Now was not the time for them to give up, they needed a plan, and they needed to get organized.
“No!” Kate said quickly. “You can’t leave again!”
“It’s okay, I’m just going to the pond,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
“That’s where Leah…” her voice trailed off, and she swallowed deeply. “That’s where they came and…took her.”
“I’ll be okay,” he said. “They already took me once, and I came back.”
Kate glared at him. Tim couldn’t help but smile. It was terrible to put his sister through anything more, but seeing a flash of her regular, feisty and spirit and personality was enough to put him back in a good mood. She walked over to the corner of the cave, and pulled something out from a pile of his old clothes.
What Tim saw in her hand instantly brought joy to his eyes. It was his sword, the gleam of the pummel and punishingly sharp edge of the blade unmistakably familiar to him. He took it from her hand, and swung it through the air a couple of times, reminding himself of its heft and balance.
“Hell fucking yes! This is the best news I’ve gotten in days,” he said. He couldn’t resist smiling, and when the impulse seemed to pass to Kate infectiously.
“I love you so much, Tim,” she said to him. She hugged him around the waist tightly, underneath the guard of his sword. “Don’t ever leave me again,”
“I won’t, Kate,” he replied. She tilted her head up, and kissed him, their tongues greeting each other as their mouths pressed together passionately. Tim felt himself becoming a little excited, and couldn’t keep his heart from flaring up as he thought about all of the times he and his sister had made love over the course of the past few days.
The broke their embrace after a few more moments, and Tim set to work organizing his recovered supplies. He still had the tome, and Kate had also found his back pack. The other items the old man had entrusted to him were apparently still missing, either lost to the tide or still held by the beasts. He still had his belt loop for his sword around his waist, and he slid it in, feeling comforted by the weight of it hanging where it belonged.
“Come on,” he said to Kate. “I have to get cleaned up."
CHAPTER 33
Tim led the way to the small pond in the clearing. It was only a short walk from the cave. The sun was out, and the surface of the pond seemed to glimmer in an almost picturesque fashion, with the waterfall streaming down from the cliffs above only adding to the scene.
He felt a small sliver of pain shoot through his heart as they made their way to the edge of the water. This is where they had been reunited with Leah, and according to Kate, this is also where she had met her end. Tim sighed and sat down on the edge of the bank, letting his feet drop down and wash clean.
“How did it happen?” he asked. Kate was walking behind him, and stood a few feet away, out of his view. He felt like there was suddenly an immense distance between them, and Leah’s death was the main culprit.
“They showed up the morning after you were taken,” she said. “We’d been up the entire night, trying to make sense of it all. Trying to keep each other, well, trying to keep each other from giving up. Doing whatever it took.”
“We thought it was just the two of us left, Tim. There’s no way I can really describe what it was like.”
Kate walked over and sat next to him, dropping down slowly. She seemed fragile, somehow. She was different from the sister that Tim knew and remembered from before their journey. No, that wasn’t entirely true. She was the same girl, but she had grown up, and he had to protect her now more than ever.
“And then the next morning, she went to fill up the coconut cups,” Kate said. “And…and she…”
“It’s okay,” Tim said, putting his hand on her leg. “You don’t have to say anything else.”
He rubbed her thigh encouragingly, and then stood up and began to disrobe.
“I’m just glad that you’re okay. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d come back and you’d been gone, too. Probably would have gone insane, to be honest.”
Kate avoided eye contact for a moment, and then looked at Tim and forced a smile onto her face. He smiled back, and his was genuine. He loved his sister, and felt blessed just to have her there with him.
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