Curse Of Desire: Complete And Uncut (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  It was like the difference between night and day. The beasts may as well have been puppies for all the trouble they gave Tim. He swung his sword into them, cutting them deep, and seeing droplets of blood hang in the air for ghastly amounts of time. The scene was gruesome, and it felt like it was the antithesis to what he had seen the night before. Two of them he cut down completely, and was sure were dead. Two others tore off into the jungle, and he let them go. The last one seemed to be headed towards the path, and he chased after it at a medium jog.

  And then, he was on the ground, with stars filling his vision. He had been hit from behind. Darkness, was sweeping across his vision, a familiar sight to him, at this point. The last thing he saw was the wild girl, laughing and moving at the same speed as him. The book had been left open, and she had… It was hard for him to make the connection. His last thoughts were of the camp, of Leah and his sister, and of his own failure to protect them from the madness of the island.

  CHAPTER 28

  “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,”

  Every part of Tim’s body ached with a pain that ran deep to the bone. His wrists were wrapped tight by vine like ropes and strung out to the side, leaving him hanging limply, his bare feet grazing the floor. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw little more than darkness.

  “What…where am I?” he asked. His voice was weak, and strained. It felt like it had been days since had last eaten or drunk anything and his entire face throbbed and ached.

  “Oh come on now,” said the voice. It was the voice of a woman, a voice that Tim thought he could just barely recognize. “I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?”

  That was right, he had been fighting. His last memories were of combatting the beasts of the island on the beach, and almost being overrun. He had used the book, used a spell from it, and then a girl had shown up. The girl…he struggled to make sense of his memories.

  “You…you used the book, too?” he asked. The question felt dumb as it left his mouth. Of course she had, the book had given him speed, magical speed, and she was the only one that managed to catch up to him. He had left it open, stupidly.

  “What’s the deal with that book, anyway?” asked the woman. “I haven’t had much luck with it, at least not since you used it originally.”

  “Where am I?” asked Tim. “What do you want from me?”

  “That is the operative question, isn’t it?” joked the voice. Tim shifted some of his weight onto his limp and seemingly ineffectual feet, and felt waves of pain course through his arms as the blood returned to them.

  “Who are you?” he asked. He felt like he was grasping at straws. Nothing made any sense.

  The last thing Tim had been doing, before the battle, had been collecting food. Kate and Leah and him, they had all been stranded on the island. Thrown off course on route to Manai, instead they had been had found themselves on an abandoned tropical oasis in the midst of the ocean.

  What had become of them, Tim wondered. How long had he been captive? He had no way of knowing, and from the demeanor of the girl, who was, as far as he could tell, his captor, there would be no answers.

  “My name is Mona,” said the girl. She had a glib edge to her voice, as if she relished in proving people wrong.

  “Mona…” said Tim. “Why do you have me here? How is this…”

  He heard her laugh, and then footsteps approaching.

  “To be honest, I was planning on doing with you what I do with all of the humans who wash up,” she said. “Taking everything you have, and then letting my pets enjoy a feast. But you…you are too interesting for that, don’t you think?”

  Tim said nothing. It was hard to see anything in the dark, but he squinted, and tried to force his eyes to make out the features of the girl, to no avail.

  “What is your name?” the girl asked.

  He was silent for a moment, and then felt a sharp and unyielding pain tear through his chest. He screamed, and then breathed heavy as the girl pulled back her hand. The nails of her fingers had gone into the skin of his chest, drawing blood.

  “My name is Tim,” he said, quietly. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise, Tim!” she said. His sarcasm was completely lost on her.

  “Anyway, Tim, I like you,” she said. Tim could hear her footsteps drawing closer to where he hung limply. He tensed up, expecting a blow, but instead, felt one of her hands run across his chest softly.

  “You…what?” he asked. It took him a moment for the dots to connect. She was a woman. The curse was still in effect. Just because they were enemies, and he was her captive, did not diminish its effect.

  “I like you, Tim,” she said. Her hand ran down his bare chest and settled itself into the waistband of his ragged shorts. “I like your body, I like your mind, I like your name…Tim.”

  He felt her breath against his neck, hot and powerful. His arms were still bound, and there was nothing he could do in response other than submissively let her go about her way. Her hand slipped into his shorts and made its way down to his member, which was quickly becoming excited by her movements.

  “Let me go,” he said. “If you like me so much, let me go. It’s the best thing you can do for me…”

  Mona laughed, and then he felt a sharp and painful tear as one her nails raked across his chest. He stifled his cry, and felt an incredibly weird juxtaposition as his cock continued to swell under the touch of her other hand.

  “I like you too much to let you go,” she said. Her hand was jerking him off faster now, and his dick was fully erect, tenting his shorts and pointing at her like the needle of a compass. “It’s not so bad here. If you are nice to me, I’ll be nice to you…”

  Mona dropped down to her knees and slowly began to lower Tim’s shorts down to the cold rock floor of the cave. His cock sprung loose. He couldn’t see in the dark, but her hot breath let him know that her mouth was right in front of it.

  “I am being nice to you, Mona,” said Tim. He was torn on what to do in the situation, but knew this would be his best chance to talk his way out of it. “If I wanted to, I could strike you down with my eyes alone,”

  It was a bluff. Tim had no such powers. If he had followed the advice of Jarovian, the old man that sent him on his mission and entrusted him with the book, he very well may have. The book was full of arcane magic, he had known that from the very beginning. If had read more of it earlier, things might be very different.

  “I don’t believe you, Tim,” said Mona. “But that’s okay, I still like you…”

  She licked his shaft from the base to the tip. It felt amazing, and Tim let out an involuntary moan. The craziness of the girl and his current predicament made absolutely no sense to him, but he couldn’t resist giving in to the sensation. He said nothing as she proceeded to lick more of his cock, and brought her soft lips down on the head of it.

  Mona began sucking him off like a wild woman. That’s what she was, as far as Tim could tell. Her style was rough and sensual at the same time, moving fast and slurping in a way that caused him to focus even deeper in on the sensation. It felt amazing, and when contrasted with the pain she had inflicted on him before, it seemed to feel even better.

  “Do you like that, Tim?” asked Mona.

  He remained silent. It felt incredible, and he did like it, but his pride and conscience wouldn’t let him admit it.

  “Answer me!”

  Mona lashed out, clawing him on the chest again with her sharp nails. This time, she didn’t stop, and continued raking at Tim’s chest until he began to scream out in pain. He could feel blood trickling down in small streams, and hot fire seemed to pulse across his skin.

  “Tim, I love you…” Mona said. “Why do you want to hurt me?”

  Tim didn’t say anything. Instead, he focused on his breathing, and tried to relax as much as he could.

  “I think we’re done for now,” she said. There was a momentary silence, and then Tim felt the tension supporting his arms give away. He collapsed to
the floor, his leg muscles unsteady and unused to carrying his full weight. All of his body seemed to ache and burn as his blood began to flow normally again, along with his bleeding chest.

  “When you’re ready to talk to me in a civil manner, just bang on the bars,” said Mona. “And I’ll come back…”

  CHAPTER 29

  Tim was alone in his cell, and even more disoriented. There was only a sliver of light coming in through the bars of the cell door, from a torch that Mona had lit on her way out. It gave him just enough of his vision back to look around, but not enough to really illuminate the room. He was unable to learn much from what he could see.

  The walls were rough and jagged, and mostly black and grey smeared with brown dirt. The floor looked as though it had been ground out over time, with some lumps and pits on its surface, but a uniform structure. It was cold, and Tim felt himself wishing that he had more than just the rags of his original clothing.

  For the first time since his capture, he took a moment to think about Kate and Leah. They had been back at their shelter when he had gotten caught up with the beasts. It was hard for him to have any optimism when he thought about their fate. This was clearly not an island for humans, or at the very least, not for the three of them.

  He wondered just how they must be coping with his absence. Time found himself hoping that they had played it safe, but knew deep in his heart that there was almost no chance of it. His sister, with her fiery personality, would be unable to accept his disappearance, and there was also no way that the kind hearted and emotional Leah would be able to cope with him being gone.

  “I’m okay,” he muttered. His voice was still ragged. As far as he could tell, it had been days since he’d last had a sip of water. But the words were true. He was okay, and far from being defeated.

  A noise began to echo down the hallway, and Tim pulled himself into a crouching position as a figure appeared on the other side of the bars. It wasn’t Mona, and it wasn’t one of the beasts. It was a man with a long, wild beard, and a strange smile on his face.

  “I brought you some food,” he said. “Not much, I honestly don’t think you deserve any. But Mona insisted.”

  The man had a plate of food in his hands, and he brought it down to a small slit in between the bottom of the bars and the ground. He slid it through very carefully, pushing it towards Tim.

  “Thank you,” said Tim. “Why…why am I here?”

  “Because we brought you here,” said the man. “For the record, I am also asking the same question. You should be long dead by now.”

  “What’s going to happen?” Tim asked. “What…just what does Mona plan for me?”

  “You ask these questions as though her plan is something that has been explained to me,” the man said. He was intelligent, and though his beard was unkempt and dirty, it seemed to give him an air of wisdom.

  “I know nothing, and I can tell you nothing more,” he continued. “The only reason I follow what Mona says is because she is my leader.”

  “She is your leader?” Tim asked. He was unable to stifle the small chuckle that crept into his throat. “That’s a little hard for me to believe.”

  “I don’t give a damn what you believe. She’s the leader for a reason, and I don’t challenge her authority for the same reason.”

  Tim smiled at the man’s words. He stood up in his cell and walked over to the plate by the door, picking it up slowly.

  “I thought she was just some crazy nympho, judging by her behavior,” Tim said. “Her lips felt great on my cock, though.”

  The words seemed to affect the bearded man as though they were powerful blows from a fist. His face twisted into a glare, and Tim watched as the man’s emotions began to run wild.

  “You motherfucker,” he said. “You’re only alive because of her, if I were you, I would pick my next words very carefully.”

  “I’m going to fuck your boss,” said Tim. He took a look at the food, and disdainfully set the plate down on the floor. “I’m going to fuck her, and cum deep inside her.”

  This was too much for the man outside the cell. He broke into an angry howl, and slammed his fist into the wall. Tim began laughing, watching on as the man’s rage got the better of him.

  “What, was that a little bit too real for you?” Tim asked. “I’m going to fuck her like the slut she is. She wants it, she wants it bad…”

  The man pulled something out of his pocket. Tim knew what it was without even having to see it. The bearded man pushed it into the key hole of the barred door, unlocking it and swinging it open.

  “I’m going to make you pay for those-“

  Tim slammed himself into the man before he could finish his sentence, knocking him back against the hard rock wall of the hallway. This was exactly what he had been hoping would happen, and he was ready. The man slammed into the rock wall, and exhaled sharply.

  Tim took his fist and drove it against the man’s face. He landed one blow and missed another, painfully grazing the rough rock with his knuckles. The man retaliated as he regained his composure, kneeing Tim in the ribs and then pushing him back.

  “Mona! Get the beasts! The bastard is loose!” The man called over his shoulder.

  The action gave Tim an opening, and he took complete advantage of it, swinging his balled fist hard into the man’s jaw. He crumpled under the blow, almost as if Tim had found an off switch. Tim reached down and picked the key ring out of his pocket, and then bolted into the darkness of the unfamiliar hallway.

  He only made it a couple of feet before the sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears. The hallway was dim, and he could only make out dark silhouettes headed his way. One of them was clearly Mona, and the two others were beastlike in form.

  “Why can’t you just play nice?” called a voice, Mona’s voice.

  “I’m not nice. Get the fuck out of my way,” yelled Tim.

  He was outnumbered, and this time, there was no way for him to turn the odds in his favor. One of the beasts charged at him and swung its claws wildly. He only managed to dodge partially, and his already wounded chest suffered another ugly gash.

  He fell to one knee, forcing himself to stand. Mona had her arms crossed and stood observing, almost separate from the action. The two beasts both stepped towards him, and he ran forward, throwing himself against them in a desperate attempt to break through.

  Tim was knocked down to the ground. Several blows rained down on his back and head, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.

  “Don’t hurt him!” Mona cried. “He only likes it when I hurt him!”

  CHAPTER 30

  “Why can’t you make things easy for yourself, Tim?”

  Tim was lying in his cell, chest down on the cold rock floor. He could feel a not entirely significant amount of blood dripping out of his chest, making him light headed as he slowly lifted his neck in a way that allowed him to look at Mona.

  “Let…me go,” he said. His voice was dry and desperate.

  “I can’t do that, Tim,” said Mona. “I don’t want to do that. I want you to stay…”

  She walked towards him, and crouched down next to his body. One of her hands rubbed his back in an encouraging, soft manner.

  “I want you to want to stay…” she whispered.

  Tim was silent. His body burned with fire and ached to the bone. He could feel his injuries, and they felt serious. The risks posed by blood loss and infection were real, and it was hard for him to formulate a response to her bizarre admission that didn’t reveal just how broken and discouraged he was becoming.

  “Tell me about the book, Tim,” she said to him.

  He remained silent. There was nothing that Tim wanted to say to her.

  “If you tell me about the book, I can help you more Tim,” she said. “To be honest, I don’t mind having you under lock and key. It’s nice to just be able to see you, even if it’s obvious that you hate me so much.”

  “I don’t hate you,” he said. “I hate th
is.” His fist slammed down against the rock floor, as hard as he could make it happen, which was not very hard in his exhausted and injured state.

  “I need to know how you turned it on,” Mona said. “It worked for me before when I first found it and you, but nothing has happened with it since. Explain to me how to make the magic work, and I will reward you…”

  She ran her hands across Tim’s broad shoulders, and then straddled his waist. Her weight pushed his body against the floor, intensifying the pain of his injuries but also exciting him slightly. Tim reached his hand behind him and towards he, and felt her wrap her fingers around it.

  “Is it your hand?” she asked him. “Is that where the magic comes from?”

  Tim felt his hand make contact with paper. It was the book, and she rubbed the old and dusty page against his palm. And all of the sudden, everything changed.

  The first thing Tim noticed was that he could see more. He could see a lot more. It was as though his mind had been keyed into a CCTV system. There were two more visual outlets that he was observing through.

  The same phenomenon seemed to extend to his body and thoughts. He could feel extra bodies, there were two more beyond the one underneath Mona. And these ones felt like him, exactly like him, except they were not injured. They seemed to be completely fresh.

  His thoughts raced. Three sets of his thoughts raced. Somehow, he knew what these strange, other bodies were thinking. He was these other bodies, and they were him. Mona caught sight of one of them in her peripherally vision, and turned to look.

  “What…the fuck?”

  “Hey,” all three of the bodies chimed in unison.

  The two Tims that had appeared from the ether stepped towards Mona, and pulled her off Tim. It was a strange and unnerving sensation for him to be in all of the bodies at once, but something about it also seemed incredibly natural and fluid.