Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

The images slowly began to shuffle in her mind. She wasn't asleep neither was she held up in a trance. She was in her right mind, but seated on the foam board in her room, alone. Her back to the cold wooder wall, her eyes glued to the door. But she wasn't seeing the door, the moving images colonized her mind.

The shuffling images stopped and then a particular image zoomed out;

Damien standing in the waterfall, his hand fisted on his boner giving it gentle strokes.

The image felt so real like it was happening at that moment. She wasn't seeing the door, she was seeing Damien.

Slowly she glid her palm to her tits and began to squeeze them gently, going from one to the other. When Damien went faster, her other hand slid to her thighs and slipped in between her thighs. Gentle moans escaped her mouth. She dared not raise her voice else one of the girls would be alerted, or worse, Damien.

It got to the point where the image came to an end, and Damien hurried away... but her subconscious mind denied that. It kept repeating Damien stroking his boner. That was all she wanted to see!!! Damien's hand was going faster now, his eyes on fritz, his mouth paved, his head thrown to the air... She increased the speed too, going faster with her fingers, rubbing the clits, her other hand squeezing her tits ruthlessly and with utmost desire.

"Oh fuck..."

She went even faster and faster and faster, as the picture zoomed and zoomed, shuffling from his face to the boner, to his lips, to his burly arms to his biceps and abs, and tough chest, and back to the thick long boner.

Then a sudden image of him grabbing her in the woods, kissing her against her will, but with hot demands and desires...

"Shit..."

She could feel a surge, an electric current traveling through her body. She was at the peak of orgasm, just a little more effort and she would c---

"Yes... yes..."

It was coming, gushing, electrifying... but then the door to her room flung open. She dropped on the foam board face-down, as the juice soak the foam, spurting out.

"Claire, Damien wants to meet with --"

Noticing how strange Claire looked; her hair disheveled, a sleeve of her gown pulled down her arm, her body facing down, her face to the door. A very suspicious position to take. Jada couldn't pretend that she didn't see it.

"Are you alright? What happened? Are you sick?"

Jada walked closer. Claire held up her hand desperately,

"Don't come closer!!! Leave!!!"

Jada thought for a few seconds. Then she began to sniff the air.

"What's this smell..."

"What smell?"

Claire bit the words.

"Like rotten egg."

Jada continued.

"The thought of egg makes we wanna devour a poultry."

Jada turned away from her. She stopped at the door and spun around again,

"You think I'd pushed further to know why you look like shit?"

She scoffed,

"Like I care. Perhaps if you die, the burden would be less than one."

"This bitch!!!"

Claire called in rage, but Jada cackled, leading her way out.

"That wench!!!"

Claire gritted her teeth. The rage didn't last for long when the smell got to her. The smell of rotten egg. Or something close to that.

"She didn't even close the door."

She complained. She stood up and walked to the door with her back, in case someone else intrude. She slammed it. She pressed her back to the door and sighed.

"That was so close."

She admitted. But then she recalled why she had to go through that mess again. Her fourth time in the week.

"That fucking loser."

Her face was clothed in a grotesque glare.

Outside the castle, at the front of the the rice field, the other girls and Damien were gathered. Obviously, they were waiting for Clare to join them.

"How about you just say what you have to without her? I'll relay the message to her."

Allison offered. Damien sighed. He didn't want to do that. He wanted them all to hear him speak.

He looked in the direction of the castle door, there she was, walking with a royal gait towards them. He chuckled softly.

He had no idea why he found her interesting. Perhaps, he already got acquainted with the fact that she hated him. I mean, she would rather hate him than allow herself to fall for him.

"Here she comes."

Mira called the attention of the other girls. She had traced the eyes of Damien to where he was looking before he chuckled. She caught everything.

"Listen up everyone."

Damien started, when they were all gathered. All nine.

"It's about time you started getting into act. It's about time you began to be responsible for yourselves. About time you defended yourself even if I'm far away."

"Far away? Where are you going? You wanna leave us?"

Evelyn couldn't hide her concerns. Damien came to a conclusion about Evelyn. She was a lady who was neutral but jumpy. She would speak her mind for what it was. She was kinda carefree and wouldn't mind what you think of her. As long as she says how she feels, she's cool.

He looked from Evelyn to the rest of the girls to be sure whether or not they shared the same concern with Evelyn. It was quite difficult to tell. Some of them were skilled in masking their emotions.

"I don't think it matters, after all majority of you wants me dead, isn't it?"

"How could you hold a grudge for long. Didn't we beg you. We apologized yesterday!!!"

Laurette called on top of her voice. Damien chuckled openly.

"What's funny?"

Tendzel attacked. He took Claire in his gaze, she rolled her eyes at him.

"I'll be teaching you how to make crossbows and how to use them. That would be your defense tools. After you all pass that class, then I'd teach you some basic self-defense moves."

He allowed the girls to mutter and chatter amongst themselves. He knew that when they'd had enough, one of them would speak up.

He was right, Allison came on,

"That's too much for us --"

"The way we talk, we have to work on that also."

He cut Allison short. He continued, ignoring her reactions,

"If you wish to talk, you signify, not necessarily putting up your hand. That's courtesy. We shouldn't just hop on discourse like barbarians."

The girls eyes widened.

"Surprised? Didn't I tell you to expect this once in a while?"

They knew what he meant. Damien smiled within himself. He knew that if the girls had their ways, they would beat him to pulp. They wish. It's their time to wish now.

"Proceed, Allison."

Allison glared, but then tucked the odds in.

"Shouldn't you make the crossbows for us? That's the right thing to do!!! Or is this some sort of punishment for us?"

Damien looked to the rest of the girls,

"Who else support her?"

Tendzel stepped forward.

"Brilliant. We'll step forward when we have something to say. That will be the sig--"

"How about when we are sitting?"

Allison attacked.

"Think of something better. Isn't that what the brain is for?"

Allison lips paved involuntarily. Damien pretended as though nothing happened.

"You were saying, Tendzel."

"I think it's reasonable for you to make the crossbows. Why? If you leave it to us, we'll only prolong the process. As you know, many of us are spoilt brats from rich families. It would be quite difficult to make such a --"

"Makes sense."

Damien nodded. He didn't see why she should continue.

"Do you all agree?"

The girls nodded. Ayisha, Mira and Claire didn't join in.

"Do you three have something else in mind?"

Mira stepped forward,

"Myself and Ayisha think otherwise. If we learn to make crossbows which is quite difficult to make, that will help in reshaping our mind. Things we've thought impossible around here will start making sense. Only by that, will we learn to take responsibilities."

Damien nodded, pursing his lips. He sighed then turned to Claire,

"Do you share the same construct?"

Claire refused to step forward. Jada walked to her and pushed her forward.

"Are you nuts??"

She snapped at Jada but Damien didn't have the patience.

"Stop being a sadist and speak up. Pretending to be a loner."

Claire fisted her left hand as though she would punch Damien but restrained herself. Damien chuckled softly. He was quite enjoying it.

"It's so strange everyone who claim to be wise here have forgotten the important thing here."

Claire started.

"Which is?"

Allison asked. Damien's eyes tuned in curiousity.

"Isn't it obvious? Everyone is settling in here, feeling at home as though this is where we belong!!! Nobody is talking about when we'll be leaving this shithole. Even the all powerful leader has no idea."

She sneered at Damien then took two steps back. Damien could see some of the girls nodding. Evelyn was one of them.

"Do you have a way out?"

Damien walked closer to her? She shook her head.

"But at least I'm wise enough to --"

"Then shut up."

He looked quickly away from her to the rest of the girls.

"Majority carries the vote. Six of you want me to make the crossbows, I will."

Some of the girls were glad.

"I forgot to add --"

They all became serious again.

"In three days' time, we'll be a month old on this island. So, we'll be having some sort of celebration. After that, we could start looking for a way to leave."

"Woah... A month old"

"A month old living with Cannibals?"

"Bruh, I'm a legend."

Damien wanted to laugh at Evelyn remark but he didn't.

"Furthermore, you have two days to perfect the crossbowing. There'll be a life hunt game."

"How's that even possible?"

"Two days too little."

"Crossbowing? Is that even a word?"

That was Claire. Damien made a wierd face at her then turned to leave.

"I'll go make the crossbows now."

He called over his head. But when he looked back again, he saw Mira following him.