Chapter Ten:

Yoko's Tale: The Nightmare of Paradise

It started with what looked like a harmless invitation.

'Come to the exotic land of Anime Island...' The letter read, 'It's paradise there, and no paradise would be complete without more beauty. Islands need more beauty, and you will feel appreciated. We promise special treatment.'

Had she known, Yoko would have tried to decline. But curiosity could never be resisted, especially with the idea of an Anime Island where women like her were appreciated.

And once her mind was made up, the ponytailed fighter found a boat and began her voyage across the seas of the Mushroom Kingdom. The waves were quite calm, and the sky was a gorgeous blue. Her hands were relaxed as she gripped the wheel as gently as possible. Yoko lowered her sunglasses, and let the yellow rays of the sun shine upon her.

Who wouldn't want to visit a luxurious paradise, especially when Yoko could vaguely remember the last time she had a vacation, and it seemed another getaway to lush landscapes was in order.

The letter contained a map on the back, detailing the path to Anime Island, and boat rides were known to be long. However, with the motorboat that Yoko had chosen to utilize, she would likely make it before sundown. It was a bright late morning, and one may never know what surprises every day would have in store.

Dolphins occasionally leaped out of the waters, and whales rolled by the ever-moving boat. Yoko lifted her shades, and smiled as she gazed at the great blue horizon. Water droplets impacted the attractive fighter's face, and the rumble of boat engines filled her ears.

Great waves churned, rose, and fell around her ride, and a calm Yoko often steered around the impending walls of water to ensure her boat's path wasn't disrupted with her ride knocked about by the waves. She proceeded on, maintaining course, and breathed slowly. Around her, the world seemed to shift, and time passed Yoko by.

Soon, a mass of land loomed in the distance, and the attractive Yoko Littner squinted her eyes to make sure this wasn't a hallucination. From afar, she could see palm trees, a huge mountain, and a towering structure that took the shape of a castle.

She'd found the island, and the coordinates on the map were true. Yoko wondered who would be waiting to greet her, and she sat back, ready to make the final approach towards Anime Island. The needle in the fuel gauge shook within the full zone, and she was relieved there had been enough gas for the full journey.

A sigh of happiness left her lungs, and Yoko smiled with eagerness to enjoy a tropical landscape for herself. Just then, a chill rolled up her spine, and a shadow loomed over her, as the sunlight seemed to fade. Yoko looked up, and gasped to see a massive tentacle rising from the water, followed by another tentacle.

Monsters from the depths, but what kind of anime island paradise allowed tentacle creatures off its shores?

Before Yoko could make a crucial move, the first tentacle came down, and the boat shook violently as wood crunched, and the engine was cut. The creature had just attacked, and decimated part of Yoko's ride. The anime girl stood up, preparing to dive into the water, and shrieked in alarm when something wet wrapped around her midsection.

She raised her fists, and punched the surrounding tentacle, which proved to be no use as the creature lifted Yoko into the air. Another tentacle moved in, and wrapped itself around her left wrist, before a third and a fourth surrounded her right arm with a few more surrounding her legs.

'I'm going to be ripped apart, I'm going to be ripped apart!' Yoko thought in a panic.

And the tentacles began to shake her all around. She cried, and pleaded for it to stop, but the shaking became faster. A tentacle rolled up her back, and another swung in to smack Yoko across her firm butt, eliciting a shriek from her. The shaking continued, and the fighter's eyesight became a blur within moments.

"Someone... stop..." Yoko thought, "Please..."

With each crucial second, she fought to remain awake and to fight off the tentacles, with her efforts proving to be useless. Yoko's head pounded, and her heart thumped against her ribs. Her eyes rolled, and blackness overcame her eyesight. Yoko felt herself go limp in the grasp of the tentacles, and, within seconds, the dizziness overcame her and she drifted into darkness.

And for a while, she felt dead to the world. But soon, life was restored to her. Yoko knew she wasn't dead, far from it. As her mind reawakened, and her eyes opened, she felt the continued beating of her heart. Not only that, but Yoko noticed the absence of the tentacles.

"Welcome, Yoko..."

The voice was welcoming, but what awaited her didn't feel that way.

Yoko found herself within a throne room, within a castle, surrounded by Goombas, and she lay at the foot of a throne. She looked up, seeing a large green chameleon staring down at her with some sort of huge pen with a red orb in hand. A pink-haired woman stood by his side, with her hair in pigtails, and sporting a one-piece school swimsuit with high-heels.

She quickly noticed something cold around her neck, realizing that someone had slapped a collar onto her. No, not just any collar, a chain collar. Yoko noticed the links leading to the side of the throne, and she sat up on both knees, confused and worried. Something smacked her on the shoulder, and Yoko turned to see a Koopa holding a whip.

"Welcome to my Anime Island, Yoko Littner..." The chameleon repeated, "Like many other women, you have become one of my exotic waifus. Who wouldn't want to make out with someone as gorgeous as you, my dear? My name is Francis, and I am... a huge fan of your adventures."

"We all are." A Koopa quipped, "Who doesn't love seeing you fight in a sexy outfit?"

"I love you so much, Yoko!" A Goomba shrieked.

"MAKE LOVE TO ME!" A Monty Mole demanded, "I WANT YOU, YOKO!"

Normally, Yoko would be thrilled to be surrounded by fans, but not here. And she was realizing the truth by the moment. This wasn't a paradise. This was a nightmare. And that creep called Francis was making Yoko his prisoner, but what did he need her for?

The collar around her neck shook, and Yoko noticed that Francis had grabbed the chain. He smirked at her, then he tapped the big pen on the floor as if he was gesturing for Yoko to approach him. A moment later, an orange-haired woman stepped out from behind the throne, surrounded by a blue aura, and Francis chuckled with a hint of great sinister glee.

'What?!' Yoko thought, gazing upon the woman who'd just appeared.

It was unbelievable, and logically improbable. And yet, it was her. Yoko thought Francis was using a trick mirror, but it was actually a double of herself, sporting a fiery black-orange bikini bra and tight shorts, contrasting the fiery red and orange bra and G-string the real Yoko noticed herself wearing.

Fake Yoko approached her, and the helpless anime fighter found herself being lifted to her feet by her mysterious magical counterpart. Francis nodded his head, and the doppelganger led Yoko closer towards the throne.

"Leave us..." Francis demanded.

His guards left the room, and the doors closed. Yoko's heart thumped, and she glanced at her counterpart, then she stared at the woman next to Francis, and the chameleon on the throne in front of her.

"We're about to have all sorts of fun, Yoko-Chan..." He purred, and Yoko shivered as he stroked her shoulder, "And I don't mind playing with two of you, so does Queen Saiko. Isn't that right, my love?"

"I so enjoy the special treatments you let me partake in with your waifus, my anime king." Saiko Bichitaru replied, "And you are so lucky to have someone as cute as Yoko and her double..."

"Shall we play?" Francis purred to Yoko, and he licked her neck in a lustful manner.

"Oh, yes!" Fake Yoko exclaimed.

"No! No!" Yoko protested, "What are you...?"

Francis grabbed her by the shoulders, and silenced the orange-haired beauty with a kiss upon the lips. Yoko felt her counterpart grab her from behind, holding her still, and the sinister chameleon made out with Yoko all the way to the moon. He licked her cleavage, groped her rump, and kissed her in the most aggressive manner possible, and all she could do was whimper...

How much more did she have to endure?

Yoko stood upon the tower of the palace, looking over the seaside with the palm trees and the ocean. The view from the lounge had been a wonder, but it looked a little intimidating up here. And yet, she wanted out of this horrible nightmare. After just a few years on the island, having to serve the kinky desires of that chameleon, and dealing with tentacles, she wanted to be free.

She stepped closer to the edge of the tower, preparing to make the jump. Perhaps she would climb down, then make the jump when she'd gotten a reasonable distance. Life or death, life or death. Perhaps death was her salvation, even though Yoko preferred to live.

'Don't look down, don't look down.' She thought.

Her hair flowed in the breeze, and fresh air filled her lungs. Yoko's mind was filled with thoughts on what Francis had put her through. Why did she have to deal with his advances day after day, and why suffer with the other women?

He was a monster, and he knew no consent. Yoko was lucky to have not gotten pregnant from her nights with Francis, the thought of even bearing that corrupted nerd's offspring sickened her. She'd kept it together for so long, but what was even the point of staying on this horrible island surrounded by perverts and those who knew no consent.

And did she have to deal with her Inkweaver replica's advances too, even though Francis encouraged it?

'Jump, jump, jump.' The voice begged.

"Why leave?"

There he was, smirking at her.

Yoko pressed herself over the edge, but Francis was onto her in moments. The chameleon pulled her away, and pinned the orange-haired waifu to the ground. He held up a pair of chains, and wrapped them around her shapely figure. Francis licked his lips, and dipped in to lick Yoko's cleavage again like he had before.

"It would be such a shame to let you go, Yoko-Chan..." The lizard purred, "I'm not that terrible of a man, and this island IS a paradise. Don't throw it all away, there are so many people who love you. So, how about some love?"

Yoko opened her mouth to scream, only for Francis to silence her with a kiss.

He caressed her chest, prompting a moan from her, and the chameleon groped her hips, sending a chill up Yoko's back, then he rolled over on his side while grasping the orange-haired beauty in an intense manner.

Within moments, Yoko was making out with her captor again, without her consent. Francis licked her, savoring the moment as it lasted, and he caressed her shoulders before licking her face in a lustful manner. Yoko struggled to break free, only to find that her "suitor's" grasp was too strong to escape from.

Francis pressed himself against her body, and deepened the kissing by the moment. Yoko moaned and whimpered, a slight tear rolled down her face, and Francis wiped it away with a lick to the cheek. He grinned deviously, and Yoko shivered, knowing what was the chameleon was about to do next as his fingers began to fiddle with the straps of her bra...