Tomboy Island

They stayed out of the jungle for as long as they could as they moved east, but eventually they had to get back between the trees. “Fruit!” Ashley shouted and pointed upwards.

Alex followed her hand, then went to retrieve them. “I wonder if these are also magical,” he thought out loud.

They took a food break. It was well in the afternoon and they hadn’t discovered much today, all things considered. Despite the eventful start, it seemed like nothing was going to happen. A disappointment in some ways, primarily because Alex wanted to find the remaining women.

“I was useful…” Ashley mumbled to herself. “...yay.”

Alex swallowed the last of his fruit and looked at the petite Asian woman. “You really were,” he said, making a spontaneous decision. “Time for a reward. Come here.”

“O-okay?” stammered the shy reporter, before crawling over at an eager pace. Once she was within arm’s reach, Alex pulled her over his crossed legs. Her stomach and chest were on top of his lap, showing the pale swing of her smooth back to him. “Uhm, I thought this was going to be a reward?” she asked, voice quivering. The naughty girl knew exactly what this position was for.

Alex ran a hand over the swing of her tight little ass. Hers was a modest behind, nice and round for her petite frame but not such a sinfully obscene derriere was some of his other sex slaves were equipped with. Variety was the spice of life, as they said, and so he took a moment to savour it all.

A quick swat made Ashley moan. “Remember your manners,” the dom told his submissive. “When Master rewards you, a submissive should go…?” A second smack to her rippling behind was her opportunity to prove herself.

“Thanks, Master!” Ashley cried.

“That’s a good girl.” Alex scratched where the magical changes to her body were causing her scalp to itch. “You keep using those acute eyes of yours, you wonderful little thing,” he complimented her. “You make all of this easier and safer for the entire party.”

“Thanks, Master!” the reporter acknowledged his words, alongside the third smack. Pliable flesh rippled.

“That’s right, you’re a good girl.”

“Thank, Master!”

“My good girl.”

“Tha-aahnksh, Master!”

Alex laid off the spanks. He did not want her to be too sore to continue walking. Leaving her horny after all of that would have been a little too cruel, so moved his hand between her legs. “Liking the show?” he asked, while two of his digits curved into the tight cunt of the petite Asian.

Sofia just nodded repeatedly, while Tess cooed a throaty, “Yes, Master.” Both of them were masturbating, matching their pace to that of his fingers. They tried to orgasm at the same time, but Ashley was on too much of a hair trigger. The reporter drenched his hand with fresh juices from her honeypot. The other two girls required a few more minutes to get themselves off.

Then, all three served him in turn. Alex finished off the rest of his fruit while the tongues of Ashley, Tess and Sofia had a friendly competition over his manhood. Tess naturally managed to get the most out of the situation, being the largest and most confident by a wide margin.

After he had cum, they were ready to continue.

They went south-east. At this point, those that were still unaccounted for were most likely either lost in the jungle or remained in it for other reasons. Few people possessed a sense of orientation as acute as Alex’s and there was more than one way to get stuck in this landscape. An intuition that proved correct.

They were about an hour into their maneuvering through the jungle, chatting as they went, when they heard someone shout. “HEY! SOMEBODY OUT THERE!”

“YES!” Alex shouted back immediately. “KEEP TALKING! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“DOWN A BIG HOLE! I AM JANETTE! COME HELP ME, ALEX!” The former pilot was somewhat surprised she knew his name. He was vaguely aware of her as well. Janette was the competitor for Judo from the Society of Olympic Women.

Following her voice, he soon found the mentioned hole in the ground. It was a solid four metres deep. The walls were covered in moisture and loose moss, making scaling the stone near impossible.

At the bottom of that hole, sitting on top of a tree trunk, next to a little pond of clear water, was Janette. Striking blue eyes stared up at him. She was another tall latina woman with short hair and caramel skin. Her breasts were of moderate size, her hips wide, and her figure toned.

“Care to help me up?” she asked and tapped her seat. “My original escape route decided to roll over.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Alex promised.

As he spoke, Tess stepped up next to him to the edge. “Yo,” the athlete in the pit greeted the gym manager, then narrowed her eyes a bit. She was likely noticing the halo above Tess’ head and considering whether her eyes were playing tricks on her. In this light, she could be forgiven if she thought they were.

‘One thing after the other,’ Alex thought and took a step backwards. There were some vines higher up that he could potentially loosen to utilize as an impromptu rope. Alternatively, he could grab Tess, lower her down until she could grab Janette, then pull both of them up. The former was more work involved, the latter was a feat of physical power that he wouldn’t have considered before recently. He wasn’t blind to his own growing superhuman strength though.

The vines sounded more reasonable and comfortable. Scaling up one of the trees and ripping a handful of them three was child’s play to him at this point. The thick ropes of plant fibre fell to the ground and Alex landed next to them after getting off the branch himself.

“Alright, I’ll pull you out, just hold on,” he instructed Janette and tossed one end of the longest vine down.

“Just keep it steady and I can get myself out!” Janette shouted back.

They ended up doing a little bit of both. Alex held onto the vine, keeping it taut and steady while she dragged herself up and was dragged up in return.

All things considered, four metres weren’t that much. Janette ended up making it to the top within a few seconds. “How did you even end up down there?” Tess asked, once their newest find was securely seated on proper ground.

“I saw that there was water on the bottom and decided to go for a sip. The tree that I sat on originally was leaned up against the side, but when I climbed back up it slipped off to the side. I managed to not get crushed, so give me a little credit.” Janette rolled her neck. “I was down there for half of today. Lucky for me you came along.”

“Glad to have found you,” Alex said. “We’re finally in the double digits.”

“I’m the tenth?” Janette asked.

“11th, technically,” Sofia said. “We should count Alex…”

Alex had actually forgotten to include himself in the number, but he was more focused around finding his passengers/potential haremettes that mathematical accuracy. “We’re still missing Astrid, Jane, Kiara and…” Alex did not quite remember the names of the other two. “The Kenyan and the Spanish women.”

“Niara and Sara,” Tess reminded him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, M-” the goth stopped herself. For the time being, Alex had gently requested that they did not play the Master card in front of newcomers immediately. He wanted to reveal these things in his time.

Janette appeared to be too focused on something else to notice the odd stop to Tess’ sentence. “Hey, were you always this pale?” she asked. “I know you were an indoor rat, but this pale? In this climate?”

“A lot of things happened…” Alex said vaguely and sighed. “Seeing is believing. Let’s just say that it works best if we get you up to speed back at the camp.”

“Alright?” Janette was understandably confused, but got up. “So where to?”

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“What the fuck?”

“I know right?” Charlotte asked.

The way back to the camp had been without incident. A couple of hours through the jungle, then a bit of trekking along the shoreline, nothing unusual. During that time, they had only made smalltalk. Little comments had subtly prepared Janette for what she was not seeing.

“Can I…?” she asked.

“Help yourself.” The vixen tilted her head slightly for better access. The latina rubbed the pointy, furred fox ears of the French woman. They flicked once after she let go, as if to readjust themselves.

“Freaky… are they… what?”

“Yeah, we’re acting like it's just normal to stay sane, but it really ain’t,” Charlotte agreed.

“How does that even feel?” Janette asked.

“Honestly? Ain’t bad. I can just hear… more now.” The extra pair of ears turned a bit on top of the French swimmers head. They could turn nearly 180 degrees, which was impressive in a way. “Still not used to the extra drag in the water, but all around its not like they’re hindering me in any way. Also I do look kinda cute with them.”

Blair chose that moment to walk into the conversation. “I thought you’d be stuck riding some phallic object.”

“Rich hearing that from you, slut,” Janette answered in a bantering tone. The two hugged closely.

From what Alex had been told, Janette was the third of the three prominent sluts on the plane. There were a few more in the Society of Olympic Women, but none that had been onboard when they crashed. Blair had readily reported that she and Janette had been part of a couple of threesomes together, many of which had continued well after the one night stand had left. They were friends, sex friends, and wing women.

“So, magic is real?” Janette asked.

That was Alex’s queue to take over the conversation. “Either that or we are being lab rats for a very interesting science experiment that might as well be magic. Considering what Sofia can do and Tess’ halo, I’m betting on magic.”

“...Alright,” Janette looked around at the various signs of mutation, or whatever they wanted to call the ongoing, supernatural changes. “I’m going to do like you and just accept this so I don’t go crazy.”

That was about the only way to handle this without getting paralyzed with existential dread. “There’s a simultaneously more and less absurd bit of news I should break to you,” Alex told her. Janette raised an eyebrow. “Blair, Charlotte, show her what you are.”

“”Yes, Master.”” The second eyebrow shot up and confused blinks accompanied the dropping of the two privatized sluts to their knees. Alex’s manhood was made the focus of adoring licks. Blair managed to monopolize the tip first, taking his rapidly hardening cock into the depths of her throat.

Charlotte gave his full balls a kiss, then half-turned to Janette. “We’re Alex’s sex slaves now - all of us.”

“Concentrate on my cock, let me do the talking,” Alex gently reprimanded and Charlotte did as ordered. Janette was glued to the sight right up until he continued talking. “To give you the short story, I always wanted a harem…”

“You are a man, alright,” Janette said drily.

“Exactly. One thing led to another and now I am in the privileged position that all of the women at camp, one after another, have decided to become my women. We do the whole sex slave play, it’s mostly BDSM play. I enjoy the casual free use of my submissives and all of that, but I’m not doing actual slavery and you won’t be forced to join in. I’m inviting you to, I’ll try to convince you even, but I will not force you.”

 Janette looked around. The other women in the camp were following the scene with one eye. They were equal parts looking for their opportunity to either join the depravities or talk to the newcomer. Evelyn, Valeria and Selana were missing, reportedly having left to get more clay. Besides them everyone was present at the moment.

Yahui was overseeing their oven, where they were burning a few basic containers for water. They had no idea how long exactly they needed to keep them in there, but it wasn’t like they couldn’t try again another time. Sofia and Ashley were openly masturbating to the scene. Tess was double-checking the new structures that had been built over the day: bamboo frames holding palm leaves to create basic shelter. That left the two private sluts working his cock and the slut he was talking to.

“I’m not sure if I’m more impressed by the suggestion you made Tess your sex slave or Evelyn…”

“The one that held out the longest was Yahui,” Alex said.

“I gave it several days of contemplation,” the Chinese woman weighed in. “It was more than needed, but no one here will fault you if you decide to take your own time.”

“Right… okay, Blair, is that cock your god or what is going on with you?” Janette stared at the redhead and her incredibly enthusiastic deepthroating. “I knew you were a cumslut, but you are going down on him like you have a pussy in your throat.”

“About that,” Alex held Blair down against his groin, casually fucking her face as he talked. He loved that he got to do that. His voice somehow remained even throughout it all. “The changes of the island have made me able to keep up with the sexual appetite of all of these women and my cum delicious enough to trigger orgasms.”

“Bull!”

“You’re welcome to sample,” Alex invited her. “You’re welcome to join us during the orgies as well. I just have two conditions. One, I won’t be treated like a meat dildo. Two, you don’t get to enjoy my women when I’m not around. Only my haremettes get to make out with each other on their own. Besides that, if you got urges, I’m willing to help you out.”

“...” Janette considered only for a moment, before getting on her knees. “Alright, let me try this.”

Alex released Blair’s head. “You won’t do better than me,” the redhead stated, once her saliva and precum stained lips were detached from his manhood.

“We’ll see about that.” There was a clear competitive streak in Janette. No amount of competitive drive could make up the difference between an enthusiastic slut and a true cumslut though. Blair’s blowjob had been an act of skill and veneration. Janette just sucked him off.

It was pleasant. She knew what she was doing. The one thing that Alex liked about sluts was their confidence at handling his cock. That being said, she knew very little about his sensitive spots and his size was more than she could handle. Every time she forced herself all the way down to the base, she had to glide back up quickly.

“It does taste delicious,” she groaned between dives. “Man, all of this is crazy.”

“Nothing crazy about liking to suck Master’s cock,” Charlotte disagreed. “Least crazy thing around here.”

“He is the kind of man that’s worth forgetting all other males for,” Blair agreed.

“Such good girls,” Alex grunted and put a hand on Janette’s head. He guided her softly, exploring how submissive she was through gentle nudges. The instinctive result he got was a little less than Blair, which was more than submissive enough for his standards.

It took about five minutes of her work for him to get close to orgasm. Bit for bit, she figured out his weak spots and the proper rhythm. Once she had it, he was rapidly getting closer. At the very edge, he pulled her up until only the tip of his cock was behind her brown lips. Blair grabbed his shaft and masturbated him over the edge.

The skepticism remained in the latina slut’s eyes right up until the first spurt hit her tongue. Surprised moans vibrated through her lips, while he marked the inside of her mouth with a large, thick load. The third spurt pushed Janette over the edge as well. The martial artist was spasming where she sat while her cumslut of a friend kept milking every drop of her Master’s seed into her mouth. The sight was incredibly hot. Charlotte showering his tensing balls with kisses only added to it all.

“Fuck…” Janette gasped once she had gulped it all down. “You are blessed with that… no wonder they all agreed to become your harem girls…”

“Actually, most of the harem came first,” Alex told her and smiled confidently. “I have so much more to offer.”

“Seriously, you should have seen him put the foundations of this camp together,” Charlotte blabbered proudly, using that particular tone that women used when they wanted to brag with their man. “He was so hot. He IS so hot. His cum making you climax when you drink it is, like, number six on the list of reasons to be his sex slave.”

“I’ll… oh god…” Janette shuddered from an aftershock. “I’ll give it some thought.”

Alex smirked as if he had already won her over. He did it both because he actually felt that way and because he knew that an expression like that was intoxicating to women like her. He was getting rather good at winning over these tomboys for his harem. “Think about it as long as you need,” he encouraged her, letting his confidence flow into his voice. The unspoken part was ‘it won’t be long’.

With his balls a little lighter and Janette delivered to the camp, he checked the current position of the sun. By his estimation, they had two more hours of daylight. Not a whole lot of time to be exploring, but some time regardless. He could also stay at camp, talk, and develop some more.