Tomboy Island

Alex decided to pay some extra attention to Janette that morning. She was the newest person and sole non-haremette, so he felt she could use it. Tess and Yahui following him was entirely their choice.

Janette was sitting at the edge of camp just staring at everything going on. She had that introverted air to her, like she was just a fixture of the environment. That was until Alex stepped up to her. “Yo,” she greeted in a dispassionate tone. “Here to flirt?”

“Just to talk,” Alex said and sat down in front of her. Tess and Yahui sat down by his side. He kept his hands to himself, he genuinely just wanted a casual conversation at the moment. “We haven’t had a quiet moment yet, so I thought we should catch up a little. We only gave you the general breakdown so far.”

“I appreciate it,” Janette said.

Alex did lead from there, filling her in on any details so far and getting her story in return. Nothing unusual there. Washing ashore naked, strange lights and fog, all of it matched the experience of everyone else.

“What are your feelings on the situation?” he asked her in the end.

“It's obviously related to you,” she answered. It wasn’t accusatory, just an observation. “I had nothing change so far and it does look like its happening roughly in order of the people you found, right? Seems like the source is you or at least tied to you.”

Slowly, Alex nodded. Whether that was right or not, it did definitely sound plausible. “Anything else you think should be shared?”

“This whole situation is crazy, but I don’t mind crazy,” Janette answered with a shrug. “Not sure where I fall into it. I love how it feels to get fucked by you, but I don’t want to ‘lose to the cock’. I like my freedom.”

“We’re pretty free in the harem,” Tess advertised.

“You know what she means,” Yahui chimed in. “Let’s not put undue pressure on anyone.”

“Most important is that everyone pulls their weight and that includes me.” Janette locked eyes with Alex. “Cocksleeve or not, make sure you give me the same amount of work as everyone else. Or more.”

Considering that she was taller and more toned than even most of the other tomboys, he doubtlessly would take her up on that offer. Sending someone like her out over someone like Ashley was just common sense. Plus, as a world-class practitioner of Judo, she did have combat experience of a kind.

“I won’t give you favourable treatment to win you over,” he assured her. “We’re survivors first, the harem comes after that, even for me.”

“Good.”

Alex leaned back a bit, to have all three in his field of view with the next question. “What do you think is next for us?”

“Obviously, we find the rest of your potential sex slaves,” Tess drawled sarcastically. Sincerely, she added, “but I do mean that we should focus on finding the other passengers.”

“Who are we missing?” Yahui asked, partly rhetorical. The athletes did know each other, but many only passingly. The goth woman was one of two that did know everyone.

“Astrid, Jane, Niara, Sara, and Kiara,” Tess listed.

“I would like to find Kiara as soon as possible,” Alex spoke his thoughts. “Not that I think that I have choice in who we stumble into.”

Tess sighed. “The shortstack definitely would need help the most. After that, from those five, Sara will probably be out of her depth.”

“What did she do again?” Janette asked. “Tennis?”

“Yes,” Tess confirmed. “Astrid, Jane and Niara I am not that worried about. You’re probably worried about Astrid and Jane though, right, Alex?”

He slowly nodded. Jane was a good friend of his and Astrid had been around now and again, often enough to call the blonde Swedish woman a close acquaintance. “After we’ve found everyone… I don’t quite know what next. I’d like to expand the camp, but I am not sure how long we’ll be staying here. Could be that the other island has a better spot.”

“Maybe we should move right now?” Janette suggested. “Better early than late, right?”

Alex shook his head. “I don’t want to relocate before I am absolutely sure no one else is on this island. There is a chance they are on the other island, or even other islands we aren’t aware of, but with 10 out 15 having been here so far, I am willing to bet the other 5 are also on this island.”

“Good call,” Janette said. “Whatever else, you definitely are the best leader. Not sure about leaving Evelyn in charge of the camp in your absence.”

“You think you could do it better?” Tess asked.

Janette gave it a calm shrug. “Potentially.”

Alex left that uncommented. It was too early to say that no one should challenge Evelyn. It might shake out that someone else was more suited or that a splitting of responsibilities worked best. They would have to test and see.

“Still not sure I want to be one of your girl toys,” Janette suddenly said, “but I’m definitely getting my guts rearranged by you again.”

“You know the conditions,” Alex jokingly remarked, then wondered about something else.

“Yeah, delightfully clear, unlike the shit back in ‘civilization’,” Janette put the word into air quotes.

“It is a perk,” Yahui swiftly agreed. “A liberation, downright.”

“Yeah, not sure if I even want to go back… not like I have anyone back home worth returning to…” Janette pressed her lips together, then shook her head. “Alright, enough of this talking. I’ll go catch some sun.” She got up and walked away before anyone else could ask her further questions.

“She never was comfortable talking about her private life,” Tess told her Master once the martial artist was out of earshot.

“Maybe she’ll warm up down the line.” Alex got up himself. Everyone was going through the remainder of their morning routines. In a little while, they would all get together and he would pick his travel companions for the day.

The gathered camp sat in relative quiet while Alex ponded his decision. He had a little bit of doubt in him if it was proper to just keep taking Tess along with him every day. Cries of favouritism were, probably, bad for a harem. He didn’t really know, western upbringing hadn’t exactly prepared him for his present situation as the head of a successful polygynous arrangement.

Since it had served him well so far, he went with his gut on this one and decided that he could bring her along again. This wasn’t just any harem, it was his tomboy harem and these athletes had to understand that bringing the goth along had gotten good results so far. Her sarcastic attitude and general presence just kept him focused - as did the eagerness with which she drained his balls whenever that was ‘necessary’.

Beyond her, Alex decided on two more women. Two that were either the best or among the best at maneuvering the jungle. Today would be another exploration day. “Tess, Selana and Valeria will be coming along with me,” he told everyone. “Everyone else, keep doing what you were doing. I’d like it if you focused on getting a proper bed together though.”

“We’ll see what we can find,” Evelyn answered, while the three chosen women separated themselves from the larger group.

At 1,81 metres, Tess was the shortest of this group. The rest of them, Alex included, were practically equal in height. The trio of tall, busty and wide-hipped would be able to keep up easily with Alex. Valeria could shine whenever they needed to scout out an elevated spot and Selana could tap into her adrenaline addiction to help them push through challenges ahead. That was, if her newly engorged tits didn’t distract all of them. Alex hadn’t seen anything jiggle this alluringly since the last time she had taken a step. It just kept on repeating.

“I think we may have to wring you dry before we set out,” Tess pointed out.

“On it!” Selana shouted and immediately descended on the man of the island. The hyper-submissive woman gave her Owner a victorious grin and wrapped her enormous jugs around his cock. “I know what my Master wants,” she cooed.

Alex far from minded this aggressive approach by her. Fun as it was to take advantage of her complete obedience to his commands and sadistic actions, it was equally nice to see Selana just be Selana in the erotic context.

Plus, any need to show her her place melted away in the heat between her magnificent breasts. Alex knew he was on the bigger side of things, not monstrously huge just large enough to be proud of it. That big dick fully disappeared between the brown mountains of Selana’s chest.

Drooling into her cleavage, Selana added extra lubrication to the spreading precum. Soon the up and down of her tits was a smooth motion. Squeezing the world’s softest pair of coconuts together, the latina moaned as she kept on shaking the jugs around his manhood. The rhythm was a steady, simple up and down. They would figure out more creative uses of her hands and breasts another time, for now both of them were lost in that first application.

While Alex groaned from the pleasure, Selana was positively whining in delight. “Master… Master I think you broke me again,” she declared. “I’m going to cum! Having your hard, hot cock between my tits is going to make me… cum…!”

The service paused as a series of shivers ran through the perfect slut. ‘Fuck, and I could have had this sex slave years earlier!’ Alex beat himself up, not for the last time. The regret from the fact that, during any of their previous field trips, he could have just confessed to finding her hot and piped her down and broken her into his submissive sex slave was only dulled by her being that at this very moment.

“Make room,” Valeria suddenly demanded. The darker-skinned Latina, courtesy of her partly African ancestry, squeezed between Selana and their Master. The cat-eared climber descended on Selana’s cleavage like it was the most natural thing in the world. Red lips and eager tongue pressed into the overabundant, squishy flesh, found the head of Rykard cock buried within, and began to suck.

Hot only began to describe the scene. One sex slave was still cumming way harder than any woman should climax from giving a tit job and another was sucking the parts of his dick she could get access too while burying her face in Selana’s cleavage. Two nubile tomboys, unified in their need to please.

“This is what you deserve, my saviour,” Tess whispered into his ear and hugged him from behind.

Lasting for even two more minutes was a feat in this situation. Alex managed three, before the soft massage he got through Selana’s kneading of her own tits and the swirling tongue of Valeria proved just too much. His semen pumped into the cat woman’s mouth, triggering an orgasm in the climber. “Share with Tess,” he ordered.

Valeria managed to obey, sitting up straight among the spasms, then swapping his seed back and fourth with Tess. While they were locked in an orgasmic kiss, Selana kept serving him with her tits. It was almost enough to keep him hard, but only almost. A part of Alex was prescient enough to focus on the day ahead.

Once they had finished up and cleaned themselves by the river again, it was time to set out.

“We’ll do a search in the surrounding area first,” Alex announced. “Doubles up as searching for survivors and securing the perimeter.”

“Just lead the way, Master,” Tess told him.

And so he did. For about ten minutes, before the goth grabbed him hastily by the shoulder. “What?” he asked.

“Watch where you’re going,” she requested and pointed at the ground.

Following her finger, Alex spotted a pit filled to the brim with thorny brush that he had been about to sink his foot into. It wouldn’t have been a lethal injury, but the vast amount of cuts on his sole and leg would have slowed him for a couple of days, maybe even forced him to stay at camp for most of them.

“Thank you,” Alex answered earnestly. The embarrassment he felt, he let show. He would have loved to claim infallibility, but he wasn’t faultless. Luckily, his women had a keen eye on things and were ready to support him.

“I need you intact,” Tess stated drily.

“We all do, so good job, goth girl,” Selana joked.

“Am I the only who sees that as well?” the raven-haired woman added and now pointed at a bit of nearby brush.

Alex inspected that as well. He repressed the need to smack himself on the forehead. Part of a nearby brush was cracked and pulled. The track was immediately obvious. Someone else had almost stepped into these thorns and grabbed the brush in the last moment, yanking themselves back. A nearby patch of disturbed moss showed where they had landed.

“I must be getting complacent,” he mumbled admonishingly to himself. At least now that he had the track, it was easy enough to follow. It was relatively recent, probably from the day before. “Someone caught one of our tracks but lost them before finding the camp,” he theorized as he led the party along. “IS SOMEBODY OUT THERE?!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

No answer, not yet anyway. The group advanced deeper into the jungle. There were plenty of tracks to follow. Part of them seemed to have been left deliberately. Rykard recognized the intuitive marks of someone who had no idea how to navigate a jungle, but had seen enough movies to at least create a few landmarks for themselves as they advanced. Notches in tree bark, deliberately snapped branches, trenches in moss, that sort of thing. The frequency left something to be desired. Whoever was doing this underestimated just how quick one could get lost in the jungle. It was enough to follow them though.

“HEY!” Valeria shouted. The group was making noises frequently, just to have whoever they were tracking react. “ANSWER!”

“Y-yes!” The response was sudden and very close. “Yes, I am here!”

The woman stuck her head out of a den hidden under a tilted tree. She was among the darker skinned people that had been on the plane, mostly because she was tanned on top of having a mediterranean complexion, resulting in a mocha skin tone. Her eyes and curly hair were brown, her chest small, but her hide wide to the point of dominating her figure. After climbing out of her hideout, she stood at an average height.

“S-sorry, I was sleeping,” she stammered. “Uhm, uh… h-hi… wait… why do you have cat ears, Valeria?” She stopped to rub more of the drowsiness from her eyes, then did a double take. “I-is that a halo?!”

“Glad to see you too, Sara,” Valeria greeted the Spanish tennis player.

‘There are a lot of latinas on this island… not that I am complaining,’ Alex thought, while choosing his approach. He was looking forwards to the day that he would not have to explain the situation on the regular.

“I know this is confusing, but let’s get back to camp first. It’ll be easier to explain where we can sit down,” Alex said.

“O-o-o-okaaaaaay?!” Sara stammered.

They were only fifteen minutes away from the coast and another five minutes back to the camp from there. It was that much easier to move when one had an idea where the destination was.

Sara was stunned twice over. Usually, people should have been stunned because this was only their sixth day on the island and already there were several women working together to dig out a shallow pit to fill with whatever soft stuff they could find, creating a basic mattress. Sara, however, had to be stunned because of all of the inhuman additions that had been made to the women she knew.

“Alright… let’s start with the most odd part - magic is real.”

“I can see that!” Sara squeaked.

‘She really is one of those types,’ Alex thought, without any condemnation. Adding a tan latina to the ranks of Sofia and Ashley only added to his enjoyment, but he was getting ahead of himself. “I really can’t tell you more than that. We are speculating that it’s the island and that it may have something to do with me, but as to how it functions or why the supernatural has chosen us to crash here, we have no idea. We just noticed the obvious.”

“Okay… okay?” Sara kept her breathing steady. “I am calm.”

Alex scratched the back of his head and proceeded to destroy that veneer. “Also I am building a harem.”

“A ha-haaaa-haaaaa- a haa—-a haaaaa,” Sara wheezed. In a very thin voice, she added, “Explain?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like,” Tess weighed in. “Most of us here have surrendered ourselves to our Master already.”

“She’s putting it dramatically,” Valeria took over. “Plainly put: Alex always wanted a harem. A bunch of us always wanted the kind of man who was sexually and socially able enough to have a harem. Interests aligned. The few that hadn’t harboured fantasies of getting pounded on the regular in massive orgies with one exceptional man and a bunch of hot women were taken in anyway because… it is just that hot.”

“He just cums inside you and you orgasm and that’s after he’s been pounding you like a possessed stallion,” Selana advertised.

“Really? Really!” Sara’s eyes wandered from the three nodding companions over to the other women in the camp, all of which confirmed the claim. “Really….” she mustered Alex with renewed interest.

Alex sensed that, between the camp of those that had already had the fantasies and those that just slid into the harem life, Sara was definitely the former. “I want all of you to be in my harem - everyone who landed on this island with me,” he put his intentions plainly. “You’re all too gorgeous and able not to want. I won’t get another chance in my life to flirt with a dozen olympic athletes.”

“That’s, uhm, very flattering and everything…” Sara tugged at the tips of her hair. “But I don’t think I am mentally prepared to, uhm, be put into a mating press and marked as personal property? I-I have a virginity to protect!”

Alex had not said anything about such details and just grinned at her mentioning them. “I’ll give you time,” he told her. “This is an offer you can refuse. I just think it’d be a shame.” He leaned in close, until their foreheads almost touched. “I would loathe losing a gorgeous woman like you and I think you won’t find a man more suited to take all of you.”

Sara’s breathing hitched. Her nipples were erect. Her pussy was subtly swollen. Maybe Alex could have pushed her all the way immediately. He chose not to risk it. The benefit of being stranded on an island together was that he was in no hurry. There was a sweet smell to her, pheromones perhaps, that made Alex certain she was going to be his before long.

“Think about it.”

“I-i’ll masturba- think about it!” Sara promised eagerly.