Island 3

"Y-you sure…?"

"This is what sex slaves do."

"...Yeah… yeah it is… Alright!"

Alex's mind stirred to this exchange, then jolted awake when he felt the touch of tongues on his hard cock. Opening his eyes, he was met with the wondrous sight of Tess and Sofia giving him proper service.

""Morning, Mashtahr," they slurred in licking unison.

"Hmmm, you taste even better this morning," Tess mumbled, after licking off the first drop of precum.

"Delicious… so sweet," Sofia agreed, getting her first taste of his manhood a moment later.

'Must be all the berries I've been eating,' Alex theorized and just let the service continue.

Around him, the rest of the gathered survivors gradually stirred from their own sleep. Yahui and Charlotte left the scene largely uncommented. Valeria, the last to wake up, raised an eyebrow, but only said. "I'll ask later."

The three athletes then went through their individual morning routines. It involved a good amount of stretching and, in Charlotte's case, deliberately wiggling assets in the direction of Alex. Getting a service like this first thing in the morning, with that sight involved, did not make for optimal conditions for endurance.

Tess was reluctant to taste him, because of her first taste the day before. Sofia had no such inhibitions and kept her lips wrapped nicely wrapped around the head of his cock. Spurt after spurt, he came into her mouth. Appreciative moans echoed from the fencer's throat as she gulped it all down.

"Good girl!" Alex praised her enthusiastically.

"I-it tasted good, so…" Sofia mumbled, turning a bit red.

"Ya kidding me?" Charlotte sashayed over and, without anything in the ways of a warning, licked a stray drop of cum from the fencer's lower lip. The French swimmer was slightly taken aback. "You aren't kidding me! This stuff is great. Should have tried it yesterday!"

"Is it?" Tess mumbled, regret and apology on her face. She would give it a second taste another time.

"Yes, you should have," Alex stated. He had a deep interest in making swallowing his cum the norm. He hadn't received any compliments regarding his taste in the past. He considered that it could have been the recent, fructose rich diet, but for all he knew he always could have been on the tastier side.

"Any nice dreams?" the French tomboy asked. "Because I dreamed I would be bent over and I think that might have been a nightmare, considering I'll have to wait even longer on that front."

Although Alex's libido had grown recently, he did not remain hard right after a morning blowjob. His body craved water and food, the former much more than the latter. "I don't really dream," the pilot confessed with a yawn. "Haven't for years. I do need to drink though."

"There's water down that way," Valeria said.

Alex's attention now shifted to the fifth survivor properly. Now that she wasn't writing on the ground, the dark-skinned woman was the image of self-control. Cooly, she met his gaze with her green eyes.

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"Enough to wash and drink," she continued. "It's why I camped up here."

"...You stayed out here for both days?"

"Once I had water, I was reluctant to leave. I was lucky enough to find some fruits atop nearby trees. I can get some if you'd like." She rolled her shoulders. "I'm a climber, if you don't know."

Alex did not and that was useful knowledge. "If that's going to be possible, I'd be much obliged."

"Will be easy. They're right outside the cave. Just let me wash this dried stuff off me first."

Said dried stuff were the flaky remains of cum and pussy juice clinging to the inside of her thigh. Alex couldn't keep his curiosity to himself any longer. "Are you… fine with what happened last night?"

"Beats masturbating myself to death," she responded flatly. "You tried the alternatives, so thanks for that courtesy. Might not have been how I imagined I'd stop by my virgin streak, but it was hot. Counter question, is this some kind of fuck party?"

They had arrived by the shallow pond now. It was only a corner into the cave, which didn't go much deeper beyond that. The water was clear and tasted harder than Alex preferred, but clean was all they needed. Opposite of the pond was a depression in the stone that reminded him of a gothic arch in its rough shape. Aside from its outline, it was clearly natural in origin. There was nothing beyond it anyway.

'Nature sure is odd sometimes,' Alex thought and had a handful of water before telling Valeria of what had happened the past two days. The direct woman seemed minorly amused on the topic of sex slaves.

"Alright. If I get horny, I'll ask you to fuck me again," she stated at the end.

"Really? You're fine with that?"

"Beats having my brain stir in unfulfilled urges. I spent like three quarters of my day horny and the other quarter taking care of it. Not like I have my toys with me to take care of it. Tess knows what I'm talking about."

The gym manager rolled her eyes. "You get caught wearing a vibrator during workout one time…"

"You forgot to mention the butt plug."

"Is there like an epidemic of nymphomania among athletes?" Alex asked.

"Dude, did you never hear about the Olympic village?" Charlotte gave him a counter question. "I became an athlete halfway because I want buff men to run a train over me."

Alex shot her a warning glance, then reigned himself in. What exactly was she to him now that he could make a demand of her that she would not do that in the future? For one reason or another, Charlotte averted her gaze guilty and focused on cleaning herself.

"Spilling a bit of the secret of women's locker rooms," Tess picked up. "I can tell you, Master, that fit women are horny. Very horny… although me and Valeria were two of a few caught with sex toys in their lockers. I'll keep the rest to myself. Privacy and all that."

Alex nodded, he got a feeling he would find out in due time anyway. Anyone among the nubile tomboys that had crashed with them that had similar nymphomaniac tendencies would likely come to him for 'help' in one shape or another. "More surprising you were both virgins," he confessed. "Every man would salivate at the chance of fucking you."

"Yeah, that's the problem," Tess groaned. "You have any idea how annoying it is to be approached any time you stop somewhere?"

"That's her problem. I just didn't stop to look for a man." Valeria threw her opinion in the ring. "What's your excuse, quiet girl?"

"Uhm… well, dad raised me to marry me off eventually, so I was told very sternly to guard my virginity with my life." Sofia smirked at Alex. "That arrangement was broken off though. The fencing career made me a bit too important to just give away as a token of friendship between oligarchs."

"A fortunate escape for some of us," Yahui agreed.

During the talk, they all splashed themselves with water and gave themselves as good a rub down as possible. "So, how did you end up in that situation?" Alex asked Valeria. "Because I doubt that was just you being a horny woman at work."

"I stumbled into some fog some time before you found me. I only realized what it was doing by the time it was too late. That I managed to make it back to my safe spot was an actual miracle." Valeria rolled her shoulders. "Sounds like the same fog you ran into."

"Right, on that matter," Charlotte raised her voice again. "I now officially agree that there's something weird going on with this island."

Alex raised an eyebrow and looked at the French swimmer. She had been pretty staunch in her opposition yesterday. "How come?"

Charlotte ran a hand through her hair, then over her arm, and finally over her mons. Naked skin glistened from the faint light that made it from the entrance to the alcove to where they currently sat. "It's been two whole days and, I'll just say it like it is, I was blessed with little hair but I wasn't blessed with no hair." She raised an arm and splashed some water on the clean shave of her armpit. "I should have some stubble by now, but nothing."

At the mention, all the other women gave themselves a once-over as well. Alex, similarly, felt his chin. The shave he had gotten the night before the crash was still as present as before. Running a hand through his short hair also made him realize how entirely unaffected it seemed to have been by the events of the past few days.

Day one them still looking like the products of modern skincare routines was ignorable, day two it became a bit questionable, but by day three some signs should have been surfacing. Instead, all of them still looked their best selves.

"I should have had some snowballs by now," Tess admitted, combing through her hair with her fingers.

"When we get off this island, we should tell scientists to look at everything," Alex joked. "Between the intense aphrodisiac and whatever is keeping us this good looking, a whole new line of beauty products can be made."

"Any chance we can claim this island and take in the profits?" Tess asked. "The way things are going, I'd like to build a house here and live with Master off the dividends."

"That sounds lovely," Sofia swooned.

"I don't think international law would recognize that," Yahui chimed in.

"Probably not - especially if we haven't explored it all," Alex agreed. "Let's get breakfast and then set out again." He got up to help Valeria with fetching the fruits. "I'm good at the Tarzan stuff," he assured her.

She was sufficiently impressed when he proved that was true.

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[You now have 5 survivors with you, which I think is enough to justify establishing a Campsite.]

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Past the retrieving and devouring of the fruits was the choice of where to go next. Their group had reached a respectable size, big enough that it was starting to be cumbersome to move as one. At some point, it would be wisest to make a permanent camp somewhere and then split into various teams so they could stock up on food and water. After that, they could tackle some bigger projects.

Before that, however, Alex wanted to learn more about the lay of the land. "Let's go east," he said.

East was the easiest direction to follow this early in the day. The sun was the point of orientation. They just had to follow its radiance where they found it between the trees. Dense as the jungle was, this wasn't always easy, but with enough care and with a climber now among them, they had a decent degree of success.

After an eternity of scaling tree roots, navigating hazards, and just generally overcoming the obstacles of the jungle, they almost suddenly surfaced on another green, flat area. The shore was distantly visible so they kept on walking.

When they reached it, they found soggy soil slanting off into the surf, not a sandy beach. "Wonder if the original shore was washed away by a storm or something?" Alex theorized. The grass seemed to do well right next to and inside the saltwater. That was far from common as far as he knew.

"Is that another shore?" Sofia asked.

Alex followed where her finger was pointing. Straining his eyes, he did see something that could have been more sand in the distance. It was a respectable distance of water away, too much to cross casually. He was somewhat certain he could make the swim, provided the water was as warm across the entire journey as it was near the shore, but it would take him several hours.

Looking north, the lay of the land did not give him such nice visibility. Whether they were standing at the west end of a bay or the eastern shore of a disconnected island, he did not know yet.

"Would be interesting if we came across an archipelago," Yahui said.

"Hey!"

The distant shout made the group turn their head. From the north-west, a pale, short figure was running their way. She was pale, petite, and her messy, black hair bounced as she sprinted.

"Oh… thank… everything…" she gasped for air when she arrived by their side.

Although thin in her own right, this pale woman was less toned than everyone else Alex had met so far. She was also too tiny to compete in most sports, standing at barely above 1,50 metres tall. Bright pink was the colour of her lips, brown of her eyes. Their almond shape clued Alex in on who this one was. There had only been one other Asian besides Yahui on board.

"Ashley, right?" he greeted her.

"Y-yeah!" she said, caught her breath and looked straight at them all.

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"Whew. Man, you lot would make for a great cover of… No, nevermind. Ehem, s-sorry, just happy to… you know, see people again… even if you can see more of me than I would prefer…"

"Just don't take too much inspiration," Tess told the short woman. Ashley had been the reporter aboard the plane. Her documentary would drastically change in character if they managed to get off this island, Alex felt.

"Y-yeah…" Ashley gave everyone a shifty look, then got stuck on Alex's dick. It had been two hours now and since he was standing still, blood had the opportunity to rush somewhere else now. It was really hard not to get hard, surrounded by now six nubile young woman, skin glistening from sweat and humidity. "That's… big," she muttered.

Alex was about to do the usual spiel of explaining the situation, but the throbbing erection was too distracting. Sighing, he gave into his inner caveman. "Tess, could you explain to her what happened so far?" he requested.

"Certainly, Master."

"Master?!" Ashley squeaked, blushing and yet stepping forwards, her interest piqued. "What's that about."

"I'll tell you," Tess stated.

While they began to chat, the man turned to the woman that had been needy for quite a while now. "How about I bend you over now?"

"I was starting to think I'd have to go and find some other guys," the French slut stated with a huge grin. The statement rubbed Alex the wrong way immediately and she knew it. The mischievous smile on her lips invited a forceful reaction.

"You're playing dangerous games," Alex warned her.

"Me?" Charlotte asked all sweet and ignorant. "Whatever am I doing? Are you going to bend me over or not? Because I'm starting to forget how that cock felt inside me." She took a half step forwards and began to stroke his manhood. "You're getting all these other girls, why shouldn't I fantasize about a bunch of other guys, hm?"

Alex suddenly grabbed her by the back of the head. Short, brown hair made for a poor handle, but there was enough there force her chin up as he pulled her against his chest. There was a variety of arguments he could make. The differences between men and women, the lack of availability, the status of the relationships he found himself in, and the general situation they found themselves in. However, all of those were secondary to a central one.

"Because I am telling you not to," he growled.

In other situations, that would have been an overly possessive threat. At this specific time, in this specific spot, in this specific situation, to this specific woman, it came across exactly as Alex wanted it to. Charlotte's breathing hitched for a moment, then was released as a wanton sigh.

He wasn't done.

"You don't get to be a slut anymore. You're my woman now."

"When was that decided?" she asked. It was less a challenge and more genuine curiosity.

"Just now," Alex stated, then mashed his lips on hers.

Charlotte's lips tasted sweet, even now. Her tongue fenced with his, putting up a resistance that he easily overcame. Her hands still worked his cock. Alex's left descended on her ass with an audible smack. The kiss broke with a masochistic cry. "Oh fuck!"

Alex spun her around where they stood, then gave her a firm shove. Falling on all fours into the soft grass, the slut immediately wiggled her ass in his direction. With a body like hers, it had been no wonder she had been able to serve her desires repeatedly. The tan lines from her swimsuit cut lines over the round shape of her shapely ass. Alex could see the reddening from the smack quite clearly on the pale part.

Kneeling down behind her, he rubbed the head of his cock against her glistening slit. "Say it. Say you'll be mine."

"I'm yours," Charlotte purred.

It was too easy. She was too easy. Alex gave her ass a harsh smack. Between pleasure, pain, and confusion, she threw her head back. "Don't lie to me, slut," he chastized her. "Say it like you mean it or don't say it at all."

"You'll have to try better than that if you want to turn me into another one of your little slave ha-aa-haaaaaaaaaaar-har-emmmmmhhhhmmm!"

Her defiant exclamation was undone by the swift penetration of her tight folds. She may have been a slut, but she was also still young and his cock stretched her more than any she had before. Hard and deep, he drove into her. She was so utterly drenched that he got right into pounding her.

The slaps of flesh against flesh were only overpowered by her wanton cries. Alex bowed over her like a rutting wolf. One hand gave him stability, the other found her clit and began rubbing in tandem with the frantic pace of the fucking. Her wide hips were swinging back at him. "Oh yes, more like that! More!" she screamed at a high pitched tone. She was trembling all over.

Alex suddenly pulled out. His cock ached. The annoyance of his pleasure craving instincts was entirely superceded by his dominant instincts. Charlotte whirled around and gave him a pout. When that did not work, she gave him a glare.

"Come ooooon," she teased him and spread her legs invitingly. "Don't make me masturbate again, cock is so much better."

"My cock is," he chastized her.

"Yes, your cock is the best I ever had!" she said and she meant that. "Now stick it back in me!"

Alex brushed through her hair with gentle care. "No," he told her.

"You don't want to fuck me?" Charlotte asked, the disbelief plain in her voice. "You don't want to pound this nubile slut?"

"No, I don't," Alex said and he meant that. "I want to fuck my Charlotte." Something in the deep tone he said that in, the mixture of care and demand, made her blush. Green eyes dashed to the side. "I know you want to say it," he encouraged her. "Be mine. Enough of sleeping around. Even when we get out of here, you'll only need me."

Deep breaths made the medium breasts of the tomboy rise and fall. She mumbled something in French. "Fine… fine… I'll be yours…," she caved, reluctant and yet with certainty. "I'll be your Charlotte."

"That's right. You'll be my private slut."

"Alex's private slut does have a ring to it," she joked.

Then, he sunk back into her. The scream was muffled by the renewed meeting of their lips. Barely had he pushed all the way back into her that she came.

Alex used the moment of her spasms to grab her ankles. At first it was just a test of how flexible she was, then he had pinned her down under him. Her bubble butt was under his groin, her knees next to her head, her feet were against the grass, and she complained about none of it. "Oh, yes, bend your private slut!"

"I'll do so much more than bend you," Alex promised.

Then he began to fuck her in earnest.

He believed her when she had said she was his, but he needed to drill that fact into her brain. Nothing about her should ever be able to doubt that the night in the fog was a fluke. Charlotte had needs and he would meet those needs - he would exceed her expectations. He would make her cum over and over again, demoting any previous encounters she had from 'sex' to 'kind of fun evenings'. Sex was what they had. Getting fucked is what she experienced with him.

Charlotte could only take it and scream. So total was the way he pinned her that she could barely even writhe. "Oh yes! Oh yeee-e-essss, use your private slut! I'm you-u-u-uursssss!" she exclaimed and with each repetition it became a little more true. The foxy French tomboy would be his forever, he would assure it through love and lust.

She came. Not for the second, third, or fourth time. She just came. He was fucking her with all he had to offer and it was turning her thoughts into a slurry. Green eyes rolled up among the ecstasy.

Stopping deep inside her, close to his orgasm but not quite there, Alex bowed down to her ear. "You'll never sleep around again. I'll give you everything you need. It'll be so much better than just picking up random guys, I promise you that with every fibre of my being."

When he pulled out, Charlotte was still cumming. A gush of pussy juices from her agape hole was all the proof he needed for the fact that he had hammered her so hard she would never forget. He had made her commit to being his, had showed her the reward for doing so, and not it was time for the final showcase of her surrender.

"Suck me off."

With trembling motions, Charlotte got on all fours again. She hastily positioned herself between his spread legs, then took half of his cock into her throat in one mindlessly horny motion. The gag reflex kicked in, making her retreat to more reasonable levels. Guided by his hand on her head, she bobbed. She did not have to work his cock for long.

"Keep it all in your mouth!" he ordered her, then groaned.

Seed pumped up his shaft. Spurt for spurt it filled her mouth. Pink lips remained a tight seal around his glans. Methodic motions of her hands massaged every last drop out of his shaft. She was all too eager about all of this to hate it.

"Present it to me," he commanded her next.

Charlotte pulled her head back and offered the sight of his thick, white load between her pearly teeth. Her tongue churned the display for his viewing pleasure. Even if she had not been a swallower in the past, she knew how to be erotic.

"Swallow."

Lips closed, the French woman gulped audibly. When next she opened her mouth, the load was entirely gone.

"Good girl," Alex praised her and scratched her behind the ears like a pet. "How did you like your treat?"

"It was fantastic," she swooned.

"If you want more of this, remember what you said."

"Yes, I'm your private slut, Master." She stopped for a moment, then giggled to herself. "Once you go Alex, you never go back."

"That doesn't even rhyme!" He laughed with her anyway.

With that officialized, Alex felt more than a little better. It had been brewing at the back of his mind, this need to show the young swimmer that she was better than spreading her legs for whoever offered a good night at a time. Now that he had and she was his, he… was up to three sex slaves. Charlotte was effectively one, even if he used a different title for her.

Alex suddenly realized that he wasn't hearing anything from the other girls. Him and Charlotte turned to find the crowd in various states of rapture. Tess and Sofia were just openly touching themselves - as was Ashley, actually. The reporter was mid orgasm when she realized she was getting stared at.

"H-hey, it was just so… touching!" she babbled.

"Uh-huh," Valeria made the unconvinced sound before Alex could.

One after another the tomboys recovered. "So, how far did you get in the explanation?" he wondered.

"To the point where we crashed, then we all got distracted by you breaking the brat in, Master," Tess said.

That state of affairs was changed thereafter. "Oh wowzers," Ashley commented afterwards. "That's… a lot… not sure of my maidenly heart can take this…"

"Yeah, your maidenly heart," Alex could not help but be sarcastic. "You masturbated as hard as Sofia over here and this is her dream come true."

"I- You- I-" Ashley stuttered. "B-baka!" The sudden switch to Japanese only made the reporter blush harder. "Forget that happened!"

"No."

"Awwwwwww!" Ashley hid her face behind her hands and knelt down, making herself as small as possible. "J-just pick a new direction…"

That, Alex could do.

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"Stop - laughing!" Charlotte whined.

"No," Tess answered with a low giggle. "What are you going to do, chase me?"

The French tomboy groaned at the irony of the situation. Every bit as bow-legged as the goth had been the day prior after her own 'breaking', she struggled to keep up with the rest of the group. A sizable group, by this point, consisting of six women and one man who could now claim to have three of them as his sex slaves and another as some sort of fuckbuddy.

"A book about this would sell like hotcakes," Ashley mumbled to herself. "What should I call it? Olympic Harem, maybe? Oh, how about Nubile Isle? No, no… Tomboy Island?"

"You should call it 'you'll hear from my lawyer'," Tess told her.

"Huh?" Ashley snapped out of it. "S-s-sorry, did I say that out loud?"

"Yes," Valeria answered. "Whatever you write about this, we'll read it over before you publish it."

"It would be poison for our reputation," Yahui added.

"Okay… okay…" Ashley assured, visibly shrinking away at the attention from all the taller and stronger women around her.

Alex just concentrated on the path ahead. Part of him fully agreed with the logic of the girls. More of him, however, felt like he had the right to brag a little bit about what had happened so far. 'I wonder if it'll keep going like this,' he thought. A harem of three was already more than he had ever hoped for, especially three women of this quality both physically and mentally. A harem of fifteen, if everyone was alive, well, and found, was a dream and a nightmare. Even with his improved libido, he wasn't sure if he could keep up with that kind of demand.

"I'm having him next," Valeria stated out of nowhere.

"That's not for you to decide," Tess pointed out.

"Y-yeah, if Master feels nice enough to have sex with you that's-"

"His choice, yes," Valeria cut off Sofia, then put a hand on her wide hips. "He won't say no to this though."

'I really won't,' Alex thought and looked at the dark-skinned beauty in all of her detail. "Let's not get distracted," he said out loud. Even if he was going to pound her as soon as they took a break, he had to keep them focused. There was safety in their number. Only desperate or enormous predators would approach a group of seven humans.

Their path brought them back into the depths of the jungle, then back near its edge. They all stopped when Alex did. "Finally," Charlotte sighed with relief, plopping down on a moss-covered tree root.

"Why did we stop?" Valeria asked.

"Describe your thoughts in detail, fearless leader!" Ashley requested. He could practically see her holding a notepad.

"That tree looks climbable and tall," he explained, pointing at a broad trunk. "I'm wondering if I should go up and get a look around."

"Want me to do it?" the olympic climber asked.

Alex considered. It wasn't worth much if he wasn't the one that got a look. The map was in his head, he was the one with the gift for this kind of thing. Depending on how well she described things, he could still put the puzzle together though.

"I'll do it." Alex confidently grabbed a branch and pulled himself up. He heard a few swooning sounds behind him. Sofia openly muttered something about his form, while Ashley muttered various words that could be used to describe the contours of his musculature.

It did feel pretty good to be desired like that.

It did not feel good when his erection rubbed up against tree bark.

That little mishap aside, he scaled the tree aptly. From branch to branch, he moved, pulling himself upwards. As he had hoped, the canopy of the tree was incredibly sturdy, allowing him to emerge atop the roof of emerald green.

The view was not as expansive as he would have wished. Other tall trees narrowed the scope of what he could clearly see. To the north-east there was water - a lot of water - that he could say for certain. 'Either the bay is enormous or that other shore does belong to another island entirely,' he thought and committed all he could to memory. 'That's good and bad. If this island is relatively small, that means we can explore the entirety of it and be relatively safe.'

Alex soon climbed down and shared the news with everyone else. After that, it was time to pick yet another direction to travel.

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It was becoming gradually clearer that they were on a moderately sized island. Confirming that fact and memorizing the shape of the coastline would be incredible useful in the long term. Therefore, Alex decided to guide them all east next.

A short and eventless trek, all things considered. They made it out of the jungle and met the ocean quickly after that. The shore here was more greenery, with too little sands to be called a beach barely protecting the island from getting gradually washed away.

"What's that?" Tess asked, directing everyone's attention to a spot lightly off the shore. The clear water was in constant turmoil, too erratic to be due to boiling. The answer came in the shape of a couple of fish bouncing out of the disturbed water.

"A whole school of fish," Alex said.

"Should we go on a hunt?" Charlotte asked with a broad grin.

"With what?" Alex raised his empty hands. "And even if we did, I'm not desperate enough for raw fish just yet. Let's just hope they frequent this area, so we can come back here at a later time."

There was nothing else to be done. The group moved further up and down the coastline, just looking for anything interested. At various times, they spotted more of those fish swarms. Whatever species this was, it did evidently like something about this specific area. With as little as a spear or a small net, they could attempt to swim out to one of them and haul back some good meals.

Definitely important to keep in mind. Alex marked it on his mental map.

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From there, they went north-west, to reach parts of the coast they had not yet visited. It was yet more of a dull trek, following the coastline and resting in shade when they came across it. Perhaps it was the sheer ease of it all that had them relaxed enough to only realized they had an issue when it was already too late.

They were sitting in the shade of a boulder, when Valeria suddenly said, "Those are a lot of crabs."

Alex opened his eyes, having closed them for a brief moment to prevent himself from ogling too much. Immediately he looked around.

To say there were a lot of crabs was an understatement. There were hundreds of them, scurrying about the nearby sands. On average, they were small enough to fit in the palm of Alex's hand. "Well, this is annoying," he groaned.

"What are they going to do?" Charlotte asked, amused. "Squeeze us?"

"Literally yes," Alex answered. "You do not want to run around with a small cut on your foot all day. It's probably not going to get infected or anything, but it will be annoying at the very least. Sort of like walking in new shoes."

That made the French tomboy reconsider her opinion. Everyone now gave the carpet of brownish crustaceans wary inspection. At least they were just the regular type of beach crab, rather than something large and potentially dangerous like a coconut crab.

In any case, Alex got up and rubbed the sand off his butt. "Best to get moving before they get to us," he said. Something was making the crabs migrate out of the water. Could have been the time of day, could have been pure randomness. What it definitely was, was a reason to move out before they were surrounded by more of them.

"Tiny enemy crabs!" Ashley squeaked.

"Huh?" Alex asked.

"That would be the title of this incident in the book," the reporter explained, sparkles in her eyes. "I can already see the paragraph: 'As we rested upon the shoreline, our naked, nubile bodies on full display for the gentleman who had, so far, enslaved three of our group through word and pounding, we found ourselves surrounded by tiny enemy crabs.'" Ashley stopped there and realized everyone was looking at her. "J-just an idea…"

"As long as these are the only crabs we have to worry about," Tess added drily.

"We're all smooth," Valeria pointed out.

Yahui took a half step away from a crab that was scurrying in her general direction. "Alex, please lead the way. I like my feet un-pincered."

"Alright, be quick as you follow me," he instructed and then confidently stepped forwards.

There was no simple route out, so he just had to make one. Moving quick, he picked up each crab that was ahead of him and then tossed it in the general direction of the ocean. Each motion was swift and apt, avoiding the potential retaliation from the small crustaceans.

It took him several minutes, but in the end Alex had created a corridor, through which everyone else followed. They stood on an elevated bit of soil and the crabs stayed down by the boulder. It appeared they had come up to the beach to eat bits of algae that been washed ashore.

"Truly, the horrors of this island know no end," Tess commented.

Everyone chuckled. So far, this had been the biggest danger they had come across, being unfathomably horny put aside. "Let's hope I don't run us into something worse."

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They moved west from there, following the shore.

It swung out at first, then they turned a corner into a depression in the shoreline. To the north was only water, from what Alex could see. "Seems more and more we really are on a small island of two," he spoke his thoughts.

"Is that good or bad?" Valeria asked.

"Good in most senses. It means we can keep track of the terrain and, even if we do separate, if one of us gets lost they can be fairly certain to never be too far away from a known landmark. Also means we can be mostly certain of the local dangers and, when a rescue party arrives, they won't have to look for us for long." Alex looked around. "It also means that other passengers may have gotten was ashore on other islands."

"Let's hope that's not the case." Sofia weighed her fencing stick in her hand and looked at it with disapproving eyes.

"Something the matter?" Alex asked.

"N-no, nothing, Master!" she was quick to assure. After a few more seconds, she added. "It's just that… I don't know it feels… wrong in my hands? I don't know how to describe it…"

"I think you're just used to better," he dared to suggest. He looked at the stick for a moment. The suggestion that he take it instead did cross his mind, but it was just going to snap if he swung it. It wasn't thick enough to be used as a club and he did not have the level of finesse required for jabs with something shorter than a spear.

Alex moved his gaze back ahead, before they could be surprised again. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Maybe you just know that the only sword you should be holding is that of our Master?" Charlotte purred, then Sofia gasped, half in pleasure, half in surprise. Alex did not need to turn to know that the French woman had hugged her Estonian counterpart from behind and was likely running her fingers over Sofia's quim. Now that she was one of his, the foxy woman had become a lot more handsy with Sofia and Tess.

Alex loved that development. If he had a harem, then it would be a harem that was internally stable, rather than a bunch of women jealousy fighting for his attention.

"The fuck is that?" he asked out loud and stopped.

The chatter behind him came to a sudden halt, as everyone tried to spot what he was spotting. "Ew!" was the first reaction, coming from Ashley.

Up ahead on the beach was some kind of four-legged creature. It was pink and fleshy in its colouration. Each of its limbs moved in a boneless lumber, moving it forwards - and towards the group. A fourth limb, looking no different than the others, was raised up. The bottom consisted of hundreds of yellowy, wiggling tendrils.

The creature stopped for an instant, then began to 'gallop' towards them. Alex took an involuntary step back at the alien display. All of the girls did three more. Knowing they were behind him, the man stood his ground and stared at the animal stoically.

It was some kind of… landborne starfish. Its evenly sized limbs and lack of torso made its top speed barely faster than a human walking. For the starfish that Alex knew, it was giant, a metre to a metre and a half across. Its mucus-covered skin stretched and contracted with every gait.

It continued to approach as fast as it could go. A primitive ocular at the top of the one raised limb kept facing them. The animal was aggressive, that much was for certain.

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Alex did not feel like getting stalked by a giant starfish and surprised later. More than that, between flight and fight, the latter instinct was kicking in. Adrenaline rushed through his system and with something to defend, he stopped thinking and just did.

The 'galloping' starfish got a lot bigger. Alex was running right at it. The sheer difference in size, weight, and speed became utterly apparent when the buff man stopped out of reach of the tendrils and kicked the knee-hight animal with all the force he could muster.

Impact was confirmed by a wet squelch. Squishy meat and cartilage-esque bumps gave under Alex's foot, then the entire creature was thrown on its side. Mucus and water gushed from a variety of small openings all over its body. Apparently, it was semi-hollow, and just that one impact had made it lose a good chunk of its size.

Alex was on top of it a moment later. From what he remembered about starfish, they had their nervous systems concentrated in the tip of each of their arms. A series of quick stomps reduced the basic oculars into a mushy paste in the hard sand. From there, it was just the application of more blunt force to finish it off.

Once the creature stopped twitching, Alex took several steps back and looked at the aline lump of flesh. "Seriously, what the fuck?" he asked, his breathing lightly laboured.

The girls behind him slowly approached. Sofia prodded the creature with her stick. Some of the tiny tendrils lining the bottom were still wiggling, but by and large it appeared to be dead. "Not the weirdest thing I have heard ever crawled out of the ocean…?" Yahui said, although she did not sound convinced herself.

"It's a starfish crawling around at land. Shouldn't it dry out?" Valeria asked.

"It's giant," Tess added.

"Kind of wonder if its edible," Charlotte confessed, causing everyone to give her a half-disgusted glance. "I said wonder! I'm not going to do it!"

"Another thing to add to the list of weird flora and fauna on this island, I'd say," Ashley spoke, her enthusiasm curbed by a clearly suppressed retching reflex.

"Seriously," Alex mumbled and looked at the thing he had killed. He had watched a documentary or fifteen about the alien life of the sea. Reality was often stranger than fiction. "The biologists will have a field day when they find us."

With that, they all stepped away. The sun above them was every reason to just leave the corpse to be taken care of by nature. Gawking at the mound of glibber and flesh was not going to get them anything.

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The starfish was an alien encounter, yet it was nowhere near the merciless danger of the sun monster.

Heat picked up immensely as the sun approached its highest point. There was no shade anywhere, just heat so intense that they all to half-jog to not burn their feet on the sand. Skin was drenched from sweat and humidity. Alex's head was pounding from the onset of dehydration.

It was banal and merciless. Gravity and the rays of the sun were ever present dangers that had become mere inconveniences in the modern world, yet here deep falls and prolonged exposure where an omnipresent danger.

They caught a lucky break in the shape of a shallow pond of lukewarm water. It offset their dehydration, but heat stroke was a genuine danger at this rate.

"We have to keep moving," Alex croaked, helping Ashley up. The reporter nodded weakly, as they stumbled away from the water.

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They moved further down the coast. It kept them exposed to the sun, yes, but it was also the quickest way back to the natural campsite they had found and it also let them explore the rest of the coastline.

"There's shade up ahead," he told everyone. A stone formation promised a cool place to take another break and safe haven from heatstroke. Alex turned the corner of the stone formation and plunged face first into a pair of tits.

"Yeah, that would be my first reaction too," he heard a haughty voice.

His dried out brain needed a second to realize what had happened. Remembering his manners, he snapped up straight and looked at the woman in front of him. Like Valeria, she was tall and had a shaved head. Her skin was a shade lighter than the olympic climber and brown eyes sat in her attractive face. She was tall, busty, and built.

"Yo," she greeted Alex and lightly tilted her head. Between raised eyebrows and the crooked smile, she practically embodied the word cocky. A hand on her hips just completed the picture.

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"If it isn't half of the pilots that got us into this mess… and a whole group of my fellow athletes," she added the second part as more and more of the group came around the corner.

"Evelyn," Tess greeted the newcomer.

"In the attractive flesh. I see all of you decided to join me in displaying yourself." She waved them in. "Come into my humble abode, I was about to move out anyway."

They took the invitation quickly, moving into the shade. The thick cover of stones provided them with a welcome cool. A pile of fruits in the corner showed that she hadn't just been sitting around the past few days either.

"Feel free to eat, I got my fill already," she offered, then grinned a little wider at the wave of gratitude she received. "Y'all really managed to get fucked up by the sun, huh?"

"We weren't aware there was no cover up north," Alex said.

"Sounds like you should have made better decisions."

"Master made perfectly good decisions!" Sofia disagreed.

"Master?" Evelyn laughed. "Oh, I always knew you belonged under someone else, Sofia. Glad you agreed." She gave the smaller woman a friendly smack on the shoulder, then laughed some more. "Hey, at least you finally one-upped me in something: you got fucked before I did."

"T-thanks?" the fencer stammered and blushed.

"I see your attitude has not changed in the slightest due to recent events," Yahui pointed out.

"Of course not." Evelyn rolled her head. "Why would I change up perfection? Now get to explaining."

Alex just broke down what had happened in neutral terms. Granted, that was a bit difficult when what had happened involved a plane crash, the 'enslavement' of three willing submissives, and various encounters with aphrodisiac flora, but he still tried.

"Yeah, that tracks," was al Evelyn had to say. The cocky smile had never left her face. "Well, if any of you need to 'relief' yourself, don't let me stop you."

"Didn't you just say you're a virgin?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, because I have standards, not because I'm a prude." She gestured at herself. "You see this? You think I'm going to give that away to just about anyone? I'm a three times gold winner of the olympic triathlon." She smacked her own lower midriff. "This womb is worth more than some nations."

She was saying that in a mostly joking tone, but there was a core of genuine, and justified, pride there.

Alex bit into the fruit he had grabbed from the pile and hummed. Everyone was busy eating still, but there was no doubt that offer to go for a bit of a relief session would be taken. Valeria had stated her intent to get railed earlier that day and Alex himself felt his blood flow to his cock. Between the provided safety and the close encounter with Evelyn's juicy tits, his urges were rearing up.

The cocky tomboy caught him staring.

"I know, right?" she asked and gave her tits a nice squeeze. "You only get the one you had though."

"That's fine." Alex's answer visibly annoyed the tall woman. That wasn't his intention, although he couldn't say that he minded the look of her stewing either. It pleased his dom side. "Valeria, if you need it badly…?"

"Yeah I do, stud," she purred and laid down on her back.

"What about me, Master?" Tess asked, a needy whine in her usually so dry voice.

"You'll know your place," he snapped back at her, exactly as harsh as he felt he should be. The rebuttal made the goth visibly quiver. She moaned when he grabbed her face. "Sex slaves get used when their owners feel like it, isn't that right?" He extended the question to Sofia and Charlotte with a warning glare. The two of them nodded eagerly. Tess couldn't, she was getting her cheeks squished. "I'm feeling gracious though, so you may pleasure yourself as you watch me please Valeria."

"Thank you, Master," Tess swooned.

Alex let go of her. Behind he heard a muttered, "Fuck, that was hot." When he looked over his shoulder, he found Evelyn already rubbing her cunt. "You just keep going," she told him. "This is shaping up to be exactly the kind of porn I usually watch."

"Oh God, if only I could take notes," Ashley gasped, then blushed intensely when his attention snapped to her. Despite that, she did not stop rubbing her own clit. Next to her, Yahui was mimicking the motion unashamedly.

Everyone was watching him close in on Valeria, filling the space with the lewd sounds of moans and wet cunts getting fingered. If Alex hadn't been hard before, he would have been by now. If he hadn't had a need to perform, it definitely existed now.

Valeria gazed up at him. Green eyes beheld him, the stern attitude in them entirely replaced by desire. She was even more his to play with than the night before. Then there had been needs to doubt whether he was allowed to pound her as he did. Now, there was no such barrier. He descended on her lips and claimed the red pillows for himself.

Evelyn whistled in the background, Yahui and Ashley barely bit back loud moans, while the sex slaves openly shouted in delight at watching their Master make out with another woman. Alex could almost smell the air growing sweeter, as seven nubile women were shedding pheromones. Even if his active senses could not perceive it, his instincts did.

Without looking, without the aid of any hands, he aligned his cock with the swollen mons of Valeria and drove into her. The nymphomaniac screamed into his mouth. The first thrust scrapped along all the right spots, pushed up against a sensitive bundle of nerves in her depths, and had her climax by the third time he repeated the motion.

"No wonder everyone was staring at him breaking me!" Charlotte moaned in the background.

Alex was sheathed deep inside Valeria, staying still only because the orgasmic quivers of her quim kept him there. Their tongues kept on whirling. Hot breath flowed between prolonged kisses from her lips.

"Is… that what you're going to do?" Valeria asked. "Break me?"

"I'd like to try," Alex grunted, truthfully.

"Then do, stud."

The permission came just as her orgasm ebbed away. With it came a sudden rush of sadistic, dominant intent. His unoccupied hand found its way on her neck.

Valeria's eyes went wide. It was an expression of anything but shock. While he pressed down on her windpipe, a lewd smile curled the corners of her red lips. The straight face of the stern woman was replaced with a plastered expression of delight. "Y—---" Was the only sound she managed to press past his grasp.

"Oh, please do that to me," Sofia whispered, just loud enough to overpower the sounds of masturbation and fucking.

The hand loosened and Valeria took a deep, necessary inhale. There were no words, only more screams of erotic depth. With the life-giving air came a rush of sensitivity. Her cunt clenched down again, while squirting love juices broke against his skin.

"He makes them squirt so easily," Yahui gasped. "No one ever made me squirt."

"Let's show our audience a little more of you," Alex grunted and pulled out of the twitching nymphomaniac. Involuntary twitches asides, she was easy to move around, practically putty in his hands. He made her move on all fours, then hugged her from behind. One arm was slung around her torso, the hand sinking into her large tit, the other around her neck, putting her in a chokehold.

"Oh, yes, that's how you treat a lady," Evelyn commented.

Alex did not plunge right back into her. Instead, he glided back and forth between her thighs. Slippery from their combined juices, those toned, clenching legs were pleasurable in their own way. He kept on sliding over her wet lips, making her moan, desperate for more.

"Yes, I love this scene," Ashley muttered. "Getting hugged and getting pounded… that looks sooo goood."

Concentrating on teasing her, Alex kept massaging her large tit. Those breasts were just perfect on her. Firm, perfectly round, yet perfectly squishy, pliable under his fingers. He twisted a nipple and made the climber moan. All of the lust that had bottled up over the day kept on lubricating his cock.

"Oh, yesh, stuuuu-"

Alex tightened his chokehold in the middle of her sentence. She was an olympic woman, but he was a well-trained man. His curling biceps was every bit as much a vice on her neck as the climax-grip of her cunt would be on his cock. Throaty sound of pure euphoria accompanied her inability to breathe. "Not stud," he told her, then relieved the pressure.

"Master!" she cried immediately, to the unified ecstatic shouts of support from the three sex slaves. It was the swift and immediate reaction of a good girl and good girls got rewarded.

He rammed back into her agape cunt. Both of her tits bounced from the sheer force of the impact. They both had to reach out to the nearby stone wall to remain stable on their knees. "Touch yourself," he grunted into her ear.

A mere moment later, he felt the pressure of her fingers against her clit, a mild bit of extra tightness to the entrance of her quivering quim. All other women in the shade had their eyes glued to the scene. Valeria's frame against his broad chest must have been quite the sight, especially once he started fucking her with full force again.

The loud smacks of his hips against her round ass competed with the most shameless moans among the women around. Whether those were Evelyn's deliberately loud cries, Tess' sound of utter veneration, or Ashley's honest and thoughtless cries of voyeuristic delight, was up for debate.

Fact was that Valeria would have outdone them all, had Alex not restricted her access to air again. He tasted the fresh sweat on her neck, while fucking and choking her. She just kept on squirting while he did so.

Alex only realized he was about to cum when his hips instinctively rocked forwards. Pressed up against her, he stopped. His balls tightened. The need to release that had been building in himself over the course of the day pumped into the nympho. Each heavy spurt was sheer bliss. All of him was tense - then he relaxed.

Valeria inhaled sharply. She coughed and moaned simultaneously, various reflexes and contractions clashing with each other. He kept her in his loose grasp while she slowly reclaimed control of herself.

"I can definitely see why they're all yours now, stud," Valeria spoke, her stern tone slowly coming back in.

"You're not?" Alex asked, a bit disappointed.

"Takes more than two good poundings to make me a 'sex slave'," she answered and kissed him on the mouth. "Maybe if you keep doing what you're doing."

Alex had planned on that anyhow.

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The mood in the resting spot swiftly simmered down from there. Ashley appeared deeply embarrassed by what she had done - and would likely have been deeply embarrassed by what she had said as well, if anyone had teased her with it. For the time being, everyone was too busy basking in the afterglow to really care.

Alex was of three minds regarding the rampant sexuality of their stay on this island so far. Obviously he loved it as a man, one who had garnered himself a little harem in the span three days, he was the main benefactor of all of this. As a person, he simultaneously found it odd and fully understandable. The pleasure was a wonderful way to deal with the stress of the situation. Stress that, despite all of them being at peak physical and mental ability, doubtlessly existed. They had to find each meal, constantly be mindful of shade and water, and they still were missing half of the passengers.

To cope with sex was entirely human. To cope by becoming sex slaves was weird though. Alex was not sure about that either. 'Is the island influencing us or are we all just perverts?' he wondered. The latter seemed a lot more likely. Besides his increased ability to perform, he hadn't really felt different - that night in the fog put aside. 'Then again, I might not notice because I am under the influence? Maybe I should stay abstinent for a bit to test whether I can?'

An idea for another time. For now, he had a group of fed, safe, and satisfied tomboys around him. Optimal conditions to relocate.

"Now that I have this side of the island mapped out, let's get back to that natural campside we found yesterday," he told everyone. "Our group is big enough that we should establish a base of operation."

"I hope that camp is better than my rocks," Evelyn said.

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"This is much better than my rocks," Evelyn admitted.

It was three hours of walking later. Since they were retreading previously walked ground, they moved with a bit more certainty. It would take weeks to fully accustomize them with the environment and years before they would never discover anything new, especially in the jungle, but just knowing what was over the horizon made things easier.

"Is that a cauldron?"

That being said, there always were surprises.

Alex turned, after hearing Yahui's question, and followed the Chinese gymnast's fingers to where a large hunk of metal laid in the surf. The high tide must have carried it up to the beach while they were away, although Alex struggled to imagine the wave that would have carried it up to the beach.

"Let's check it out. Sofia, Valeria, Evelyn, could you come along?"

Alex specifically asked the three women he thought would be most useful if it came to a fight. After that weird starfish creature earlier, he was a little weary of a giant hermit crab nesting inside that cauldron. As it turned out, that was pure paranoia. They advanced down the beach, through the mud left by the ebb, and found that the cauldron was a piece of the airplane that had been entirely reshaped by a combination of the crash and, Alex had to assume, burning fuel that had breached the tank after they had begun tumbling.

Judging by the colour, it had originally been some king of aluminium alloy panel. Now it had a bowl-like main body that narrowed to a still wide top. A pair of widened, empty bolt slots sat opposite of each other, perfect to put some kind of handle through. In short, it was a cauldron, one of substantial size at that.

They lifted it up to a dried part of the beach, then found a stick long and straight enough to serve as the handle and carry it the rest of the way. It did not sit nicely level and its rim was so sharp they had to file it down by using stones from the river, but it was a working cauldron.

"Guess we can make soup soon," Alex said enthusiastically. Their survival chances went up tremendously with that alone. They hadn't ran into any issues from the water yet, but he would feel a lot better once he knew they had boiled it once, plus they could now look into cooking the various crustaceans around the island.

A splendid day all around so far.

"So this is our permanent camping site, Master?" Tess asked, just to be certain.

"Yes," he confirmed and looked around the clearing. It would be big enough for fifteen people and individual sleeping spots, especially if they cleared out some of the surrounding underbrush to make for cushioned seats and such. "First things first, we should make a firepit… which means we need some basic digging tools."

"We have hands?" Charlotte asked.

"That will work in a pinch, but I was thinking short, sturdy sticks that we can loosen the earth with and pry apart roots if we come across any. A fire pit should be at least a little deep. Plus, we'll need to prepared ways to light a fire." Alex looked at the nearby forest. "It'll take a lot of work, but I think we have the materials for that around… let's look."

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Alex lost no time. He immediately began to forage for basic materials. It only took a few moments for his mind to go still. This was his element, this was what he did for fun between flights - not in the nude, but that only added to the challenge!

Eyes darted around, as he scanned the lay of the land and the vegetation for everything that was usable. A nearby palm tree had shed half of its leaves some time ago for various reasons. A part of the nearby river fell a quarter meter down a sheer surface, before returning to its regular slope that made it drift by and under the camp site. A patch of bamboo-esque plants sprouted between nearby trees. One young tree had fallen to disease some time ago. Its wood was so dry not even the insects cared for it. A kind of ivy clung to nearby trees via a network of flexible, thin plant fibre.

Combining all of this, Alex got into motion. First he found himself a nice and pointy rock, then another flat rock. He put both of them aside, then found himself a selection of straight sticks. He was lucky in that endeavor. Straight sticks were a rarity in nature, especially three of them in different specifications. He needed one short, thin one, a long, slightly thicker one, and then a thick, short one. That last one being fully straight was optional.

Alex just worked. After a full day walking around, it was nice to do something that was almost routine with new materials.

First, he wanted to fill the cauldron with water. A difficult task by any measurement. They couldn't just carry it down to the river, fill it up to a notable margin, then carry it back up. It would be too heavy for that and they would struggle getting the water back out in a usable way if there was too little in it. No, the water had to get to them.

Using the two rock, Alex cut down a few of the tallest bamboo stalks he could find. The sharp stone acted as his cutting tool, the blunt stone as his hammer, and combined they made for a primitive but effective utensil. Once he had enough bamboo, he used the long stick of medium thickness to punch through internal barriers, leaving him with a set of tubes. The careful application of force made many tubes into one. Clever usage of the plentiful rocks in the river to create a half-dam let Alex then use that tube to transport some of the water from atop the little fall to the top of the cauldron. It was just enough of an elevation difference to get the liquid from A to B in a constant stream.

It was far from a valve, but it was working on its own while he dug out the firepit. Strong arm and big lungs fuelled every dig, through grass, grassroots, dirt, and then the venturing underground of nearby trees. The spot was luckily chosen and fire would take care of what little he couldn't remove with force alone.

On his order, the women began to pile leaves and dry wood in the fireplace. Meanwhile, he harvested some of the ivy, stripped it of all its leaves, and was left a 'string' of plant fibre. He piled up a bunch of them, hoping they would be dry enough. After that, he grabbed another piece of dry wood from the dead tree, Shaved off a bunch more plant fibre with the sharp stone, and then got to drilling.

The friction took several attempts to reach the point of heat required. Alex did it all smoothly and with learned confidence. The heated timbers were swiftly poured onto the pile of shavings and ivy rope. It caught alight, much to general awe. Alex allowed himself a little smile, picked up the half burning 'bird's nest' and carried it to the fireplace. "Keep it burning," he ordered, then moved on.

He wasn't quite done yet.

Grabbing more of the bamboo, he started a little engineering project. Low tree branches served as the security point for a cross bar. Two short bamboo staffs were split at one end, the other hammered into the ground. Other Bamboo was then secured between the split ends, to create a parallel to the bar across the tree branches. A little more bamboo and palm leaves then served to construct the roof and walls of a rudimentary shelter.

Alex looked at that and nodded. It was low to the ground and wouldn't withstand a storm gust, but basic wind and rain it would ward off. Plus, it was the basis for more. At worst, they could use it to store their food.

With what he had on hand and in just about two hours, Alex felt mighty proud of himself.

"Alright, the fire looks strong and the cauldron is full enough. Help me set it over… something the matter?" Alex now snapped out of his trance, to find all the women around to just stare at him as if entranced. The realization hit him fairly quickly: they were turned on and fiercely at that. No weird mist or other factor involved they were just fully engaged in the sight of him putting together the camp for all of them.

Alex's cock rapidly rose to full mast. He knew that it wouldn't take much to have his way with most of them.

It was in that moment, emboldened by his display of provision, emboldened by the past three days, and emboldened by their current, apparent, and entirely autonomous lust, that Alex came to a decision.

"I want you." The statement was clear and precise. Drifting eyes caught the gazed of each of the seven women, leaving no doubt that he was addressing each of them as a whole and individually. "This is not an opportunity I thought I would get in my life. I certainly did not hope that I would get it like this. Now that it is before me, now that I have already gotten so far so quickly, it's time I confess that to you and to myself: I want you."

Alex stopped for a moment, to let the words sink in and to step close. He caressed the faces of Tess and Sofia, who leaned into the touch like instruments made for their chosen purpose. Like an envious canine, Charlotte wiggled closer, then got herself scratched behind the ear. It just felt like the right thing to do.

"I'll state what I feel I have to state, even if it is obvious," Alex continued, now specifically addressing the other four. "A harem, that's what I want. A harem of willing sex slaves. The operative word is neither sex nor slave, it is 'willing'. I don't mind being your way to find relief…" His eyes lingered on Valeria. "...nor do I mind being an object of desire…" Next, they stopped on Ashley. "...neither am I against being tested or tried." In short order, he focused first Evelyn, then Yahui. "My statement is simply this: I want a harem. A harem of willing sex slaves. If you want to join, the invitation is open. I'll try to seduce you. If you do not want this, rebuke now and rebuke me firmly."

Silence fell over the camp. The last sliver of the sun vanished over the horizon, leaving them in the dimming orange light of the faded day and the campfire. Wet wood crackled and hissed, catching alight due to the heat of the timber.

The breathing of the three slaves remained agitated and loud. Their excitement had only grown due to his speech. Their decision had been made today and the day before. Alex could read their instincts well in this moment of clarity. They had always been perverted things and this island enabled them as much as it enabled him. There were no distractions, no way to put off the questions of lust and love, just the pondering of what they wanted to do with themselves. Sexual fantasies could be lived out suddenly, away from the expectations of normal society.

Expectations that they would, hopefully, return to one day. Expectations that they would then have to circumvent or deal with. The calculation was going on inside their minds. Would they give in completely? Would they give in for the time being, knowing it would most likely stop working once they all had more on their mind than shelter on a tropical island? Would they refuse, to try and make their return to normalcy smooth? Would they just refuse for now?

"I'm… interested in trying this," Yahui was the first to speak up. "I admit this is nothing like my previous relationships but… none of them worked and this… makes my heart beat like never before."

"Master," Evelyn purred, falling on all fours. She prowled towards him, like a panther, grinning from ear to ear. She glanced to the side one moment, finding Valeria to mimic the motion. It only made her own smile more heated. Together the tall, busy, dark-skinned women with buzz cuts moved in front of him.

They looked exceedingly similar, so close to each other, yet the differences were clear. Valeria was the darker of the two and while the half-black woman had eyes of striking emerald, Evelyn's were of a regular brown colour. Not that she was any less attractive for it, especially with her nose buried against the side of his shaft.

"So this is what a true man smells like," the cocky woman whispered huskily, then licked the side of his cock - a gesture that Valeria was already in the middle of. They both stopped at the head, lapping up the precum that had began to dribble. "And that's what he tastes like," she continued with a wanton moan, "much better than I would have thought - then again, I wouldn't settle for less."

"Then you will be mine?" Alex asked, only to coax a longer answer out of her.

"Look at yourself. In ages past, a man like you would have gone to war to conquer a woman like me - and you wouldn't have stopped at one." Evelyn tilted her head and grinned. "Well-built, well-spoke, independent, manly, delicious, strong of mind and character - yes, Master, I allow you to own me."

"Valeria?"

"I'm more horny now than I was when you found me." The climber answered, between licks of his manhood. "I've made other important choices in my life in less time than a day. I've not felt this certain about any of the others. Yes. I'll be yours. You've convinced me, Master." She kept kissing his cock. Evelyn was quick to mimic the gesture.

"Permission to have my first kiss with your cock between your slaves?" the cocky woman purred.

"Denied," Alex told her and ran a hand through her buzzcut. "I'll claim that in the morning. Then you can make out with your fellow slaves as you please."

"What have I created?" Tess mumbled in the background and he smirked over his shoulder. She smirked back. It hadn't been a disclaimed of fear - far from it.

"Something absolutely marvelous," Sofia sighed wantonly.

"Fuck, I'm dripping. Literally," Charlotte said in support, staring at her own cunt. "No amount of foreplay did that much."

"Let's see how much worse we can make it - with Master's permission." Tess waited for Alex's nod, then the three began to play with each other. Six women were guaranteed to partake in what happened next and Alex couldn't be everywhere. Best to let them have fun with each other as they waited.

'Although it could be fun to make them wait for their turn as well,' Alex thought. 'More adventurous thoughts for when this all has settled a bit.' "Ashley?" he addressed the last of the seven, five of which were now his willing sex slave, one was willing to dabble.

"Uhm, uh, uhm, u–uhm…." the report stammered. "I d-don't think I can- uhm-"

"Stop stuttering," Valeria suddenly chimed in. A strand of precum still connected her tongue to his cock, until she continued. "Be honest with yourself. We all know what you want. You keep muttering about it."

"I do? I mean. I don't! I mean…"

"You do. You want to be a slave."

"Awa…"

"You want this thick…" Valeria kissed the side of his glans. "...delicious…" she kissed her way down his shaft. "...ever-hard cock to split you."

"...awawawa…"

"You want to be pushed down and have had your way with."

"...awawawawawawa…"

"And during all of that, you want to know the security of a man that you call your Master, your man, your dom." Valeria now gazed up at Alex. "Someone who would stop if you needed him to, who you can trust not to overstep boundaries, but pushes them. Someone with the instinct to take charge and fuck you."

In one moment of intense, undeniable lust, something in Ashley visibly snapped. Her pale face, red as a ripe tomato, turned from deeply embarrassed to resolute. The shy noises stopped. She nodded to herself. "Yes!" she boldly declared. "Make me your private cocksleeve and screw me so tight that you'll need to pry me back off! Make me howl so loud that there'll be noise complaints from the east coast! Make me squirt and gush as I beg to be bred! Uhm…" The energy slowly left her. The confidently raised chin dropped, until she gave him the cutest pair of puppy eyes. "...if that's fine… Master?"

The way she spoke that word, the way all three of them spoke that word, the way all six of them spoke that word, was so much more real than any bedroom play Alex had done before.

"I look forward to what you can do, master," Yahui added. Out of her mouth, the title lacked the proper veneration, the proper impact, the proper intonation. She was missing the sense of surrender of her autonomy, the trust the others had.

Alex did not admonish her for it. The miracle was that he had six that already trusted him to such a degree, each for their own reason. He would give them no reason to regret and Yahui every reason to emulate. If she was willing to try, then he was going to give her reasons to keep coming back.

All seven women around the camp were utterly focused on him. "Let's get the cauldron on the fire," he reminded them all. "Then, I will fuck you so hard you will need to sleep."

Alex began the orgy in the only right way: by getting his cock venerated by all seven women.

Valeria was put at the centre for her exceptional work in having Ashley admit to her perversion. The chocolate skinned woman suckled at the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the manhood that had deflowered her the day before and that was now, Alex would make sure of it, officially the only cock she would ever taste.

On the right side were Yahui, Tess, and Sofia, on the left Evelyn, Charlotte, and Ashley. A tightly packed field, too tight for all of them to actually lap at the sides of shaft simultaneously. Sofia and Ashley instead were worshiping his sack. A deliberate decision. Alex took special pleasure in watching the shy duo getting all flustered while continuing their task.

The scene did not continue for long. Alex's lust was vast, but he did know how vast or how quick he would be able to recover. Letting this service continue put him closer to that first orgasm and he had seven women to satisfy in a row.

Slick with the drool of the seven glassy-eyed submissives, Alex pulled back. Already, he had made his decision on who to start with. "Tess, on all fours."

"Yes, Master," the first of the sex slaves moaned. Swiftly following the order, the goth presented her fat ass for him to deliver a rippling smack to. "MASTER!" she cried into the night, in pleasure first and pain second. Overflowing pussy juice stained the inside of her snow white thighs.

"Pleasure yourself and each other," Alex allowed, while aligning his cock with the dripping wet entrance. "Entertain yourself however you please - just know your place and your purpose." One more time, his gaze wandered over the gathered submissives. "Be ready for me."

"How about this place?" Evelyn purred into his ear and wrapped an arm around his neck. Large breasts and pointy nipples pressed against his back. Faintly, he felt her other hand between his butt and her groin, moving in rhythmic circles. The virgin of such high standards disregarded all shame now that those standards had been met. "I would love to see everything you're going to do to me."

"I would love to see everything you did to me!" Charlotte chirped, pressing her nubile body against the other half of his back. Evelyn even shuffled a bit to make room for her. Both of them were sighing with lust, grinding up against him while touching themselves.

Alex smirked. What was an orgy without close skin contact like this. "This pleases me," he let them know and the duo shuddered softly at his deep voice. His attention was pulled back to the goth, who impatiently whined. "The first that surrendered to me." Alex traced the depression of her curved back up to her neck - then bundled her black hair up into an impromptu leash. "The first that I'll fuck on the night that my dream of a harem become a true reality!"