Dasha and Jordan were laying out in the sun, enjoying the peace of the lake after their long swim. The island they had seen in the distance seemed impossible to reach at first, but after they made it halfway and began to float and relax, they both agreed that swimming out to the tiny island in the middle of the lake was a great idea.

"See, now we don't have to deal with the crowd of people on the beach," Dasha said. She had pushed Jordan into swimming over. Jordan had feared she would have a cramp or something in the middle of the lake and drown, but Dasha had convinced her that they could go slow and float as much as they could on their backs and it wouldn't be that bad, and sure enough, they were able to get across with little issue. 

"Okay, you were right," Jordan said. "I shouldn't have doubted you." 

"You should never doubt me, girl. Come on now."

They both laughed and Dasha turned over to grab a can of beer that they had brought over in a small mesh backpack and that's when she spotted him staring at them. Dasha didn't know what was more freaky, that he was glaring at the two of them or that they thought they were alone on the island and a man had somehow found his way across the water without them seeing or knowing.

"Shit," Dasha said. She pushed her friend's shoulder and when Jordan turned and looked at what she was motioning towards.

"Wha..."

The island wasn't that big, but it was large enough that you couldn't make out the back of the island from the shoreline. There was a small shack they hadn't seen before, and the small, pot bellied man was crouching outside of it while his eyes bore through the two young black women.

"What do you think he wants?" Jordan asked. Her stomach was turning and her palms couldn't get dry.

"Obviously he's some fucking perv. Just ignore him. We swam over here and we deserve to enjoy our accomplishment."

Dasha grabbed her beer, popped it open, and then turned so she was on her back again and took a swig before resting the can on her tummy while her fingertips held it upright.

"You don't think we should swim back?"

"If he tries anything, I'll fuck him up. Look at him. He's like, 5'2. What's he gonna do to us?"

Dasha laughed and Jordan smiled but Jordan didn't feel good about the way he was leering at them.

The man began to approach them after a couple of minutes. The knot in Jordan's stomach began to tighten and she told Dasha that the man was coming but Dasha told her to not sweat it, and to just follow her lead.

"Can I help you?" the man said. His voice was gravelly and coarse. 

"Can we help you?" Dasha asked. She turned and got on her elbow and shifted her shades so they sat on the top of her head.

"This is my island! I'm Michael! Can I help you?"

"We just wanna rest after our swim... Michael. Do you have to keep staring at my friend and me?"

"This is my island!" 

"You don't own it. You don't own shit! Just leave us be and go crawl in whatever little hole you came from."

Michael felt his ears getting hot and sweat forming on his brow. He looked over at Dasha, then at Jordan, then back to Dasha. After about ten seconds or so, he decided that Dasha had gone too far, and she had to be dealt with.

Michael waved his hands and the women's heads emptied. He snapped his fingers and both of them got up from where they were and followed him. He wanted to take them into the shack so that no one from the beach could see what he was about to do to them.

It was always the rude ones. If people were polite and realized that they were trespassing on his land, he would let them go. But when they were rude, or catty, that was what he couldn't stand. The rude one and her friend would just have to join the rest of them, Michael told himself as he entered the shack with the two in tow.

When Michael and the girls entered the shack, they entered into a vast underground chasm that Michael was able to construct himself years ago. That was where he kept his other slaves. They consisted of other women who had acted similar to Dasha. It was always the prettiest ones, Michael had deducted long ago. They would take one look at him and decide he wasn't worth their time. It made mind blanking them and moving them into his hovel all the better.

Megan, Maxine, and Tabitha were already down in the hole. They heard the women up on the surface and told their Master that there were intruders. The same fate had fallen upon them before, but that was a long time ago. The women had been living with Michael for some time and any remaining thoughts from their former selves had long since passed through their brains.

Michael marched the two new ones into the hovel and the three blondes who lived with him gasped and crawled over to their new counterparts.

"Oh, Master," Megan said. "These ones are so pretty!"

"Can I play with one Master?" Maxine asked.

"No, Maxine always goes first," Tabitha squealed. "Let me have a turn with one, Master! Please!"

"Silence!" Michael screamed. He had enough of their chatter. They all froze and then got on their haunches and sat cross-legged, waiting for their Master to calm down and instruct them further.

Michael didn't speak to them. He wanted to see his new toys. He pulled off their swimsuits and had them stand in the middle of the lair. He grabbed Dasha first. The loud one. He fondled her breasts as he sunk his face into her neck and began to lick it. Then, he moved to Jordan, the smaller of the two, and the one more reserved. He kissed her on the lips while feeling up her ass. He was testing them out. He wanted to see what qualities they both had. Each had an exquisite body and he knew that both of them would make fine slaves. 

"On your knees. Both of you! And open those pretty mouths wide. I'm going to fuck both of them."

"Yes, Master," the two new slaves said and they both sank down to their knees and opened their mouths just as they were instructed to.

He stepped forward and stuck his dick right into Dasha's waiting opening and grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her face. Jordan was also grabbed, and after a half minute or so inside Dasha's mouth, he then entered the other one. He switched back and forth, feeling both of their mouths watering around his shaft as he slid inside one and then the other. He then waved his fingers and instead of him having to do any more of the work, both of the women began to inhale his cock with a ferocity he had only seen with his other sex slaves.

Michael had enchanted the island long before that day. He learned of a spell when he was a young man, and he had kept countless women inside of his hovel with him over the years. The ones living with him at that point were just his current batch, and now Dasha and Jordan would join them until their presence was no longer needed.

When he was done with them sucking him off, he waved his fingers at them again, and both of the women got on all fours and wiggled their asses in the air at him. He got on his knees behind Jordan, plunged into her warm folds, enjoyed her for a bit, and then did the same thing to her friend next to her. The others, the blonde ones, watched in silence and awe as their Master had his way with the new ones. He sampled both of their bodies for the next few minutes, and when he was finally done, he did one last finger wiggle, and all five of the women in his quarters crawled up to him, opened their mouths, and received his seed right onto their waiting tongues.