Episode 3. SURVIVER (C) dino 2001
[Start.]
[Voiceover and show scenes of island.] "Twenty people, ten dominant -
submissive couples, stranded on a tiny south seas island. Every three
days the couples will have to compete against each other in two
challenge competitions, for rewards, and for points. At the end of
twenty days, the five couples with the fewest number of points will
have to leave the island, while the rest will continue on for another
twenty days. In the end, the couple with the highest number of points
will be declared the winner, and will walk away with One Million
Dollars."
"Last time on Surviver:" [Run clips as the host, Kent, speaks.]
"The submissives compete in a foot race. Dispite the challenging
course, they all manage to finish and win a new roof for the groups
shelter. Marsha, Trish, and Nadine finished the race with the best
times and they won five points for themselves and their dominants.
"The constant hunger begins to prey on the contestants minds and Max
blows up at the Major's assumption of leadership of the group. But
their survival difficulties are put aside as the contestants have to
prepare themselves for the next challenge.
"With the bridge building competition, it was Max's team who came in
first, followed closely by the team of Edgar, Sam, and Mark. Peter and
Sue now lead in the points totals, ahead of the couples of Sam, and
Edgar, both tied for second. Mark and Nadine hold third place. Stay
with us, as our couples move closer to one of them winning our grand
prize."
[Run Opening Title Sequence.] [Episode Intro Sequence: 65 seconds.]
05 seconds - Airport: small plane taking off - classic over the
camera shot.
12 seconds - Small plane flying over water - slow zoom to cockpit -
jungle drums begin building.
17 second sequence - ahead view, flying low over water. Plane banks
left, island comes into view as title music breaks in and dialogue
begins (see below). Pull up, camera tilts down, show fly over of
island, trees etc.
20 second sequence - show cast: head shots, 2 seconds each couple,
background is island shore as plane flies past.
11 seconds - Night view of beach from point offshore: fast zoom in
to bonfire, chained submissives dancing around it. Expand title and
logo. Hold for 5 seconds.
Fade to black.
Intro Dialogue:
Island fly over: "Ten couples, stranded on a tiny south seas island,
forced to fend for themselves. Every three days the couples must
compete in two challenges, for rewards, and for points that will lead
to one of our couples winning a grand prize of One Million Dollars."
Show cast: "Within each of these couples, one person is in control
while the other person submits to that control. One is dominant while
the other is submissive. Each submissive is fitted with wrist and ankle
cuffs and chains which will hamper their movements, and which shall be
worn by them at all times while on the island."
Night view: "In the end, one couple will walk away as the sole
survivers."
[End episode intro.]
[View from night camera, inside the shelter.] The anguished death cry
of a pig is heard echoing through the jungle. Marsha awakens with a
start and sits up. A few of the others stir in their sleep. Judith
opens her eyes, as does Nadine. Marsha hears that some of the others
have wakened at the sound.
Marsha: Whispers. "Did you hear that?"
Nadine: "Sounded like the Major caught his pig."
Marsha: "He killed it?"
Myka: "We can't eat it when it's alive."
Marsha: "Oh, God."
The girls settle back down. Later on, the Major returns to the shelter
and lays down with his sub, Jane. The small piece of cloth that is the
wrap dress she'd been given, and had been using as a blanket, is pulled
off her as Kilpatrick settles in. Jane is wakened when the cool night
air chills her body.
Jane: Quietly, to the Major. "Did you get a pig, Sir?"
Major: "A nice fat one." He chuckles quietly. "We's gonna have us a
feast tomorrow."
[Title: DAY EIGHT.]
[Dawn's early light.] Nadine and Sue rise early and carefully make
their way past the others to leave the shelter. Nadine sniffs the air.
There's a strong, tangy, coppery smell lingering over the camp. Sue
still has her monthly flow, as does Judith now. But it's not any traces
of that kind of blood that Nadine is smelling. This blood smells thick,
earthy, and freshly spilled.
The two girls make their way down to the beach. Bare footprints, the
sand stained a dull brownish red, lead into the sea. They see the
Major's shorts and shirt hanging on a bush, rinsed out. The blood
stains on them still visible. The girls follow the tracks back, along
the beach, to a tree.
A dark, spreading stain mars the white sand, and above, hanging from a
rope thrown over a branch, the carcass of a big pig. It hangs head
pointing down, the rope tied around it's back legs. Mouth gaping in a
frozen grin, it's slit neck a gaping wound, still dripping blood and
adding to the mess below. The two girls stand staring, stock still.
Sue: "It's a big one."
Nadine: "Jesus Christ."
Sue: "We'd best warn some of the others. I don't think Marsha wants to
see this."
Nadine: "I don't think that I do."
Sue: "At least we'll be eating today."
Nadine: "I'm gonna fucking throw up in a minute."
Sue: "Let's go."
The two girls turn away from the gruesome sight of the pig and start
back to camp. They've only gone a few yards though, when they see
Marsha step out from the treeline, to walk up the beach towards them.
Sue: "Marsha! Go back. You don't want to see this."
Marsha looks at the two girls, then her eyes focus on what's behind
them. The dead pig twists slightly in the gentle sea breeze and fixes
Marsha with one, glazed, tiny, pig eye. Marsha's hands go to her mouth
and she begins a low, wailing scream, ending when she faints,
collapsing in a heap upon the sand.
Back in the shelter, Marsha's shriek is heard clearly. Brandi wakens,
quickly sitting up.
Brandi: "That sounded like Marsha!"
Peter: He's pulling on his shorts. "It did. Let's go."
Peter, Brandi, and a few others, head down to the beach. Brandi hurries
after Peter, worried about her submissive. Peter makes the beach first
and sees Sue and Nadine, crouched around Marsha who's sitting up. Her
eyes are open and she seems very upset.
Peter: "Sue! What happened?" Peter looks ahead and sees the carcass of
the pig hanging. "Oh."
Brandi moves to her sub to hold her and calm her. By now most of the
group have gathered on the beach. A few are clearly horrified and
disgusted at the sight of the bloody pig carcass. Some in the group are
drawn to the morbid sight of the animal hanging from the tree. Mark,
and also Myka, move to touch the animal and feel it's course hide.
The Major arrives on scene and proudly strides up to his kill. Most of
the contestants have the good sense to congradulate him for providing
the group with such a large amount of food.
Major: "Anyone have any experience in butchering a hog?"
Mark: "I worked in the meat department of Food Mart for a summer job."
Edgar: "I've seen it done at a farm I worked at."
Myka: "I can help."
Major: He turns to stare at the frail looking Asian lesbian with the
long black hair. "I said butcher a Hog, not a Dog."
Lisa winces inwardly at the Major's dig. Peter bristles at the
intentional insult to Myka's Korean heritage. Everyone remains silent
for a moment. Lisa knows that Myka is not one to back down from such an
obvious ploy to upset her, even when it comes from a powerful dominant
such as the Major. Myka stands her ground with pride, and then flashes
the Major a grin.
Myka: "Hog or dog, the anatomy is the same. Firm haunches, meaty ribs,
unless the dog has starved. This animal should provide all of us well,
for three, maybe four days. Sir."
Kilpatrick stares at the girl, amazed at her audacity. He'd personally
ordered the destruction of a whole village of these kind people during
his first tour of duty in Vietnam. Yet this isn't 1963 anymore. The
Major reminds himself that this is a contest, and one of these ten
couples is going to leave here with a Million U.S. Dollars. Money like
that buys a lot of Kim-Chee. (Korean, fermented cabbage - like
sauerkraut.)
Major: He begins to smile. "Alright then. We've got work to do. Lets
get some breakfast and then get to it."
Major Kilpatrick, in one of his very rare displays of affection,
touches Myka lightly on her arm and softly says, "I like your spunk,
kid."
The Major walks away from the others with Jane following closely behind
him. Myka lets out a breath in a low whistle as Lisa, Peter and Sue
move to her. A few of the others step closer to the dead pig. Marsha,
Judith, Rusty, and a couple others, want no part of it. They leave the
area to go back to camp.
Lisa: "Myka, are you all right?"
Myka: Giggles. "I think I've made a friend."
Sue: "That wasn't a very nice thing for him to say to you. You were
only offering to help."
Myka: "Don't worry about it. I know the Major's type. That was his way
of throwing out a challenge to me. I think I surprised him by passing
it."
Peter: "The Major may seem impossible to get along with, but I'll say
one thing. You always know where you stand with him."
Lisa: "Yeah? Well I think I'll stand as far away as possible. Come,
Myka, let's get something to eat."
[Camera close-up of the hanging pig. Cue eerie music and hold, 5
seconds.]
Our contestants have a quick breakfast of fruit and pancakes with
coffee, then get organised to take care of butchering the Major's
catch. Sam suggests that they boil sea water to get salt. Then they can
pack up some of the meat, layered with salt, for later. Edgar agrees
that this should work.
So some of the group get busy weaving palm leaf baskets to hold the
meat, a few start building a clean work table down on the beach for the
cutting, and others gather wood and prepare fire pits for the cooking.
The Major and Mark begin hacking up the carcass of the pig, while Edgar
and Myka help out with the trimming and packing. Trish and Nadine dig a
hole in the jungle to dispose of the bones and yucky bits.
The first course is ready around noon. A large pork roast, done on a
spit over the fire. John and Rusty have taken turns keeping the spit
turning, and Brandi and Colleen have fixed a big pan of sliced potatoes
with onions to compliment the meat. When the roast is ready, Sam takes
it to a mat on the beach and slices it up.
Those contestants who were squeamish over the death of the pig, are
soon overcome by the smells, and the taste, of the fresh cooked meat.
Marsha is hesitant to touch any at first.
Brandi: "Come on, kitten. Rusty walked all the way to Food Lion and
bought this lovely pork roast. Here."
Brandi takes a bit of the meat, a small, outside piece, the fat
caramelized by the heat and blackened just slightly from the fire. She
pops it into her sub's mouth. Marsha closes her mouth on the morsel and
chews once, twice. A smile comes to her lips.
Marsha: "My God! This is wonderful!"
Marsha takes another small piece, cut from the center, slightly pink
and wonderfully juicy. She puts it into her mouth.
Marsha: "Mmmmm!"
Brandi: "Feel better?"
Marsha: "Oh Yes! Thank you, Mistress."
Lisa and Myka have prepared strips of pork on bamboo sticks. Myka has
used coconut and mango to marinate the meat, and Lisa has cooked rice
to go along with it. The second course is also a big hit.
Max and Sierra are doing big slabs of ribs over a bamboo grill. Kent
Brockman, who's heard word of the pig kill, drives up to the beach
feast in a Jeep. He's greeted by several happy contestants and handed
a banana leaf plate of food.
Kent: "My goodness! You folks are doing pretty well here. We don't eat
this well at our production camp."
Trish: "I hope you don't expect us to run any races today."
Kent: Laughs. "No, not today. Today's your day off. Tomorrow's
challenge is a mental one, rather than a physical one, so don't worry
about getting too fat from eating all this. I've got a few heavy crates
for you though, any volunteers?"
Sam and Peter offer to unload the crates from the Jeep. Under a tarp in
the back of the Jeep, lay two big plastic coolers full of ice and a box
with a dozen bottles of barbecue sauce. There's also a bag with a half
dozen loaves of bread and a big metal cooking grill. Kent gets back in
the truck with one of Myka's pork shish-kebabs in each hand.
Kent: "Enjoy the feast, folks. I'll see you tomorrow."
Max transfers his ribs off the now smoldering bamboo grill and onto the
metal one. With a selection of delicious sauces, the third course of
meaty ribs and fresh baked bread is also a big hit.
After the feast, the pig carcass is finished up and the meat is wrapped
in banana leaves, then packed in ice in the coolers. The mess is
cleaned up and burned or buried. The contestants then spend a lazy
afternoon and evening laying around, clutching swollen tummies, and
feeling very satisfied.
[Cue commercial.] / [Return.]
[Evening, on the beach.]
With the rest of the pork meat packed in ice there's no need to worry
about it spoiling, so a light supper of mostly fruit is prepared. The
group sit around the bonfire with a big pot of tea and have a lazy
meal.
Judith: "Kent said that the next challenge was a mental one. What, like
a word game or something?"
Eddie: "Could be. Maybe trivia questions or something."
Nadine: "Maybe it's a spelling bee."
Rusty: "Maybe. At least we won't have to struggle through an obstacle
course. I can barely move now."
Marsha: "I might sleep right here on the beach. I don't think I can
make it all the way to the shelter."
As if on cue, lightning flashes far out to sea. A few moments later the
low rumbling thunder rolls over the island.
Marsha: Looks up. "Or maybe not."
When it begins to get dark, the people move to clear up the beach. The
two coolers of ice and meat are carried up to the shelter and stored on
the high food shelf. Garbage is burned, but edible garbage is left out,
away from the shelter, for the pigs to eat.
Most of the subs and a few doms turn in for the night, but a few
dominants remain down on the beach, sitting around the fire. The Major
is there, along with Peter, Sam, Edgar, Max, and Mark.
Mark: "That was a great day today. Thanks for the feast, Major."
Major: "It was the cooks that made the feast so good. My pig just
supplied the meat."
Peter: "Myka's coconut and mango kebabs were pretty tasty."
Edgar: "Yeah, really different."
Major: "She did well in helping us cut the meat. A good girl, she is."
Mark: "It was nice of Kent to supply us with that ice. We can stretch
the food out longer now."
Sam: "I wonder why he did it?"
Mark: "What?"
Sam: "Why just give us something so useful? I wonder what the motive
was."
Major: "We're the rats in the maze. Raw meat wouldn't last long in the
days heat. If we all get sick from eating rotten meat, it's not going
to make a very interesting show. Bunch of people turning green and
puking? No, it's in their best interest to try and keep us all fit and
healthy. The producers aren't going to let us starve and get weak out
here."
Peter: "That's why the pigs are here. And why there's so many fruit
trees here. They need healthy rats to put on a good show."
Max: "But what if some of us do get sick out here?"
Peter: "That's the chance we take."
Major: "Say my sub falls and breaks her leg. That would severely limit
her usefulness in the competitions. So you want to be careful out here
and not take any stupid chances. Any of us could get taken out by a
foolish move."
Mark: "So we have to look out for each other then."
Peter: "Not necessarily. We're all competing against each other. This
is a contest, after all. With a Million bucks up for grabs."
Major: "Say, Max. I see you heading for a fall. Should I warn you?"
Edgar: "Normally one would. But this isn't a normal situation."
Peter: "Right. We all want to make the final five. I guess we'd have to
make a choice. Let you take a fall, or shout a warning. I wouldn't like
to see anyone get really hurt, but if it means Sue and I step closer to
the pot, I guess I'd have to think twice about it."
Max: "So it's dog eat dog then."
Mark: "No! We're not animals, we're human beings."
Major: "No we're not. Like I said, we're rats in a maze. The rat that
climbs over the other rats and makes it to the end, gets the cheese."
Peter: "A lot of cheese. So you're saying that we signed away civility
when we agreed to be in this contest?"
Major: "Perhaps. We'll have to choose, are we going to play the game to
win the money, or play to win friends. Me? I think you know what my
choice would be."
Edgar: "I'd have to agree with you. Me and Jude are here for the money
too. It's tough luck when someone takes a fall, but that's life, right?
People win and people lose. That's just the way it is."
[Camera zooms out from the bonfire.] The Major stands and stretches. He
turns to go to the shelter. The others stand and move around. Sam pokes
the fire with a stick and adds some more wood. The doms leave the beach
to turn in for the night.
[Title: DAY NINE.]
Dawn, on the beach. The morning's exercise routines are more subdued
today, with the contestants bellies still stuffed from the pig feast.
Sam is seen taking a leisurely jog along the beach. He stops.
[Iso shot of Sam.] "Some of the other doms seem willing to go to any
lengths to win the prize money. Sure, it's a lot of cash. But after
this is all over with, we still have to look at ourselves in the mirror
each morning."
[Iso shot of Mark and Nadine.] Mark is getting the fire going. "Last
night at the bonfire, the Major said we're just rats in a maze. I don't
want to end up the rat on the bottom. This was suppose to be a contest
with the best survivor winning the pot. If people are going to start
getting nasty, I'm not sure that I want to be a part of it.
[A camera crew find Max and Sierra off alone in the woods.] Max has
Sierra down on her back on a patch of soft grass and the two are
passionately making love. Max's clothing is strewn around the area and
we see his bare bum as he humps into his submissive.
[Zoom in to Sierra's face.] Sierra's eyes are tightly shut and she
thrashes her head around. Max strokes into her with a hard and steady
rhythm.
Sierra: "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Yes! Yes! Oh, Yesss!"
Sierra cums hard as Max continues his thrusting. Max drives her up, up,
and over the edge again. Sierra pulls hard on her wrist and ankle
chains and she cums, a long hard cuming that lasts and lasts. She
screams Max's name as she drops, shaking her head wildly as he
continues to thrust into her.
Back at the shelter, Eddie and Rusty are slicing up some meat and
frying strips of it in a pan. With the smells of the cooking in the
air, the late sleepers are getting up and moving around camp, heading
for the toilet, or standing around. Brandi and Marsha have gone to
check the mail, Colleen and John are scouting for fruit, and Edgar is
cutting up some bread. This early in the morning, and with the day
being quite warm, none of them have bothered with clothing.
Judith: "I guess there's no eggs."
Eddie: "There's no chickens on the island. There's birds, but I don't
think you can eat the eggs."
Rusty: "I saw some nests yesterday. Maybe we could try some."
Eddie: "Sure, why not."
People come and go, taking a plate of food and some coffee and sit,
having breakfast. Max and Sierra show up, with Sierra looking quite
happy. Trish sees her, as does Sue, and she nudges Peter who looks.
Sue: Quietly, to Peter. "Gee, I wonder what they've been up to."
Brandi and Marsha return with a scrap of paper and the cast gathers
around to hear the challenge. Brandi reads it.
Thirty cards
Two at a time
Could be a trick
Or something benign
Max: "Kent said it's a memory game. Matching the cards somehow, I bet."
Eddie: "Rewards or points, or a trick, something not so nice."
Judith: "Not nice for us, I'm sure."
Once breakfast is done, Colleen and John, Peter and Sue, offer to go
for water. Taking two jugs each, they set off down the jungle trail to
the well. John knows the way, so the two doms let the subs lead as they
follow at a leisurely pace.
Colleen: To Peter. "So what sorts of things do you and Sue like to do?"
Peter: "Well, Sue likes to be tied down so she can't move."
Sue: "Peter!"
Peter: "Well you do."
Colleen: "John likes that too."
Peter: "What about spankings, you two into that?"
Sue: "Peter!!"
Peter: "Sue's overdue for hers."
Colleen: "Regular discipline is very important."
Both dominants get the same idea at the same time. They reach out on
either side of the trail to snap branches off some trees. The two subs,
hearing this, begin moving faster. But with the short hobble chains and
the rough trail, they don't get very far.
Peter reaches out and grabs a handful of Sue's hair, slowing her down.
Brandi gets her arm around John's neck and bends him over. Together,
the two doms begin laying strokes of their tree branches across their
subs bare bums.
Sue opens her eyes and sees John's face inches from hers. His face is a
mask of pain and embarrassment, and he yells out at each of Brandi's
hard strokes. The absurdity of it hits her, that she and this other man
are getting whipped in the middle of a jungle, and she starts laughing.
Soon though, the pain in her bum becomes a bit too intense and she too
starts yelling at each smack of Peter's stick.
After ten smacks each, Peter gives Colleen a nod and they stop beating
their subs. Both Sue and John have a lovely, rosy, striped glow on
their bums from the whacks. Sue and John look to their masters with
eager, tear filled eyes. Tears from enduring the pain. Eager
anticipation of the reward after the punishment. That reward generally
being wild sex.
Peter: "Later, my pretty. We've got work to do first."
Somewhat reluctantly, the four pick up their water jugs and continue
on. A little further along the trail and they see the blue cover of the
well. Peter lifts the lid and drops the pail down, then hauls up a
bucket of water. The four each drink their fills before filling the
jugs.
On the way back to camp, John points out the fork in the trail that he
and the two girls took, last time he'd gone for water. John tells the
others about the mud pool they'd found. Sue rolls her eyes and looks to
Peter, whose interest has peaked.
Peter: "A mud pool? Let's go have a look."
So the four take the other trail through the thickening jungle. They
leave the water jugs at one point, to pick them up on the way back.
Colleen has no idea why Peter is so interested in a pool of mud, but Sue
knows. Too well does she know.
They come to the valley and descend down to where the ground gives way
to gray, sticky muck. Peter steps into the ooze and feels it squish
between his toes. He smiles, then wades in deeper.
Colleen: "Peter! That might be quicksand!"
Peter: "It's not."
At his next step he quickly sinks in up to his chest. Peter pauses a
moment to gain his footing in the soft clay beneath him.
Colleen: To Sue. "What's so special about sinking in muck?"
Sue: "Peter has a mud fetish."
Peter: "Sue!!"
Sue: "Well, watch."
Sue steps into the warm, slippery muck. She eases in up to her knees
and then belly flops into the middle of the pool. Sue dives in under
the surface, quickly popping up, totally covered in the gray mud.
Peter's eyes grow wide and he moves through the mud to her.
Peter and Sue embrace with the slippery muck squishing between their
bodies. Peter wipes the mud from Sue's face and hair and then kisses
her hard on the lips. John is standing in the mud and he inches in
deeper. Colleen looks at him and then at the other couple, who are
locked in a deep embrace, and she decides to give it a try. Taking hold
of her sub's arm, they ease deeper into the mud pool.
The dense muck has boyed Peter and Sue's bodies up to the top of the
pool. Ripples in the surface encircle them.
Colleen: "Are you two fucking?"
Sue: She giggles. "Yes."
Peter looks to Colleen and John and smiles at them. Colleen looks at
John and he lowers himself into the mud, pulling her down with him.
Colleen: "This is nuts."
Peter: "Try it, you'll like it."
The warm, slippery mud feels really strange, and kind of nice. Colleen
lets John pull her in deeper and she finds that the mud supports her
body much better than water. She lays easily on the surface and lets
her sub enter her. The slick mud makes it hard for her to get a grip on
his shoulders. John supports her back and lifts her up, then down, and
his cock fills her up. Colleen's nipples slide teasingly across John's
mud slickened chest as she begins her ride on his hard shaft.
[Camera pulls back.] Two sets of mud covered humans make wild love in a
pool of gray ooze. Sue and Peter are completely covered in the mud.
John's head has mud hand prints all over it. It's only Colleen that
hasn't got her hair and face full of mud. That soon changes as she and
John cum hard together. John loses his balance and they both keel over
in the muck. Colleen comes up spitting mud and wiping her eyes, Sue is
laughing, and Peter blasts a huge load into his sweet submissive.
The two couples play around in the muck a bit more, then, with
difficulty, they extricate themselves from the sticky ooze. Standing on
solid ground once more, they scrape as much mud as they can off each
other with their hands and fingers. After they clean up as much as
possible, they help each other up the small embankment and find the
trail again.
The mud that still coats their bodies has dried to a flaky crust when
they find their water jugs and pick them up. John and Sue begin having
trouble with their wrist and ankle cuffs. By the time they reach camp,
the mud under them has begun to dry, making the cuffs feel tight and
less flexible against their skin.
Judith and Marsha are in the kitchen area tidying up when the four
reach camp, and Judith turns to see four alien visitors coming out of
the jungle. She screams. Marsha turns to look and she screams too. It's
not until they see the water jugs, and the crusty, mud covered chains
on Sue's and Rusty's hands and feet, that they recognise their fellow
contestants.
Judith: "What the hell happened to you guys?"
Peter: "Uh, we fell in the mud."
Marsha: "Fell in the mud?"
Sue tells the others, for by now there's a crowd gathered, about the
mud pool, and she hints at what went on back there. She lets slip about
Peter's little fetish, but if he feels embarrassed it doesn't show. All
four are still covered in the gray mud from head to toe.
Brandi: "I need a swim. You coming, John?"
The four gray aliens meet others along the way to the beach, and the
tale of the mud pool is told again. The Major seems highly amused at
the antics that morning. The two doms and their subs walk out into the
ocean to wash, while some of others watch. It takes a long time for the
girls, especially Sue, to get all the mud rinsed out of their hair.
Peter has got Sue's hair brush from the shelter and he sits, brushing
out her long, now golden blond again, hair. Lunch is a pork chop
barbecue down on the beach. After that, the contestants follow the
trail to the clearing in the jungle, the site of the day's challenge.
In the clearing stand three card tables. Two have things piled on them
and are covered, one with a black cloth and one with a red one. Kent
stands before the end table, Brent and Kate are with him. Upon that
table's green felt surface, three piles of playing cards.
Kent: "Welcome. Before we start todays challenge, is everyone getting
enough to eat?"
[Laughter, murmurs of agreement.]
Sam: "Yeah, we've been living pretty high on the hog this past couple
days."
Edgar: "Some chicken would make a nice change from pork, though."
Kent: "It's funny that you mention that. One of the rewards today isn't
chicken, but a dozen eggs."
[Sounds of, "great, oh yeah."]
Kent: "Peter and Colleen. I heard that you and your subs got a bit
dirty this morning. Any comments?"
This time, without the mud, a rosy tinge is seen spreading on Peter
and Sue's faces.
Colleen: "Sue said that they enjoy a good mud bath. I kind of see why."
Kent: "Great. Ok, here's today's challenge. As I said yesterday, it's
sort of a memory game." Kent picks up one pile of cards and fans them
out in his hand. "Here we have the twenty, black, number cards. The ace
to the ten in clubs and spades." He picks up another pile. "These six
are the red, face cards. These are for rewards." Picks up the last pile
and fans them out. "These six are the black face cards. They represent
four points."
Kent: "In all, there are thirty two cards here. I'll put two face cards
aside, face up, one red and one black." He does this. "Now, we shuffle
the rest."
Kent: After he's shuffled the deck several times, he begins to lay them
out, face down on the table. "We'll lay these thirty cards out in a six
by five grid." Brent and Miss Kate move to the other tables. Kent has
all the cards down.
Kent: "Right. Now this is the game. One by one, each of you, doms and
subs, will step up and point to, or touch, two cards. I'll turn them
over, since you subs with your wrist chains may not be able to reach
two cards at the same time. If you pick two black face cards, there's
four points for the couple. Match two red face cards and you get a
reward."
Brent lifts the red cloth from his table where the rewards are piled.
There's two dozen eggs, there's a fishing kit with a net and also hooks
and proper line. And there's four nice, soft, fluffy pillows. Most of
the couples are looking at those pillows and thinking how nice they'd
be to sleep on.
Kent: "If the cards you choose are a face card and a number card,
there's no match and, once everyone's seen them, I put the cards back.
You need to try and remember where the face cards are, because matching
two of those is the way to win. In the beginning, if you pick one face
card and a number card, you can use one of these two on the side to
make a match. A match, and the two cards are out of play. No match, and
back down they go. Everyone Ok so far?"
A few of the subs are eyeing the still covered table where Miss Kate is
standing.
Kent: "Good. Now, what if you pick two of the black number cards? Well,
if it's a sub who draws a number card match, they get some nice
jewelry." Kate whips off the black cloth to reveal a pile of pairs of
shiny steel handcuffs. "If a dom draws a number card match, then it's
your sub that gets the cuffs. An unlucky sub might get more than one
set of cuffs today, and anyone who gets handcuffed will have to wear
them until tomorrow's competition.
"We'll run through this challenge twice today. So, for the reward you
can choose, two pillows, one dozen eggs, or the net. The second time,
again, two pillows, the fishing hooks or the eggs. Ok? Who wants to go
first?"
Peter is closest so he goes first. He touches two cards on the grid and
Kent turns them over, holding them up so everyone can see. One's a
number card and one's a red face card. Kent says, "Choose a reward,"
and Peter picks out the two fluffy pillows. Kent puts the two face
cards aside, the number card goes back down inside the grid where it
came from.
Sue's up next. She points to two cards, Kent turns them over, and Sue
draws two number cards. Cuffs.
Kent puts the two cards aside. Not smiling anymore, Sue goes to Kate's
table. Miss Kate lifts a pair from the pile and snaps them around Sue's
wrists with her hands in front of her. Kate uses the key to engage the
double locks so the cuffs can't tighten up. They're on to stay.
Edgar draws a red face card and a number card. No match, the cards are
replaced in the grid. Judith tries the face card that Edgar chose, but
draws a number card with it. Sam picks the known face card and hits
luck with a match. He grins as he takes the fishing net.
The Major gets two number cards, but one of Jane's picks is a match for
the free black face card. Four points for the Major and Jane. Jane is
smiling as Kate locks her cuffs on.
One by one, each of the contestants take a turn in choosing two cards.
Brandi gets points, Marsha gets the cuffs. With a sad face, Marsha
moves to the Kate's table to have her cuffs locked on. Eddie draws
cuffs for Rusty and Rusty does also. Rusty watches with wide eyes as
Kate places the handcuffs around his skinny wrists. Kate snaps the
first pair on Rusty's wrists above his leather cuffs and the second set
below them, closer to his hands. Sierra wins the eggs, but also cuffs
when Max draws two number cards.
After everyone's had a turn there are six cards left on the table. Kent
turns them over. Two are black face cards, four points left unchosen.
He gathers up the cards, shuffles them, and resets the table.
After the second go around, Rusty and Marsha sport three pairs of
handcuffs each. Marsha is looking quite upset, as she knows that the
cuffs will remain on her wrists for the whole night, until the
challenge, tomorrow afternoon. Sierra and Myka each wear two pairs. All
of the subs but Nadine and Judith are stuck in cuffs.
The doms, however, are quite happy with the way the competition went.
Those that have won reward prizes are examining them, and others are
mentally adding up their new point totals.
Kent: "In today's competition, the Major and Jane have picked up eight
points. Brandi and Marsha, Lisa and Myka, Colleen and John, you each
get four. We also have a dozen eggs that nobody won." Kent hands the
carton of eggs to Mark. "Here, make a big omelet for breakfast. You can
all head back to camp, and I'll see you here at high noon tomorrow, for
the main points competition."
If the subs thought it was hard moving around with the twelve inch
chain between their wrists, having the less than two inches between the
cuffs makes it much worse. With those that have two and three sets of
handcuffs, as well as the leather cuffs and chain dangling from their
wrists, trying to use their hands for anything proves almost
impossible.
Back at camp, except for Judith and Nadine who have escaped the card
game handcuff free, the mood of the subs is sullen. Trying to eat
becomes a chore, and even going to the latrine is a whole new
experience. Rusty puts up with his three pairs of cuffs, but Marsha is
particularly uncomfortable having her hands weighed down with all that
metal. Brandi feeds her submissive her supper and then helps her off
into the jungle, later, for a little private consolation.
That night in the shelter there is heard much clanking and scraping, as
the handcuffed submissives try to get comfortable. Peter and Sue, Edgar
and Judith, sleep soundly though, with their heads on those nice fluffy
pillows.
[Cue commercial.] / [Return.]
[Title: DAY TEN.]
[Morning on the beach.] Jane and Sue don't manage to get a very good
workout with their handcuffs on. Peter is taking his run along the
beach and the Major has joined him. It's a glorious sunny morning, hot,
and the Major has left his tee shirt at camp and is wearing just his
shorts.
Out in the water, Sam is trying out the fishing net. Edgar is helping
him chase fish into the net and, rather quickly, they return to shore
with a half dozen nice sized fish.
In the camp, the subs wearing the cuffs are still moody. A few have not
had much sleep. The two that missed getting cuffed are fixing breakfast
for the group and Eddie is helping them. It's fried ham and eggs this
morning, along with some grilled fish and fruit. Marsha is upset at
being cuffed so tightly with her three sets, and Rusty is unusually
subdued throughout the delicious meal.
Eddie: "I think that the subs with the most handcuffs should go for the
mail today."
Brandi: "Yes, I agree."
Sam: "All in favour?"
All the doms raise their hands.
Sam: "Motion carried."
After a bit of whining, Rusty and Marsha set out for the mail tree.
They make it to the beach and Marsha stumbles along slowly in her ankle
chain. She walks with her head down, her hands pulled down by the
weight of the cuffs. Rusty looks at her as they move down the beach.
Rusty: "Jeeze, Marsha. Quit fighting it and accept it. We're stuck in
these cuffs till later, so why not make the best of it?"
Marsha: "Maybe you can better accept it because you like it. But I
don't. Brandi never locks me up for the whole night. I didn't sleep a
wink with these on."
Rusty stops walking and takes Marsha's hands in his own. He feels her
wrists around the three sets of handcuffs and her leather cuffs.
Rusty: "They aren't too tight. They can't be hurting too much. What's
wrong?"
Marsha: "I just don't like to be locked up so tight for so long."
Rusty: They start walking again. "You don't like this?"
Marsha: "No."
Rusty: "But I thought. . . ."
Marsha: "What?"
Rusty: "Eddie took me into the jungle last night. I was so horny that
I couldn't stand it anymore. We heard you and Brandi. It sounded like
you were having as much fun as I was. I thought that all submissives
liked being locked up tight like this."
Marsha: She stops and turns to Rusty. "You really don't mind having all
these handcuffs on, do you?"
Rusty: He laughs. "Well it's uncomfortable and it makes it hard to do
things. But no, I don't mind. I rather like feeling like this.
Especially outside, walking around in the open. I know that Eddie will
look out for me and he'll take care of me. And so I'm free to simply
enjoy my feeling so helpless."
Marsha: She starts walking again. "Brandi has been extra nice to me
since we came back from the challenge."
Rusty: "Well sure. When we're chained up like this, it's like we've
lost our power. To a dominant, seeing us trapped and helpless,
powerless, it makes them feel even more powerful. They see us as
weakened by being chained up like this and they want to show their
power by making us feel better. So we suffer a bit of discomfort for a
while. Isn't it worth it?"
Marsha: She's quiet for a few moments. "Brandi made me cum five times
last night, in the forest. And later on, in bed, she held me so
tenderly all night. It was really sweet."
Rusty: "Eddie made me cum twice. I like feeling stuck like this, but I
love the way he treats me when I am. Usually he lets me go at some
point, but he can't during this contest. And that's helping to keep us
both horny as hell. Last night was one of the best."
Marsha stops again and takes Rusty's hands in her own. The cuffs and
chains rattle and clank together as she lifts herself up on her toes,
then kisses Rusty on his cheek.
Marsha: "Thanks, Rusty."
Rusty: "For what?"
Marsha: "For helping me to understand."
Rusty: "You're welcome, Marsha."
The two submissives reach the mail tree, and Rusty reaches into the
tube. He finds a slip of paper inside and pulls it out. On it, is
printed:
Sub hunt.
The clearing, at noon.
O.K.
Marsha: "Look."
Inside the wooden box under the mail tube is a small plastic box of
balls. A little bigger than marbles, they are all different colours.
Marsha reaches in with her hands and picks it up. She awkwardly opens
the box and touches them.
Marsha: "They're soft. Kind of squishy."
Rusty: "Careful. Those are paintballs."
Back at camp, everyone gathers around to read the note and examine the
box of balls. There are ten of the little balls, each a different
colour.
Sam: "Paintballs. Anyone ever play it?"
Peter: "Sue and I have."
Sam: "Us too. Up at the cottage one year. I borrowed a friend's gun and
I hunted Trish, then she hunted me."
Sue: "Normal paintballs feel harder than these do. Maybe because we
don't have any clothes on these are softer, so they won't hurt as
much."
Judith: "Maybe it's us who get to hunt the doms."
Everyone turns to look at her.
Judith: "No, I guess not."
Leftover pork roast is sliced up, and the rest of the bread is used to
make a pile of pork sandwiches. After lunch, the gang head along the
trail to the clearing for the day's challenge.
Kent stands near a table with five big paintball guns on it and boxes
of ammo. On a board that's standing up, is a map of the area. Brent and
Kate are there, along with someone new.
Kent: "Welcome. Before we start, I'd like to introduce our weapons
officer, 'Spider' Anderson. Spider is here to handle setting up the
guns, and he'll give you doms a quick training lesson, in case you've
never used one of these before."
Kent: He picks up one of the guns. "These fire those small paintballs
that you've seen this morning. Each dom gets to pick a different
colour. The balls have been specially made for this challenge and are a
little softer than a normal paintball. Since you subs don't have any
protective clothing, I think you'll appreciate that. Before we begin,
the subs need some preparations. Kate?"
Miss Kate produces a couple keys and hands one to Brent. The subs
gather around and their handcuffs are removed. Brent then pulls a
cardboard box from under the table and opens it. A few of the subs gasp
after seeing what's inside.
Kent: "Each sub gets to wear a protective hood that has lenses fitted
to cover your eyes. We don't want anyone to get hurt out there. Now
everyone pay attention to the map here."
[Camera on map.] The map shows the clearing and a trail or road leading
out on the top right corner. The road from the clearing joins another
road that runs partially across the middle of the island.
Kent: "The area of this challenge is bounded by the back road. No one
is to go across that road. To the left, there," Kent points, "about
half a mile in, you'll come to a yellow tape running through the
jungle. That's the other boundary. The clearing, the road off it, and
the trail you took to get here mark the right side.
"The game is simple. The subs will get a twenty minute start to run and
hide anywhere within the area. Then, one at a time, each dom will go
in. You have fifteen minutes to shoot as many subs as you can. Each hit
gets you and your sub two points. You can score three hits on one sub,
then you have to find another. Hits on your own sub don't count, but if
you find your sub, he or she can help you in finding the others.
"A hit anywhere on a sub's body gets two points. A clean kill, that is
a hit on breasts or pussy, or for the guys, on the ass or groin area,
gets an extra two points. So three 'clean kill' shots and it's twelve
points. Three hits anywhere and it's six points. That's one sub 'dead',
then you have to find another.
"We have six manned cameras working inside the area, and one will go in
following you. Miss Kate and Brent may be in there too, observing. Try
not to hit any of them!" Miss kate uncoils the whip from her belt and
cracks it in the air. "Especially Miss Kate. Just kidding folks, but be
careful out there. We don't want any accidents."
While Kent has been explaining the rules to the doms, Brent and Kate
have been fitting the subs with their protective hoods. The hoods are
made from rather thick rubber and cover each sub's head completely.
Thick pads cover their ears, for protection, of course. The pads also
cut off almost all of their hearing.
[Voiceover.] One of the hoods is displayed before the camera. "Each
hood has a built in gag pad that fits into the subs mouth and prevents
them from making much sound. The eye protection consists of small,
glass, fish eye lenses, sewn into the eye holes of the hoods."
[View from inside one of the hoods.] It's like looking through two of
those door peep hole viewers. The cheap, crappy kind.
All of the subs have now been fitted with the hoods, which are locked
on with a strap around their necks and under their chins. Kate and
Brent are herding them from the clearing and into the hunting area.
Spider is explaining the workings of the paintball guns to the doms.
Kent stands the board with the map on it against a tree, and the doms
each take a few practice shots, trying to hit it.
Kent: "If during the hunt your gun jams, just hold it up over your head
and call out. All of the crew has radios and I'll stop the clock for
you. After your fifteen minutes, I'll blow this air horn and your turn
is over."
The dom's practice time is finished, the sub's twenty minutes hiding
time done, Spider takes one of the guns and opens it. He runs some
water through it and pushes a cleaning rag down the barrel. Then he
screws on a fresh CO2 cylinder. A blast of gas from the gun and the
wadded rag flies across the clearing.
Kent: "Ok. We'll draw cards for the hunting order. Ace goes first, the
ten last."
Kent fans out the ten cards and each dom draws one. Sam gets the ace.
Kent: "What colour do you want?"
Sam: "Green."
Spider dumps a box of green balls into the gun's hopper and snaps the
lid down. He hands the weapon to Sam.
Kent: He holds a stopwatch. "Ready, Sam?" Kent starts the clock and
shouts, "GO!"
Sam runs toward the jungle and is gone. [The camera follows behind him.]
[Cut to: Other cameras trained on some of the subs.] Rusty is tangled
up in some bushes. Judith has burrowed under some leafy plants, but her
bum is teasingly exposed. Sue is standing in the open, trying to see
through the lenses in her hood. You can tell it's Sue because of her
long blond hair spilling from under her hood. Myka is also recognizable
from her darker skin and long hair. She's crouched behind some rocks.
Sam sees his first target. He can't make out who she is, but she's
cowering behind a tree. Sam has come up behind her. He squeezes off one
shot and the green ball splatters across the girl's back. She spins
around and Sam gets a shot at her left breast. The sub's hands raise up
to cover them and Sam nails a pussy shot. Ten points! Sam moves on.
Another sub, hiding in some plants. Doof! Doof! A miss as she rolls
over, green down one leg. Sam wheels around and sees another. Three
quick shots and three green splotches on the girl's ass and legs.
Rusty, in a panic, pulling at his ankle chain that's tangled in the
bushes. Doof, Doof, Doof! One hits him right in the nuts. Eight points.
A head shot to a sub and then Sam realises that it's Trish. But she's
pointing and waving three fingers! Sam follows her lead and comes upon
two females and a male. A flurry of shots, three 'clean kills' and six
hits.
Sam sees another, but the horn sounds just then. Sam turns towards the
camera, raises the weapon in the air, and yells the yell of the mighty
hunter. Smiling all the way back, he returns to the clearing.
Kent is ready with the stopwatch, and as Sam appears, another dom is
set to go. It's Brandi. "GO!" shouts Kent and he clicks the watch.
A member of the crew has set the map board back up near the table and,
on the clean side, he's writing Sam's name. He's in radio contact with
the crew in the jungle and is tallying up Sam's score. It's fifty two
points for Sam and Trish!
Meanwhile, Brandi finds her first target. Doof, Doof, Doof. Three shots
of pink splattered on Rusty, who's still trapped in the tangle of
bushes. And now with big pink splotches on his back and each ass cheek.
Brandi quickly moves on.
Brandi moves fast and takes shots on the run. Although she racks up a
lot of misses, she gets in some pretty fine shots as well. Judith, she
guesses, crouched behind a tree. A shot to her ass that gets her up and
turning. Then one to the pussy. Her hands drop to cover herself and
Brandi pegs Jude's left tit. Ten points for Brandi.
Sierra has climbed a low tree and is hiding in amongst the big leaves.
A sitting duck. Brand fires off three fast shots. Three hits, six
points. Behind a log. It's her friend Colleen's sub, John. Two on his
ass and one in the shoulder. Pinky strikes again.
The sound of the air horn and Colleen starts back. By the time she
reaches the clearing, her score is up on the board. Sixty six points
for Brandi and Marsha!
Next up, the Major. He's chosen the red paintballs. His tactic is slow
and steady. Although he takes the time to set his shots, most of them
strike the high score 'clean kill' areas. The Major turns in a good
score of seventy two points.
Mark takes white ammo, and his style is to quickly find a target, then
set careful shots. He blasts his own sub, Nadine, in both breasts
before he sees that it's her. "Sorry Hon," he says, and moves on.
Max picks orange. When he gets the start he runs headlong into the
jungle. Right away he trips over a root and goes head over heels in the
dirt. But he gets up, looks around, then takes off. Most of the others
see him fall. "Idiot," comments the Major. Max draws just fifty points.
Edgar chooses the purple balls. He starts off slow but soon gets into
the game. He chases down one sub who's running as fast as her hobble
chain will allow, which isn't very fast. Edgar picks his target and
lets fly. Two big purple splats on the sub's side and one on her tit.
Another, behind a tree. Her face, or rather the front of her hood, is
covered in white paint. She's trying to clean off the lenses so she can
see. Doof. Doof. Doof. Two in the crotch and then purple paint in the
face. Edgar wins sixty points for himself and Jude.
Myka has picked her hiding place well. She's up in some rocks. By
crouching down, many of the hunters have passed by her and not seen her
up there. The Major guessed though, knowing a good hiding place when he
saw it, and has pegged her with three red splotches. Max got her once,
when she was looking the wrong way, as did Mark. Myka is waiting for
her mistress, Lisa.
Lisa is the last to go. Her colour is bright yellow. Her and Myka have
worked out a plan. Myka was to seek the high ground and then direct
Lisa to the other subs. Lisa scans up high as she runs through the
jungle. Rusty, still trapped in the bushes and covered in paint of all
colours makes an easy target. Lisa takes the shots and moves on.
Up on the rocks, Myka finally sees her mistress and stands up. She
can't call out because of the gag, so she waves her chained hands. Lisa
sees her. Myka holds up three fingers and points to the left. Lisa
finds three subs huddled in some bushes. Nine shots, twenty eight
points. Myka directs Lisa's attention ahead of her. A sub stumbling
around blindly, purple paint on her lenses. An easy twelve points.
Behind the rocks, another two. Then ahead, twenty yards. It's Sue.
Doof. Doof. Doof. Ten points.
Lisa pulls down the score of the day. Eighty two points. Kent blasts
three long bursts of the air horn, the signal for the subs to return.
Sadly, most of them are too far away to hear through the thick ear pads
of their hoods, or are blinded by paint splattered over their lenses.
The camera crews, who've been following the subs, are ready to wash
paint off lenses and help round everyone up.
As the subs are brought back to the clearing, Miss Kate and Brent
unlock each one's hood and remove them. They wash down the equipment,
the hoods and the guns. The subs are left covered in paint. All except
for Jane.
Kent: "Jane! You don't have any paint on you!"
Jane: "No, Sir. I moved fast to the outer perimeter and then I ducked
and covered, Sir."
Kent: "Run, then hide. Excellent strategy Jane. Myka, you didn't take
very many hits. What were your plans going into today's competition?"
Myka: "I was lucky, Sir. I also found a good hiding place."
Rusty, who's totally splattered in every colour of paint, except for
his head where the hood covered it, is rubbing his sore, multicoloured
cock and balls.
Kent: "Rusty. It looks like you got the worst of todays challenge.
Anything to add?"
Rusty: "Owch!"
Kent: "Owch, indeed. Well contestants, you've all done very well today.
The results posted on the board are the unofficial scores. In the heat
of battle something may have been missed, so we'll go over the tapes
and announce the final scores tomorrow. Thanks for a great competition!
You can all head back to camp now."
The group makes it's way out of the clearing and along the jungle
trail. Down at the beach, the doms have the subs line up and they take
turns, pointing out their hits on the subs colourful bodies. The doms
are in great spirits, pointing out their hits and bragging on how they
made each 'clean kill' shot. The subs are less enthusiastic about the
afternoon's challenge, and reluctantly stand there on display while
each dom verifies his or her hits.
After some time the subs are released, and they head straight for the
water for a group wash. It takes a while, and a bit of scrubbing with
sand, to get all the dried up paint off their bodies but, eventually,
ten much cleaner subs are sitting along the beach, drying off.
Dispite the promise of the paintballs being less hard than regular
ones, each sub, except for Jane who suffered no hits, have bright red
dots all over them from where the balls hit. By night time, the red
dots have deepened into little round, purple bruises. Breasts are quite
tender, and John and Rusty's nuts still ache.
Dinner is another big pork roast, with rice and fish, and with bellies
full, our tired contestants turn in for the night.
[Roll credits.] [Split screen with credits, show points totals.]
* Official Scores *
Lisa and Myka 96
The Major and Jane 90
Peter and Sue 85
Edgar and Judith 83
Mark and Nadine 77
Brandi and Marsha 75
Sam and Trish 75
Eddie and Rusty 74
Colleen and John 72
Max and Sierra 64
[END Episode 3.]
[Voiceover:] "Next time, on Surviver."
"Three of the dominants go exploring on Surviver Island." [Show Eddie,
Sam and Mark, walking down a long stretch of beach.] "That evening,
some interesting revelations come out at the evening bonfire." [Colleen
and Brandi, laughing.]
"And a specially prepared meal is served up to the dominants." [Show
the ten doms, sitting around a table. They lift the covers off the
trays. Three of them scream.]
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