Episode 6. 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.]
"For the last three days, our contestants have immersed themselves in
the ways of Gorean culture. Their first challenge was for the
submissives to learn and preform on command, the various Gorean slave
positions. [Show subs doing the routine.] The couple of Peter and Sue
picked up fifteen points with Sue's flawless display of the positions.
Myka earned ten points and John gained five.
"For the second challenge, the subs were divided up into two teams, and
made to pull two heavy wagons out along the sandbar and back again.
[Show scenes from the race.] This challenge earned twenty points each
for the couples of Peter, Colleen, Brandi, the Major, and Max.
"However the buzz around camp the past few days has been the Major's
rather harsh treatment of his sub, Jane. She suffered a severe beating
at his hands that has upset many in the group. [Show Jane's striped
bum.]
"Can our contestants focus themselves on surviving these next three
days and making it beyond the split, when five couples have to leave?
Stay tuned to this important episode of Surviver."
[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.]
[Evening of day sixteen, after the wagon race.]
The couples return to their beach and the bonfire is stoked up.
Everyone is in fine spirits, even the subs, despite them being worn out
from having to pull those heavy wagons. The points spread has closed up
even tighter now and it's still anyone's game.
The subs have red marks on them from the harnesses, and Jane's bum is
still striped from the Major's caning of her. She sits gingerly on the
sand, away from the fire. Her dominant sits with her.
Major: "Nice work today. We're back in first place."
Jane remains silent, unsure of how to respond to him. She has learned
that it's sometimes better to simply wait the Major out.
Myka passes by the Major and Jane, and he looks up at the pretty Asian
girl. Myka feels the Major's eyes boring into her as she moves past and
she glances down to him. A slight grin plays on her lips. The Major
flashes her a smile. Jane's eyes grow cold as she catches this
exchange. When the Major returns his attention to her, she looks
downwards at the sand before her.
On the other side of the bonfire, Max and Edgar, who've drank a few too
many beers at the pizza party after the race, are arguing about
something trivial. Nadine is with Judith who has slightly twisted her
ankle during the race. The production camp doctor has wrapped it with
an elastic bandage and Nadine is holding an ice pack on it for her.
Sierra is sitting nearby.
Nadine: "It's not too bad, Judith. Just take it easy for a day or two
and you'll be Ok."
Judith: She's tugging on her leather ankle cuff. "This damn cuff and
chain is cutting off the circulation! It's killing me!"
Sierra: She feels Judith's ankle which is a bit swollen. "It's not too
tight, Judith. Stop complaining. You'll be fine."
Nadine: "You know the rules. If they have to cut your cuffs off, you
and Edgar are out of the game. Keep the ice on it, keep off your feet,
and you'll be Ok."
Colleen sits with her submissive, John.
Colleen: "Wow, winning that wagon race has put us back in the running.
We're in, what, fourth place now?"
John: "Fifth, I think. We've done pretty well, haven't we?"
Colleen: "You've done well, my sweet. If our luck holds we could make
it past the cut in three days." Colleen is quiet for a while. Then she
takes John's hand. "Want to go for a walk?"
John catches the look in his Mistresses eyes. The look that spells she
wants to have sex. Colleen pulls John to his feet and the two go off
into the jungle for some private time.
[Voiceover.] [Camera on Edgar and Max who are still arguing.] "As the
points now stand, Edgar and Max would have to leave the island when the
group splits. Tensions will run high amongst some of the couples for
the next few days."
The argument ends, as arguments with Max usually do, with him turning
heel and stomping off into the jungle. Edgar shakes his head, then goes
to sit with his sub, Judith.
Lisa takes the hand of her sub, Myka, and they wade out into the water
to join Brandi and Marsha. The four girls stand chest deep in the warm
sea.
Brandi: To Lisa. "We've caught up to you two in the points. It would be
great if we both got to go on."
Lisa: "The wagon race was a physical one, and before that, the obstacle
course race was. If the next two challenges are less strenuous, more of
a mental test, we could have a shot."
Marsha: "Yeah. Eddie's strong. Mark and Peter too. If the doms have to
compete with us, most of the others have an advantage if brute strength
is called for."
Brandi: "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
The four swim a bit out further and, in the deeper water, do a bit of
cuddling. Myka supports Marsha by her shoulders while the two dommes
each take a leg and lift her body up to the surface. Then, Lisa's free
hand goes to work on Marsha's breasts while Brandi puts her hand
between her sub's thighs. Slowly, Brandi strokes the insides of
Marsha's slippery smooth thighs, all the while inching closer to the
girl's soft center.
Myka shifts her feet underwater to better support Marsha while Brandi
finds the spot, then gets to work. Brandi grasps Marsha's clitty
between two fingertips and starts to gently stroke it. Marsha moans and
twists her body as the sensations begin to fill her brain. Her legs
jerk as she tries to close them tight on Brandi's hand, but the two
dommes have a firm grip on each one.
Lisa has one of Marsha's nipples between her fingers and she's gently
pinching it and rolling it. Marsha has the sensation of weightlessness,
from the sea water floating her body up, and from her being held in the
grip of the three other girls. She lifts up her hands to touch Myka's
face, Myka bends down, and the girl's lips lock together in a
passionate kiss.
Brandi slips two fingers into Marsha's vagina and, while still gently
jerking her clit, she strokes her sub's G spot. Marsha cums a powerful
cum that has her writhing and twisting, held tightly in the grip of the
other three girls.
Brandi and Lisa release the exhausted girl and Myka supports her until
she regains her senses.
Lisa: "Your turn, Myka."
Myka smiles and takes a step, but her ankle chain pulls up tight and
she falls over in the water. When her head comes up she spits out sea
water. Myka tries to move her foot, and she kicks at her chain, but
she's caught on something.
Myka: "My chain's stuck on something."
Brandi: "Let me see."
Brandi takes a breath and dips under the water. After a few moments she
comes up for air.
Brandi: "There's some kind of junk under the sand. The chain's wedged
between some steel and rocks. I'll try again."
She takes a deep breath and dives down again. Myka can feel Brandi's
hands on her legs and feet, and the tugging on her ankle chain. She
tries to lift her feet up but the chain is held fast. Brandi comes up
again. Her finger is bleeding.
Brandi: "Be careful where you step, Myka. There's some sharp metal junk
buried in the sand."
Lisa: "Can you get her free?"
Brandi: "I think so."
Both Lisa and Brandi dive under the water this time. Myka can feel the
girl's hands working on her ankle chain. Marsha stands next to her and
she places her hands on Myka's arm. The water level rises as a wave
rolls in and she feels her feet leave the sand as it passes them. Myka
realises that Marsha can't touch the bottom now. The two doms surface.
Myka's chain is still stuck.
Myka: Calmly. "The tide is coming in."
Lisa: She looks to Brandi. "I know. Get some of the others. Hurry, we
have to get her free."
Brandi swims closer to the beach where the others are gathered around
the fire. She calls to them.
Brandi: "Myka's chain is caught out there. We need some help!"
Sam and the Major get up and go to her. Mark and Eddie stand too, to
move into the water.
Major: To Brandi. "What's wrong?"
Brandi: "Myka's ankle chain is tangled in some junk under the sand. We
can't get her free."
Sam, Mark and the Major swim out to Myka and Lisa. They all dive down
and dig with their hands around the place she is standing. After a
while they surface again.
Major: To Myka. "The chain's caught in some steel cables under the
sand." He calls to Eddie and Edgar who are standing close to shore.
"Get the rope off the boat. Hurry."
Another wave rolls in. Myka's body rises with the water until her chain
pulls up tight. The wave breaks at her chin. The Major steadies her in
the water.
Major: To Myka again. "Don't worry, darling. We'll get you loose."
Eddie swims out with the boat rope and hands it to the Major. The
others have been digging out the sand around where Myka's chain is
caught. The Major dives down and then surfaces, holding the two ends of
the rope. He hands one to Sam, the other end to Mark.
Major: "Ok. Pull!"
The Major dives again. Myka can feel her chain being lifted a few
inches, but that's all. The Major comes up again and tells the other
two to stop.
Major: "One side's loose. I'll move the rope and then give a tug. You
two lift. Right?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, but dives again. Mark and Sam feel the
tug and they pull up on the rope for all they're worth. Myka feels the
Major's arm around her waist and she feels herself being lifted with
him as he surfaces. Her chain has come free.
The Major helps Myka back to shore with the others following. Close to
land he sweeps Myka off her feet and carries her across the beach and
near the fire, where he gently puts her down. The others gather around,
with Lisa at her side.
Lisa: "Are you Ok, Myka?"
Myka: "I think so."
Major: "Let's see."
The Major takes Myka's feet in his hands and he slides her cuffs up on
her legs. He feels around her ankles and feet where the cuffs had
pulled on her. Myka watches him as his stubby little fingers trace
around her ankles and her feet. Lisa is watching closely too, as is
Jane. Finally, the Major lets go of the girl's ankles.
Major: "I don't feel anything's broken. You should be fine, Myka."
Myka: "Thank you, Major."
Lisa: "Yeah, thanks, everyone."
Sam: "You subs better be careful in the water now. Don't go out alone
anymore."
It's agreed that in the interests of safety, the subs don't swim in the
ocean alone. The couples sit around the fire for a while and later on,
they begin to drift up the trail to the shelter.
[Night cam, inside the shelter.] Lisa and Brandi are cuddled in their
corner of the shelter with their submissives. Lisa is upset with what
happened earlier, with Myka getting trapped in the water.
Myka: "It's Ok, Lisa. Everything turned out all right. I never did get
to cum, though."
Marsha: "That's right. We owe you one."
Lisa: "Mmmmm. Yes, we do."
Three hands move towards Myka's pussy. She tries hard not to disturb
the others by making too much noise, but there's little doubt as to
what's going on in the ladies corner of the shelter. Peter sees the
Major's eyes open and his look of annoyance.
Major: "Damn queers. Should have let her drown," he murmurs.
[Go commercial.] / [Return.]
[Title: DAY SEVENTEEN.]
The sky is dull, overcast with thick clouds. A gentle drizzle falls.
Mark wakens first, opening his eyes and looking around the shelter. He
sees that the others still sleep, so he sits up quietly. Nadine stirs
beside him.
The night had been warm, morning too, and most of the people around him
are uncovered, unclothed. Mark glances at his pretty wife beside him,
at the swell of her hip, and the teasing valley of her waist. He places
a hand in that valley to softly stroke her silky skin. Nadine's eyes
flutter open and she smiles.
Nadine: "Mmmmm."
Mark: "I gotta go to the can."
Mark rises, steps over bodies to pause in the doorway. The air is warm
and steamy, the gentle rain, warm, and he decides not to bother getting
dressed. Mark steps down into the squishy mud around the shelter.
A waist high fog coming off the jungle foliage makes following the
trail somewhat treacherous, and Mark carefully makes his way to the
latrine. There, he stands and pisses into the ditch.
[Iso shot, Mark's head.] Mark: "This has simply been an amazing trip.
Truly, an experience of a lifetime. In the beginning it was all about
the money, but it's grown into much more than that for me. Nadine too.
I don't know if we'll make it past the split, but if not, we'll both
leave this island with some really great memories."
Mark pauses a moment to look around. Then, he turns and follows the
mist shrouded trail back to the shelter.
Mark sees that his submissive is up and sitting at the camp table,
cutting into a pineapple. Nadine lifts a piece to her lips, the juice
dripping, and she takes a bite. Mark sits down with her and she hands
him a piece. Somewhere, off in the jungle, a bird calls out.
Nadine: "We haven't picked up any points since you placed second in the
bug eating contest."
Mark: "Yeah, I know. We're at the bottom now, right?" Nadine nods.
"It's been a blast, though."
Nadine: "Yeah, it has."
Mark: "We could still make the cut, you know."
Nadine: "We could. But I'm starting to miss home. The garden is
probably full of weeds. And I miss our big soft bed."
Mark: He nods his head. "Yeah, me too."
The Major and Jane leave the shelter to head down the trail to the
beach for their morning workout. They pass right by Mark and Nadine,
but neither of them say anything. They just walk on by. Nadine's eyes
linger on Jane's bum, the cane slashes still vivid across it.
Nadine: "Would you ever whip me like that, master?"
Mark: "Now, Nadine. We've been through that before. You know that I
wouldn't feel right doing something like that to you. I just can't."
Nadine: "You did before. At the cottage that time."
Mark: "That was five years ago. I was drunk. And it isn't something I'm
proud of either."
Nadine: "It was nice, though."
Mark: "It wasn't nice for me, Nadine."
Nadine: "Yeah. I know."
Mark: "Go talk to Jane sometime. See how she likes getting whipped.
Jeeze, why would anyone want to go through something like that?"
Nadine: "I don't know why. I just would."
Mark: He takes Nadine's hand. "Yes. I know."
Peter and Sue step out of the shelter. Peter has Sue's wrap dress
wrapped around his waist. The front doesn't fall quite right, though.
It's tented out for some reason. They follow a trail away from the
shelter, off into the jungle. Colleen and John also go off, in a
different direction. Mark takes Nadine's hand and he leads her away
from the camp, to their own private little patch of jungle.
Sam and Edgar take the net and head for the water to catch the group
some breakfast. The rain finally quits, and morning sunshine drives off
the dampness that had enveloped the island. A fire is made, Colleen
starts the coffee and a pot of rice. Sam comes back with a couple of
nice fish that are then cooked over the fire.
The group gathers around camp for the morning meal. Max and Sierra
have retrieved the mail, a listing of the points total, and also a note
from Kent Brockman. Max reads the note to the group.
Max: "The challenge tomorrow, and the one the day after, will be for
points only. First, second and third, twenty, fifteen and ten. After
the second challenge you are all invited to the production camp for a
pig roast barbecue."
A cheer goes up from everyone in the group.
Max: Reading. "After the feast, those couples that have to leave the
island will be escorted off. Check the mail tomorrow for the day's
challenge announcement. See you then, and good luck. Kent."
Eddie: "Pig roast! Yeah! I'm sick of fish all the time."
Colleen: "Potato salad!"
Trish: "Oh yeah! Anything but rice."
And so the contestants spend mostly a relaxing day in preparation for
the upcoming challenges. A few subs scour the beach at low tide to
bring back armloads of clams, which Colleen and Eddie boil in a big pot
for lunch.
Dinner is a pot of beans, a few fish that Sam caught earlier on, and
some coconut and pineapple salad.
On the beach that evening, Nadine finds Jane alone, sitting on a log
after a long, hard swim.
Nadine: "Hi Jane. Mind if I sit with you for a while?"
Jane: "If you like."
Jane moves over on the log and Nadine sits down. The two girls, the
younger Jane and the nearly middle aged Nadine, watch the setting sun
highlight the clouds in reds and golds.
Nadine: "Jane, could I ask you something?"
Jane glances warily at Nadine. With Nadine being the oldest women on
the island, many of the submissives look up to her as something of a
Mother figure.
Jane: "Sure, Nadine."
Nadine: "It's not really any of my business, but I'm just asking
because I'm curious. That's all. I think everyone on the island has
noticed that the Major caned you pretty hard the other day. Does he do
it often?"
Jane glances around before she responds. A few others are down on the
beach, but they are far enough away that she feels she won't be
overheard.
Jane: "Yes. He beats me fairly regularly. Whenever the mood strikes
him. Though not so often while we've been on the island. Why do you
ask?"
Nadine: "A few years ago, Mark and I were at a friend's cottage, alone.
We were having this big argument and Mark had been drinking a lot that
day. Well I guess he'd had enough of me and he put me over the bed and
whipped me hard on the bum with his belt. It was a real eye opener for
me."
Jane: "Mark seems like such a gentle man. It's hard to believe he'd do
something like that."
Nadine: "Yeah, I know. I've asked him to do it again many times, but he
says he just doesn't feel right whipping me."
Jane: "Wait a minute. You've asked him to whip you?"
Nadine: "He'll sometimes spank me a bit, but never anything really
intense."
Jane: "You're saying, that time he beat you, you liked it?"
Nadine: "I was scared at first and it hurt like hell. He had me
handcuffed to the bed so I couldn't get away. And after a bit, when he
just kept on hitting me with his belt, it started to feel pretty good."
Jane: "But you two were just playing, right? He wasn't hitting hard
enough to leave any marks."
Nadine: "My ass was all bruised up for a week! And you know what else?
Right in the middle of it I came like I'd never cum before."
Jane: "Well I don't like getting beaten. I don't like it at all."
Nadine: "But. . . you don't?"
Jane: "No, Nadine. There's nothing pleasurable about it when the Major
whips me. Sometimes I think that he's going to kill me. And then I
think that maybe that wouldn't be so bad. At least the hurting will
stop."
Nadine: "Oh. I'm sorry, Jane. I just thought that you two did it
because you liked it."
Jane: "But how. . . ? Well, I guess there are people that could like
it, but I'm not one of those people. That's for sure."
Nadine: "But you stay with the Major. Why do you let him do it if you
hate it so?"
Jane: "What choice do I have?"
Nadine: "You don't have to stay with someone who's abusing you, Jane."
Jane: "I tried to leave him once. He nearly killed me. I really believe
that he WILL kill me if I ever tried it again." Jane looks up, past
Nadine. "He's coming. I'm not suppose to be talking to anyone."
The Major stops walking a few paces away from where Jane and Nadine
sit. Jane rises and goes to him. They exchange a few words and then
Jane goes off towards the shelter.
Later on the bonfire is lit, but the group doesn't linger on the beach
too much longer. Everyone turns in early to get a good night's rest.
[Title: DAY EIGHTEEN.]
[Sunrise, on the beach.] The Major and Jane are doing their morning
exercises. Peter and Sue join them, and a bit later on, Sam and Trish
do also.
Sam suggests a run, so he, Peter and the Major jog down the beach to
check the mail while the girls head back to camp to start breakfast.
At the mail tree, Peter reaches into the bamboo tube and pulls out a
slip of paper. He reads it, then smiles.
Sam: "What is it?"
Peter: He reads the challenge:
"Ten subs in the mud,
Get down and dirty.
Doms fill a bucket,
Quick now, hurry!"
Sam: "Something to do with the mud pool, it sounds like."
Peter: "Yup. Sure does."
The Major just smiles.
Back at camp, the challenge is read out to the rest of the group.
Judith: "Subs getting down and dirty. Well there's a change!"
Peter: "It has to be the mud pool in the jungle behind the mail tree."
Trish: "Us subs get full of mud and bring it to you. The doms fill a
bucket."
Sam: "Sounds about right."
The challenge is set for mid morning, so the group has some time to
relax after breakfast before following the trail to the volcanic mud
pool. There they find Kent and Miss Kate, standing on the high ground
above the pool.
Ten metal pails are lined up along the edge of the slope leading down
to the mud. A weigh scale is hanging from a tree nearby. Bubbles lazily
pop on the surface of the pool.
Kent: "Welcome, everyone. All of the subs haven't bothered with
clothing today, which is good. Clothes aren't allowed in this
challenge.
"As you correctly guessed this morning, the challenge involves the
submissives going down the slope and getting as much mud on them as
possible. Then, they climb up the slope, and the doms scrape off the
mud into their pails. The most amount of mud wins.
"You'll have four minutes, and the subs can make as many trips as they
can. You have to climb up the embankment to the top, where your dom
will be standing with his or her bucket. The doms have to scrape off
the mud, using only their hands, and put it into their bucket. Sounds
simple, right?"
Kent glances at Kate. Kate slips a bundle of plastic cable ties from
a back pocket of her black leather shorts. She fans out the white
strips of plastic in her hand and, smiling, she waves them at the subs.
Kent: "Unfortunately, you subs won't have the use of your hands to help
you today. Could you all step through your wrist chains and place your
hands behind your backs, please?"
With moans and groans the subs comply. Kate goes down the line and
fastens each sub's hands behind them with a cable tie through their
wrist cuffs. The loud zzzzzip of each tie closing seals their fate.
Kent: "Great! Now, everyone pick a spot and stand beside your bucket."
It's about six feet down the fairly gentle slope to the mud pool.
Someone in the crew did some shovel work to even out the challenge
area. Each couple picks a bucket and they stand in a semi circle around
the pool, gazing down at the sticky gray ooze below.
Kent: He has a stopwatch at the ready. "Challengers, ready? GO!"
A few of the subs begin to carefully make their way down the slope. But
most of them fly past the slow ones to dive feet first into the muck.
Gray water splashes up everywhere.
Sue has the right idea, having first hand experience with mud puddles.
She dips below the surface and churns up the thicker muck with her
hands and feet. Gathering up as much as she can in her hands and arms
behind her, she wades, bent over, out of the water and starts up the
slope.
Sue makes the top and stands over Peter's bucket. He scoops up the mud
she's holding and then begins to scrape mud off her body from head to
toe. Others too have made the top, and soon all the doms are busy
gathering the muck off their subs to fling it into their pails.
Jane is the first to start back down. Her feet go out from under her on
the now slippery slope and she lands painfully on her ass. But she
awkwardly gets up, shakes it off, and keeps going.
Most of the subs have now figured out that the good mud is on the
bottom, below the surface, and they dip down to gather it up. Judith
was at first loath to even touch the ooze, but now she's wallowing in
the shallows, getting totally covered with it.
With each trip the subs make, the slope gets slipperier and slipperier.
Without the use of their hands to help, by the third or fourth trip,
some of them can't make it to the top. John wriggles on his belly like
a snake to gain the last few inches to where Colleen is standing.
Rusty's feet fly out from under him as he's leaving the pool, and he
flops down in a spray of mud he was carrying.
Once the subs finally make the top again, they have to stand and endure
the hands of their doms all over them as the mud is gathered off their
bodies. Marsha giggles and squirms as Brandi's fingers, first scrape
mud off her slick breasts, then travel down her belly to the area
below. She spreads her legs a bit, and Brandi's fingers work the mud
from her pussy and between her ass cheeks. Marsha, close to orgasm by
her third trip, stands trembling as her domme gathers the mud clinging
to her legs.
Kent: "Twenty seconds, folks!"
Sierra's big tits and ass work to their advantage as more surface area
to collect mud from. Max's hands fly across her body scraping the mud
off her. He lifts one breast, than the other, holding them up by a
slippery nipple to get the mud from underneath. When she turns, her
foot catches their bucket almost knocking it over. Max quickly grabs it
before any mud spills out. He sends Sierra back down with a swat to her
ass.
Kent: "Fifteen seconds!"
Myka has hold of her muddy hair and she's using it as a sop to hold mud
against her arms. She stands over Lisa's pail and lets go while Lisa
directs the stream of muck into it. Lisa's hands travel down Myka's
hair to wring out the mud and then she scoops clumps out from between
Myka's ass and hands.
Kent: "Ten. Nine. Eight. . . ."
Those subs in the pool scramble out and dive up the slope. A few don't
reach the top before time runs out. Mark works to scrape every last
blob of mud off Nadine's body.
Kent: ". . . Two. One. That's IT!"
Everyone stops to catch their breath. Several subs are spitting out
mud. Kate produces a pair of wire cutters and begins snipping the ties
on the sub's cuffs. There's bottles of water nearby for the doms to
drink, and some let their subs wash some mud from their faces and eyes.
Kent steps over to the weigh scale.
Kent: "All right. One at a time doms, bring me your buckets."
Brandi and Marsha go first. Their pail weighs fourteen pounds six
ounces. Edgar and Judith, sixteen pounds one ounce. A gasp goes up as
Lisa and Myka's pail weighs in at twenty two pounds five ounces.
Eddie and Rusty's pail comes in at twenty one, eight. And Sam and Trish
draw an even twenty one pounds. Of the rest, no one beats twenty one.
Kent: "Ok. In first are Lisa and Myka for twenty points. Second, for
fifteen points, it's the couple of Eddie and Rusty. And third, for ten,
Sam and Trish.
"Thanks, everyone. Check your mail in the morning for the final
challenge before the split. I'll see you all tomorrow afternoon, and
remember, after the challenge is the pig roast. We're bringing in a
chef from the mainland and it promises to be a wonderful feast."
A few subs get washed down a bit more with the water bottles, then,
twenty very muddy people take the trail back to camp and down to the
beach. There, everyone goes in for a swim.
After the wash, the winners of the challenge gather in the shallows.
Myka gets congratulated for pulling down first place.
Lisa: "Look at the Major."
The Major and Jane sit on shore looking glum. Jane has just gotten
chewed out by him.
Lisa: "Myka and I are ahead of him again."
Myka: "By only one point."
Lisa: "Yeah, but it's killing him that two gay girls are beating him."
Trish: "I just hope he doesn't take it out on poor Jane again."
Sam: "Rusty, how did you manage to come in third today? I would have
thought Nadine, or big Sierra would have had a better chance."
Eddie: "He got in an extra trip down and back. He's got strong toes and
was able to dig into the slope without slipping too much."
Rusty: "I fell once near the end. Having our hands trapped behind us
sure didn't make it any easier."
Myka: "Yeah, that was a surprise."
Trish: "Fun though!"
Rusty: "Yeah, it was."
Edgar and Judith return with the boat from a fishing trip and Edgar
holds up a big fish that Judith hooked. The Major gets up and hands him
the knife and the two doms lay the fish out on a board to clean it.
Up at camp, Mark gets the fire blazing and then finds the grill. The
fish is roasted over the open fire while Colleen cooks a pot of rice.
Fruit is cut up and passed around, and the group sits around the camp
for the evening meal.
After another group wash in the ocean to get the last traces of mud off
everyone, the bonfire on the beach is stoked up. Everyone gathers
around. For five of the couples, this will be their last group bonfire.
Later on, after sunset, and the small talk begins to get boring,
Colleen decides to liven things up again.
Colleen: "All right. Time for some more sex stories. Who's up?"
There's a few groans and some rolling of eyes amongst the group.
Sometimes, embarrassing details have been revealed by a few people
during these little sex chats.
Marsha looks towards Brandi. Brandi catches her sub's look and smiles.
Brandi: "I think that Marsha has something to tell."
Marsha: She looks to Brandi. "My sister's visit? Three years ago?"
Brandi: "Four. Go on, tell it, Kitten."
Marsha: "Ok. My sister, Mindy, went to England to study fine arts. She
got a job at a museum in France and they sent her on a trip to Boston
for a few weeks. Well she took some time off after, so we could get
together.
"Brandi was tied up with exams then, so I packed some camping gear and
took the train down to see her. Mindy rented a car and we drove to New
Hampshire. This was mid May and, though it was still cool, we had some
pretty great weather. We went to one of the parks in the White Mountain
area.
"Being so early in the season we had the whole campground to ourselves.
Well I'd packed a few toys, and I knew Mindy had some. She's the one
who introduced me to bondage, back when we were kids.
So we travelled around the area the first few days, drove up the
mountain. It was a glorious day and you could see for miles and miles.
Back at camp that night, we got to talking. Mindy's not gay like me.
She has a boyfriend back in France.
"I talked about Brandi and the things we like to do. "You still like
getting tied up?" she asks me. "Sure, you?" "Yup." Mindy goes into the
tent and brings out her pair of handcuffs. I go in my bag and get mine.
They're both the same, Smith and Wesson. Same keys.
"Now I said that Mindy isn't gay, but that night it was chilly, and we
were sisters after all. We got the two sleeping bags put together so we
could be warmer. In bed, Mindy put one set of cuffs on her wrist and to
mine, the other pair on our ankles. That night I demonstrated some of
the things that Brandi and I like do together. It was nice.
"We spent the night with our hands and feet cuffed together. It was
sweet, sleeping cuddled so close to Mindy. Like when we were kids,
except now we both knew what we were doing.
"So the next day, after breakfast, Mindy says, "Let's go for a walk."
We hadn't seen a soul in the campground since we came and it was great
having the whole forest to ourselves. The day was sunny and warm and we
both dressed accordingly. I noticed that Mindy had both pairs of cuffs
with her when we set out.
"We hiked up this trail until we came to a small lake. The water was
freezing so we just lay around on the rocks in the sunshine. It started
to get warmer, and there wasn't anyone around, so we both stripped
down. There was a fallen tree there on shore, and Mindy gets the idea
to handcuff me to it.
"So I let her pull my arms around a thick branch and lock the cuffs
around my wrists. We fool around a bit and then I see her take the key
and place it on a rock a little ways away. Then Mindy clicks the other
pair of cuffs on one of her wrists. I see that she's going to lock
herself to the tree too. "Mindy!" I shout, "What are you doing?"
"Mindy shows me that she can reach the key with her foot from where she
is. Before I can say anything else she puts her arm around another
branch of the tree and snaps the cuff on her other hand.
"So there we were. Both of us naked with our hands cuffed together
around branches of a fallen tree. I could see that Mindy was getting
quite hot, as was I. We cuddled and kissed and more, with our hands
locked in cuffs, our arms around branches of that tree. Mindy got her
head between my legs and she did to me what I'd done to her the night
before. I held on tight to the branch I was locked to and I came so
hard that I almost blacked out.
"After she'd done me, we shifted around so I could get my hands up to
her pussy. I rubbed her, slow and teasingly at first, but we were both
so hot that it didn't take long at all for her to cum like crazy.
"It was great, but my wrists were starting to hurt, so I asked Mindy to
let me go. She shifted around to stretch out her foot and get the
handcuff key. I saw her push it off the rock with her toe and it fell
down onto the flat rock we'd been laying on. Then Mindy began inching
the key closer to us.
"I guess that she thought she could pick it up with her toes, but the
key was too small for that. So she pushed it with her toe towards her,
sliding it along the rock. There was a crack in the rock and she tried
to flip the key over it but, as I watched, the handcuff key balanced on
the edge of the crack, then slipped down out of sight. I even heard the
little clink as it hit the bottom.
""Mindy!" I yelled, but to no avail. She turned to me with a sheepish
look on her face. She tried to push her toes into the crack but I could
tell that she couldn't feel the key anymore. "Uh oh," was all she said.
"We both looked at one another for a while. Here we were, two naked
girls, handcuffed to a big tree in the middle of nowhere with no one
around. "Now what?" I asked. Mindy began to pull on the tree branch she
was locked to. "Hand me that rock," she said.
"There was a sharp edged rock on the ground below me. I reached around
my branch and picked it up. I handed it across to her. The branch that
Mindy's arms were around was thinner than mine, and it was broken a bit
already. Mindy started chopping at the wood with the stone.
"It seemed to take forever but it was probably only an hour. I couldn't
help her because I couldn't reach the branch she was locked to.
Finally, Mindy had hacked away enough of the branch that she could bend
it. She got the end up off the ground and then she brought her arms
down and around the end of it.
"Mindy went to the crack where the key fell down but she couldn't see
it. She pushed a thin stick down and it went in about two feet. "The
key is gone," she said. "I can't see anything in there." "Great," I
said.
"Mindy still had her hands cuffed together, and I was still stuck with
my arms locked around the tree branch. We agreed that she should go
back to camp and get the other key. I'd have to wait. Mindy had worn a
sun dress that morning and with her hands in cuffs she couldn't put it
on. She gave me my skirt and halter top and helped me get dressed.
Then she started out back to camp, holding the top of her dress on her.
"Once Mindy was gone I started to feel really alone out there. I moved
my hands up and down the branch I was locked to and I let the handcuffs
scrape along the wood. The wood felt hard, solid. I pulled against the
cuffs holding my hands together but there was just no way I'd ever be
able to free myself. I was stuck, and alone. You subs know what that's
like, right?"
There's a few murmurs from the others.
Trish: "How long did you have to wait?"
Marsha: "It didn't seem like long. Maybe a couple hours. First, I
started to get upset and then panicky. Every little sound sounded like
someone coming. Or some wild animal or something. But after a while I
just sat there. And then it started to feel kind of nice being stuck
there. I knew that Mindy would come back to rescue me so I started
fantasizing about stuff. You know? Like I was the captive slave girl,
and the Amazon warrior women would soon return to take me.
"I was right in the middle of a massive cum when I opened my eyes to
see Mindy standing there, staring at me. She had her cuffs off and she
was wearing her dress again. She holds up a handcuff key and she says,
"You look like you're having so much fun, maybe you'd rather not be let
go." And for a while there, I wasn't so sure that I did want to be let
go."
Sue: "When you look back, the hottest times are those that go wrong
somehow. If things work out all right in the end, you think back and
say, "Wow! That was fantastic!"
Nadine: "Yeah, I've had that happen."
Colleen: "Care to tell us about it, Nadine?"
Nadine: "I. . . uh." Nadine looks at Mark. He's grinning and he nods,
so she goes on. "Sure. Why not."
Nadine: "We have friends that have a cottage. When they're not using it
they let us stay there. Me being a teacher, I have most of the summer
off so it works out pretty good. I'll stay up there for a few weeks and
Mark will drive up on weekends.
"We have a canoe that we leave up there. Now, I like bondage too. Maybe
more than Mark does. And sometimes when I'm at the cottage alone, and
there's nobody else around, well. I enjoy my time up there.
"Mark left Monday morning early to drive back to the city for work. So
I got the idea to chain myself up for as long as I could stand it. I
took the keys to my locks and I paddled across the lake to a little
island there. Then I stashed the keys under a rock and rowed back.
"I put a chain around my ankles and locked my feet close together. Then
I did the same with my hands, locking them closely together with a
chain. I had a long skirt that I could put on and a stretchy tube top,
so if someone came by or saw me, I'd be dressed at least.
"So I stayed chained up like that for two whole days. I could take tiny
little steps with the chains on my feet, so moving around wasn't a big
problem. Sort of. No one came around to bother me and I had fun. You
know what I mean.
"Wednesday morning, after a pretty intense night, I felt that I'd had
enough. So after breakfast I hobbled down to the dock and got in the
canoe. It was tough paddling with my hands chained so closely together,
but I managed. I got to the island and found my keys.
"It was such a nice day, and I was a bit sad to actually be ending my
time in bondage, so I thought I'd just take the keys back to the
cottage and then let myself go later on. I was about half ways across
the lake and it was starting to get really hard to paddle with my hands
still chained together. I thought, "Well, I'll just let my hands go.
Then it will be easier to paddle."
"So I got the keys out of the pocket of my skirt and I was trying to
fit the key into the lock at my wrists. This big, stupid fish leaps
right out of the water beside the boat and scares the shit out of me. I
jump, and my keys slip out of my fingers and they go right over the
side of the canoe!
"If I was a better swimmer I could have dived down to try and find
them, but with the chains on my hands and feet it wasn't very likely.
Besides, I knew the water was pretty deep there. So all I could do was
paddle back to the cottage.
"I thought, "Oh well. Mark will be here in a few days and he'll find a
way to get me free." By Friday I was getting nutty being chained up for
so long. The phone rings and it's Mark. "Sorry, honey," he says. He had
to work that weekend and couldn't get away. I was dumbstruck.
"I really didn't want to tell him what I'd done to myself. After he'd
hung up I sat down and thought, "I'm going to be stuck chained up for
another whole week!"
"On the weekend I had to lay low because there were people at the other
cottages around. I'd just sit inside or on the deck and hope that
nobody decided to drop in for a chat. I'd wait until late at night to
hobble down to the water for a swim and a wash.
"By Sunday night, most of the other cottagers had gone back to the
city. I went down to the dock at night and I could see lights on at a
few of the cottages around the lake, so I knew I wouldn't be alone that
week. My ankles were getting pretty sore from all the moving around I'd
been doing, so I just sat on the dock with my feet in the water and I
started to cry. I wondered how I'd ever be able to last another five
days chained up like I was.
"I was running out of food, but I couldn't just drive to town and go
grocery shopping. So I had to make what I had on hand last. Well it
wasn't really all that bad, and I did get to catch up on my reading
that week. And looking back now, it really was kind of a neat
experience.
"On Friday, Mark came. I was sitting on the deck and I watched him
drive up and stop. He walked over to me and gave me a big kiss. "Miss
me?" he asked. I had a towel covering my hands and I reached down and
lifted the hem of my long skirt. He saw the chains on my hands and
feet."
Mark: "It was all I could do not to laugh when she told me what
happened. I knew that she liked to do things like that when she's
alone, and I guess that time she got a bit more than she bargained for.
"Her wrists, and especially her ankles, were pretty badly scraped up
from the chains rubbing against them. But I think she was more
embarrassed than anything else."
Nadine: "I was. After nearly two weeks of being chained up I'd almost
gotten use to it. But I'd got myself good and stuck that time, and I
had no choice but to tell Mark what I'd done and let him help me get
free."
Mark: "I had to drive back to town and get a pair of bolt cutters from
the hardware store. When I got back, Nadine was in bed, waiting for me.
I think it was the best sex we ever had, that night. We did a quick
one, had supper, and then did it again. It was the next morning before
I snipped those chains off her."
Colleen: "Two weeks! Good One Nadine! Besides this contest, where we've
been in bondage for what, nineteen days now? Anyone ever been bound for
longer?"
Trish: "Eleven days for me."
Jane looks like she's going to say something. Several people notice
this, but when the Major sees it, a quick motion with his hand silences
his submissive. Nevertheless, Colleen prompts her.
Colleen: "Jane?"
Just then, two quick, sharp cracks ring out from somewhere deep in the
jungle. The sound rolls around the island and dies out.
Brandi: "What was that?"
Sam: "Sounded like gunshots!"
Peter: "Kent promised us a pig roast. I think somebody got one."
The Major: "It's getting late. We should rest up for the competition
tomorrow."
The Major stands with Jane and they leave the group to head to the
shelter.
Colleen: "Well. What do you make of that?"
Sue: "The Major doesn't want Jane to say too much."
Peter: "Some people place a value on their privacy. I think we should
be respecting that."
Sue: "Maybe. I still think that there's more to it than that with those
two." Sue catches Peter's glare. "Yes, O Master. Keep my concentration
on the game. I know."
Peter: "Right."
The party begins to break up with couples leaving the fire to prepare
for bed. On the way to the latrine, Peter meets the Major on the trail
coming back.
Peter: "Night, Major."
Major: "Good night, Peter."
[Go commercial.] / [Return.]
[Title: DAY NINETEEN.]
[Sunrise, on the beach.] The Major is alone with his sub, doing their
exercises.
Major: "I've had to warn you too many times about talking to these
other people. Just what did you have to say last night that would have
been so important?"
Jane: "I'm sorry, Sir. It was just when Colleen was asking who's been
bound for the longest time, I knew that I had them all beaten."
Major: "So?"
Jane: "I allowed my pride to cloud my judgement. It won't happen again,
Sir."
Major: "You see that it doesn't."
Jane: "Yes, Sir."
Sam and Eddie take a turn at catching some breakfast. They pull the
boat out into the water, climb in, and motor out into deeper water.
Later on, the camera finds the Major alone, sitting on a log.
[Iso shot of the Major.] Major: "So my little submissive was feeling
proud of her being bound for long periods of time. There could be hope
for her after all."
[Voice off camera:] "What was the longest for her?"
Major: He pauses a moment. "Well, she's been chained to a bed for three
months once. But the chain was long, so it wasn't really a limiting
form of bondage. Standing with her hands shackled to a wall, now that's
different. She endured that one for thirty eight days straight." He
smiles. "Yeah, that must have been tough."
Sam and Eddie return with three nice fish for breakfast. Mark joins the
group at camp holding the mail - the day's challenge. He sits at the
table and reads it out loud.
"By land, by sea.
Subs and Doms.
It's a relay race!
"Note to all contestants: Pack your bags. I'll be around to collect
them. After the race, and after the feast tonight, five of the couples
will have to leave the island. Kent."
Colleen: "A relay race."
Myka: "Handing something off. Subs and doms. We'd better get our
running shoes ready."
Sue: "By land and by sea. The doms have to swim?"
Rusty: "Or we do."
Judith: "Sure! With a rock tied around our necks."
Most of the subs get a chuckle out of that. Even though some of them
suspect that it might be true.
The group has a leisurely breakfast, then they mostly laze around camp,
or down on the beach until challenge time. Sue and Trish are there
taking some sun, while their doms get in some swimming in the ocean.
Sue: To Trish. "What should I wear to the banquet tonight?"
Trish: "Decisions, decisions. How about that gauzy see through number
you have. Oh! You're wearing it now!"
Sue: "Yes but I've worn it several times before. What are you going
in?"
Trish: "I thought I'd wear nothing for a change. I hope that no one
else shows up wearing the same thing."
Sue: "That would be simply dreadful! What about shoes?"
Trish: "I thought maybe these?"
Trish holds up one bare foot.
Sue: "Perfect! They compliment your outfit so well!"
Myka sits down with Sue and Trish on the beach.
Trish: "So, Myka. What are you wearing to the banquet tonight?"
Myka: "Huh?"
A motor boat comes into shore driven by Kent. He gets out, and a few of
the others help him gather up everybody's bag of personal belongings.
Seeing these preparations being made drives home the point to everyone
that, at the end of the day, five of the couples will be leaving the
island.
[Cut to: Peter and Sam, out in the water.] They are standing waist deep
in the calm sea.
Sam: "First place is twenty points today. Is anyone out already?"
Peter: "Mark is on the bottom, but first, or even second could put them
right back in. I'm up by ten over you. You could get bumped if someone
comes up from behind."
Sam: "I'm in forth, right?"
Peter: "Tied with Brandi for the last two spots."
Sam: "Yeah. I wonder what will happen if there is a tie?"
Peter: "I'm sure Kent will come up with something nasty."
Sam: He laughs. "Most likely."
At around mid afternoon the group begins to make their way up the beach
to the challenge site. The site is the sand bar, now covered by water
since the tide is in. A small boat is anchored about a hundred yards
out to sea, and Brent Hastings can be seen sitting out there. He waves
to the group as they gather around Kent.
There's a gentle breeze from the north, from the direction of the
production camp. Noses pick up and stomachs rumble as every so often,
the smells of delicious food cooking wafts along the beach. Kent
notices the hungered looks amongst the group and comments.
Kent: "Yes, folks. Supper is being prepared as we speak. One of the
pigs was shot last night and is now slowly roasting over a hickory
fire. When I left, it looked almost done."
Colleen: "Will there be fresh bread?"
Marsha: "And roasted potatoes?"
Kent: "Baby carrots too. We promised a feast and that's what we'll
have. Tonight will be a free evening for you all. There won't be any
surprises like last time. For tonight, you won't be judged on the way
you act. You're free to act and do whatever you like during the party."
Kent adds, with a grin, "Within reason."
"But first, we have some business to attend to here.
"As you are all aware, this is the last challenge before the split.
After the dinner tonight, five couples will be leaving the island and
heading home. It's rather surprising that the points totals are so
close, after all we've been through this past nineteen days, but it
should make this challenge all the more interesting. It's still
anyone's game to win.
"What we have is a relay race. The pole in the ground near the trees
there," Kent points, "is the start and finish point. Each of the
submissives will place one of these chains around their necks."
Kent holds up a looped dog choke chain that has a tag dangling from it.
The name on the tag is Colleen's.
"You'll line up beside the post with your chains around your necks.
When I give the start, you'll run down the beach to the water's edge
where your dominant will be standing. Each dom will lift the chain off
over your head and place it on over his or her head. Then the doms will
swim out to the boat that Brent is sitting in. Each dom will place
one hand flat on the side of the boat, then start back.
"At the water's edge, each dom will take off the chain and place it
over their sub's neck again. Then the subs will sprint back to the
pole. You'll lift the chain off and drop it over the pole. The first
three chains around the pole win the points.
"The first chain around the pole wins twenty points. The second picks
up fifteen and third place gets ten. Is everybody clear on these
instructions?"
Max: "If there's a tie for the fifth spot today, what will happen?"
Kent: "If there's a tie after the points are totalled up, we'll run
this same race again with those couples who are tied for the last
spot."
Kent hands Colleen the chain with her name on the tag. He reaches into
a cloth bag he's holding and pulls out a few more of the chrome plated
dog chains. Each has a tag, and Kent looks at it, then hands the chain
to the dominant who's name is on the tag.
Kent: "The chains should all be long enough, but could each dominant
try it on first to make sure. Then you can place it on your sub."
The doms try the chains on. Then they each place them around their
sub's necks.
Kent: "Ok. Subs, line up beside the pole. Doms at the shore with your
feet in the water. Everyone space yourselves out a bit. Give yourselves
some room."
Kent walks up the beach near the starting position. It's about a forty
foot sprint for the subs to reach their doms at the water's edge.
Kent looks down the line of subs. He looks at the doms. Everyone is
ready.
Kent: "Challengers, ready? GO!"
Ten submissives take off running down the beach as fast as their ankle
chains will allow. Chains at feet, hands, and around necks, jingle and
flash in the afternoon sunlight. Sue is the first to reach her dom,
Peter. With all of the sub's ankle hobbles the same length, Sue's short
legs don't put her at a disadvantage over the others.
Peter reaches out and yanks the chain off over Sue's head. He drops it
down over his head, then turns and splashes out into the water. He's
followed by Mark and Edgar. Max gets the chain tangled in Sierra's
hair, but he pulls, Sierra lets out a yelp, and he has it in his hands
along with several strands of her hair. Max hooks the chain over his
head and runs into the water.
Ten dominants paddle furiously out to sea, heading for the boat where
Brent sits. Peter is still in the lead, the Major is gaining. Eddie is
trailing the pack.
In the boat, Brent watches closely. Peter's hand slaps the side and he
starts back. Next is the Major, then Sam, Edgar, and Mark. After each
Dominant's hand touches the boat, they turn to swim back to the beach.
The subs are standing in a line at the water's edge and they are
calling out encouragement to their doms. Peter continues to lead and,
as he reaches the shallow water, he stands and kicks up a spray as he
runs to Sue. Sam tries to stand too fast, before he's in the shallow
water. The Major pulls ahead of him, swimming with strong strokes. Then
he stands and runs to Jane.
Sue starts back with Peter's chain around her neck. Edgar is coughing
up water but he makes a brave push to get his chain on Judith's neck.
Jane is three paces behind Sue, and she's followed up the beach by
Judith.
At the pole, Sue lifts the chain off over her head and drops it over
the pole. It thumps down on the sand. She steps aside as Jane tears the
chain off her head and drops it onto the pole. Her chain clinks against
Peter and Sue's. Judith's wrist chain hooks under her chin and she
struggles in her bondage to get her neck chain off. Over the post it
goes and it falls down upon the other two. Kent puts up his hand
calling a halt to the competition.
Kent: "We have our winners!"
Kent has a clipboard with the points standings. He adds up the new
scores. But most of the challengers already know the results. Peter and
Sue run, meeting in the middle of the beach for a passionate hug. Sam
and Trish join them. Lisa and Myka hold hands and they kiss. The Major
stands next to Jane.
Kent: "All right. The following five couples will be continuing on in
the game. Peter and Sue. You are tied for first place with the Major
and Jane.
"Lisa and Myka. You hold the third spot. Sam and Trish, Brandi and
Marsha, you both are tied in points, and take the final two spots.
Congratulations to the winners.
"To the rest of you, I'm sorry, but you will be leaving the island
after dinner tonight. You will be taken to a nearby resort though, so
you'll get a nice comfortable bed to sleep in for a few days. And
plenty of good food too."
An engine is heard and the big transport boat that brought the couples
to the island rounds a point of land, to circle around the sand bar.
Kent: "And speaking of food, our limousine has arrived."
The boat comes about and then powers into the shore. The front ramp
drops, and everyone moves down the beach to board the craft. The boat
gets going again to take everyone to the production camp and the pig
roast.
Even though for five of the couples this will be their last day on the
island, the mood in the boat is upbeat. With the thoughts of a good
meal, and the aromas of the food cooking getting stronger, everyone is
looking forward to just kicking back and having some fun.
The boat reaches the camp and pulls alongside the dock. When the engine
is killed, the sound of music is heard. The contestants climb out onto
the dock and follow the path into the production camp.
Sam, Eddie and Mark, who've seen the camp before when they swiped the
motor boat, notice that the central tent has been expanded. The sides
are open and there's tables and chairs set up both inside and out. At a
big fire pit to one side, the pig turns slowly on a spit over the
coals.
[Camera pans around the scene.] As the group move into the camp they
begin to notice things. The tables and chairs are mostly made from
crude wood planks. The tent is draped with brush and vines and the
whole area has a somewhat medieval air about it. While all of the subs
are naked, they note that they are not the only ones unclothed. Several
men and women move about the area and they are also nude.
At a big cookstove in the rear of the tent stands a large hairy man
dressed in fur shorts. A few other men bustle about him carrying big
bowls of food. They also are dressed in fur or leather. Kent stands
amongst the contestants, smiling.
Kent: "We wanted to have a theme for this party, and what better one
than a authentic Gorean feast. So, survivers. Enjoy."
Off to one side of the tent, a band strikes up a tune. Wood winds and
string instruments dominate the gentle, sweet sounds that fill the
area. Three nude women approach the group carrying trays of food and
drink. They move amongst the contestants and each of them help
themselves to a mug of drink and something to eat.
The contestants break up into smaller groups and take seats at the
tables scattered around. Two big men leave the kitchen area to move
towards the fire pit and the main course. A naked man is turning the
handle to the spit that the pig is on. One of the cooks places his foot
on the man's shoulder and pushes. The man makes an exaggerated display
of falling over away from the fire. The two cooks lift the spit off the
fire and carry the cooked pig into the kitchen. The slave who they
pretended to kick gets up, dusts himself off, and then joins the others
in the kitchen.
Members of the production crew begin to drift into the area. Some have
dressed, or undressed, in costumes fit for the occasion. Jugs of drink
are placed on the tables by naked serving wenches. The drink is a heady
brew, similar to an old English mead type drink. Slightly sweet, but
with a kick that soon begins to work it's magic on everyone.
Boisterous shouts and laughter begin to compete with the music from the
band.
Plates filled with food are distributed amongst the tables and everyone
gets down to some serious eating. Sam takes a big piece of roast pig
from a tray piled high. He brings it to his mouth and takes a big bite.
Sam then holds the piece of meat to Trish, she tears off a piece, and
she puts it into her mouth. Trish grins widely, juice glistening on her
chin.
As the festivities slip into high gear, the entertainment is brought
out. A hush descends when a stunningly beautiful woman, nude, is led
out from a trailer by four well muscled men. The woman has four ropes
tied to wrists and ankles. The end of each rope is held by one of the
men. They take up a position in a clear area in front of the tables.
The woman stands in the center with the men sitting on the ground
around her, the ropes each held loosely in one hand. A lone flute
strikes a note. The dance begins.
The dance is the rope dance as portrayed in Norman's book that the
group read earlier. As the tempo of the music picks up, the girl
preforms the dance with a grace and a sensuality that captures
everyone's immediate attention. The girl writhes and twists, the ropes
tangle about her body and her limbs, to pull up taught. Then, with a
few smooth movements she's free once more with the ropes stretched
loosely out to the hands of the men holding her.
From time to time, one of the men will pull up the slack on the rope
connected to the girl's wrist or ankle. Her hand will stray to a
breast, or between her legs, and she will be allowed the briefest
caress of those sensitive spots before the rope pulls up tight and
draws her hand away. The girl will glare at the man holding her rope.
She'll pull back, and twist and shake herself, but will not be
permitted to touch herself. Then, she is given the slack she desires
and the dance continues. The men around her laugh and cheer her on.
When the dance is finished, the group earns a hearty cheer from
everyone.
The festivities continue long into the night. At some point, Brent
Hastings sets up a small table off to one side. Miss Kate brings him a
battery powered drill and a strip of metal. Then, one by one, Those
submissives that will be leaving the island are asked to go over and
sit at Brent's table.
Miss Kate slides the steel strip under one of Judith's wrist cuffs.
Brent carefully drills out the rivets that hold the cuff closed. When
the two on one side have been removed, the leather cuff separates from
the metal plate the chain is attached to. Kate holds the strip of steel
that prevented the drill from going into Judith's skin and she opens
the cuff. The operation is preformed three more times, and Judith is
freed from her bondage. Her cuffs and chains are handed to Edgar as a
memento of their island experience.
After the last of the departing subs has had their cuffs taken off,
they stand and stare at one another. For the first time in twenty days
they can spread their hands and feet far apart. All five of them still
wear reminders of their time in bondage, though. While their skin has
darkened from the sun, four bands of lighter skin mark where the cuffs
had been.
It's well past midnight when twenty very drunk people, with bellies
stuffed with food, gather on the production camp dock to say their
final goodbyes. There's hugs and kisses all around, and more than a few
tears are shed from both those who are sad to be leaving, and those
that are sad to see close friends have to go.
Then, the ones that are to stay on the island take up their bags and
backpacks, then board the rusty troop carrier for the ride back to
camp. The five couples that have to leave the island climb aboard a
sleek, thirty eight foot yacht, for the ride to a resort on one of the
larger islands.
[Show the two boats pulling away, going off in different directions.]
[Roll credits.] [Split screen with credits, show points totals.]
Peter and Sue 140
The Major and Jane 140
Lisa and Myka 126
Sam and Trish 110
Brandi and Marsha 110
Eddie and Rusty 104
Edgar and Judith 103
Colleen and John 97
Max and Sierra 94
Mark and Nadine 93
[END Episode 6.]
"Next time on Surviver:"
"It's a whole new game as five of our couples continue on in the
competitions. The points start at zero again and in just twenty more
days, island time, one of the couples will be leaving this island with
our grand prize of One Million Dollars."
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