Surviver

Episode 10

 Episode  10.       SURVIVER          (C) dino 2001

[Start.]

[Voiceover and show scenes of island.] "We're down to five Dominant -
Submissive couples now. Stranded on this tiny South Seas island, left
here to survive. Every three days the couples will have to compete
against each other in two challenge competitions, for rewards, and for
points.

Only four more episodes of Surviver to go. Then, the couple with the
highest number of points will be walking off this island with our grand
prize of One Million Dollars.

"Last time on Surviver:" [Run clips as the host, Kent, speaks.]

"Lisa and Brandi had to be disciplined for plotting to collaborate in
the challenges and split the prize money." [Show Lisa and Brandi
hobbling around the camp in handcuffs and leg shackles.] "It's lucky
that we caught onto their scheme before it affected the outcome of any
of the challenges, or we might have had to banish them and their
submissives from the game.

"Our first challenge was for the subs to hang upside down until they
dropped one of the rubber balls that they had to hold." [Show Trish
falling at the start, Myka batting the spider off her leg. Show Sue
hanging motionless, Jane losing hold of her ball.] "A cramp in her hand
forced Jane to drop out, and it was lucky for Sue that it did. Sue had
quietly slipped into unconsciousness during the challenge without
anyone noticing." [Show clip of Sue coming around.] Sue: "Wha. . .
what?"

"A grocery delivery that evening managed to raise the group's spirits,
and the next day we had a rodeo type challenge where the doms had to
lasso the subs and hogtie them. The Major and Jane won big, with forty
nine points in the challenge." [Show Major tying Myka's hands and feet.
Jane, eluding Peter's throw.]

"Stay with us now for this very special episode of Surviver."

[Run Opening Title Sequence.]  [Episode Intro Sequence: 65 seconds.]


[End episode intro.]


[Title: DAY TWENTY EIGHT.]

[Evening, after the calf roping challenge]

Lisa and Brandi sit on logs around the fire pit on the beach. Their
subs, Myka and Marsha, are rubbing ointment and wrapping bandages
around their domme's ankles where the steel leg shackles have rubbed
their skin raw in a few places. They both also have red marks around
their wrists from the handcuffs.

Lisa: "Well at least it's over with now. Me and Myka are in third
place."

Brandi: "We're one point over Sam and Trish, I think. Owch! Take it
easy, Marsha.

Marsha: "Sorry, Mistress."

Brandi: "I still think it's lucky that we didn't get kicked off the
island."

Lisa: "We'll just have to kick some butt in the challenges to make up
for it. Right, Myka?"

Myka glances at Marsha.

Myka: "Yes, mistress."

Lisa stands up and does a little dance around the group, reveling in
being free of the metal handcuffs and shackles she'd had to wear for
the past three days.

Lisa: "Come on, Brandi. Let's go for a walk."

Brandi gets up, and they each take hold of one of their sub's hands.
The four girls head North, walking along the shore line. Lisa's
happiness begins to infect Brandi, and soon she is smiling again. Their
punishment time, with everyone looking sideways at them, is over and
it's time to get back into the game. It's time too to get back to
enjoying life on the island.

Brandi pulls Marsha close in a hug and she walks with her arm around
the waist of her sweet submissive. Whether they win or loose in this
game, she knows that the girl beside her will always be there for her.

Something in the water catches Myka's eye and she steps into the surf
to see what it is. Myka bends down and she picks up a oddly shaped
shell. There's another one just like it a little ways off and she takes
that one too. She brings the shells back to the girls.

[Camera closeup of the shells in Myka's hands.] The shells are long and
narrow. The closed ends are blunt and rounded. The shells are tube
shaped and taper only slightly, growing wider towards the open ends.
The outsides are shaped in a spiral as the tiny creature inside added
layer upon layer to create a home for itself. They are smooth, with
tiny raised bumps on the outside. The insides are shiny, reflecting
back a myriad of colours. And empty of any slimy life forms.

One shell is about six inches long. The other, a bit smaller, and Myka
hands that one to Marsha. Lisa takes a stick and pokes it inside, then
washes some sand from within. She hands the shell back to Myka after
she's done looking at it. The four girls continue their walk.

They come to a rocky outcropping which reaches several yards out to
sea. The four girls climb up onto the smooth rock and see a low area in
the center that's covered in grass of some sort. Brandi walks out onto
the grassy part. She sits down.

The others join her on the soft patch of grass and they all watch the
shadows creep slowly along the rock as the sun sets. Marsha snuggles
closer to her domme, Brandi.

Brandi: "God I love it out here. Such a peaceful quiet. It's hard to
imagine anyplace nicer."

Lisa: "I know. We've had a lot of ups and downs in this game. But
throughout it all, you just have to take the time to look around you.
Then you realize how lovely it is here."

Myka is laying on her back on the soft grass. She has her shell in her
hand and she's lightly rolling it back and forth across her breasts.
Lisa slips her finger inside the shell and withdraws it from Myka's
hand. She lets it slide across one of Myka's nipples and watches as she
draws in a sharp breath. Lisa feels the surface of the shell with her
thumb.

Myka raises her hands up over her head. She brings up one knee to
gently rub her leg against Lisa's side. Lisa slides the bumpy shell
across Myka's breasts and nipples. Myka lets out a breath and smiles.

Marsha sees what Lisa is doing and she brings her shell to Brandi's
stomach. Marsha lets the shell roll across her domme's tummy a few
times. The little knobby bumps on it tickle her.

Marsha takes the open end of the shell between her thumb and
forefinger. With the finger inside she feels the silken smoothness of
the colourful interior. She lets the shell slide down Brandi's tummy
to her downy patch of hair. The bumps on the outside comb out the curls
of the hair as it passes.

Brandi: "Marsha! What are you doing?"

Even as she says this, Brandi's thighs part.

Marsha: "It's Ok, Mistress."

Marsha bends down and plants a tiny kiss amongst those curly hairs. She
lets her tongue flick out, right on that special little place. It's
Brandi's turn now to draw in a sharp breath. Marsha brings the shell
down to take the place of her tongue.

The shell in Lisa's hand leaves Myka's breasts to travel down her
chest. The little bumps on it draw light lines on her skin which
quickly fade away. Lisa brings the shell down to where Myka's thighs
meet. Myka opens her legs a little.

Myka: "Lisa? Are you. . . ?"

Lisa: "Maybe. Would you like me to?"

Myka: "If it pleases Mistress."

That is the standard answer and a smile comes to Lisa's lips. Myka lets
her thighs part a little more. Lisa lets the tip of the shell slide
down between them. A little extra pressure has Myka moving her bum
around on the grass. She raises both knees and spreads them apart.
Lisa strokes the end of the shell through Myka's pink slit.

Lisa and Marsha glance at each other. They both begin to slowly work
the long narrow shells into the vaginas of their partners. Lisa pushes
the end past Myka's labia a bit, then she withdraws it. The end
glistens with wetness. She lets it slip back in a ways, rotating the
shell so that it seats inside better.

Myka feels the little bumps on the outside doing wonderful things to
her down there. It's like a dozen tiny fingers poking and prodding her
insides. As Lisa slowly lets the shell slide out, Myka's bum lifts off
the grass. She's reluctant to lose the feel of it inside her.

Myka: "It feels nice, mistress. Would you like me to try it on you?"

Lisa: "Just lay back, darling. This is your time now."

Myka: "Mmmmm."

Myka relaxes herself as Lisa slowly works another inch of the long
shell inside her. Lisa twists it a little bit, and the tiny knobby
bumps on the shell's surface skitter around against the nerve endings
inside Myka's pussy. Lisa pushes a bit more, and another half inch of
shell disappears up inside Myka. One of the bigger bumps gently scrapes
across the spot, the place inside her that's under her clit. This
causes Myka to draw in a sharp breath.

Lisa knows that the shell isn't hurting Myka in any way.

Marsha has her shell completely inside Brandi's vagina. There's just
the rim of it visible now at her pussy. Marsha slides a finger inside
the shell, inside of her mistress.

Marsha: "Mistress! You have to feel this."

Brandi reaches down and feels the edge of the shell. Her labia are
beginning to curl over the rim. Brandi lets her finger slide down
inside the smooth inside of the shell. Where soft wet flesh use to be,
there's now a hard smooth tube leading up inside of her.

Brandi: "It feels so weird. It's really neat.

Brandi's other finger touches against her clit. She rubs the inside of
the shell and her clit at the same time. Brandi begins to breathe
harder.

Marsha: "Let me, Mistress."

Brandi's hands fall to her sides as Marsha takes over. As soon as
Marsha's fingertip touches her clit, a spasm runs through her vagina.
The shell gets drawn up inside of her and her labia fold over the rim.
Brandi squeezes herself closed down there, trapping the hard shell
inside of her.

Marsha puts her finger inside and feels the hard cavern of the shell
inside of her mistress. Brandi flexes her muscles down there against
the shell inside of her. She starts to make little sounds.

Lisa is still gripping the edge of the shell inside of Myka with her
thumb and forefinger. She has her face down there and she's tonguing
Myka's clit while rotating the shell inside her. Myka is set to
explode, which she does, a second later. Lisa holds on to Myka's hips
with her other arm so her tongue doesn't lose contact with her clit.
Myka bucks and moans, lost in the throws of a massive cum.

Marsha has Brandi's clit pressed between her fingertip and the hardness
of the shell inside of her. One of the bumps on the shell is pressing
back the other way. Brandi cums big time. Marsha's hand easily follows
the movements of Brandi's hips. She sends a shy smile Lisa's way as she
gives pleasure to her mistress.

After Myka and Brandi have calmed down and the shells have been pulled
from inside them, Myka takes the two sticky shells to the water to
rinse them off. Then the girls change places. This time it's Marsha and
Lisa laying on their backs while the shells are pressed up inside of
them.

When all four girls are done having a nice time, they lay on the sun
warmed rocks for a while and watch as night falls. A few bright stars
twinkle on overhead. Myka is looking at the shell in her hand.

Myka: "We should come back here some day and find a bunch of these. I
bet we could make a fortune selling them."

Marsha: "Surviver Island All Natural Dildos. We could be rich!"

The others are gathered around the bonfire on the beach when Lisa,
Brandi, and their subs join them. A big pot of tea is ready and a
package of biscuits is being passed around. Jane joins the group a bit
later on and she hands a pineapple that she's found to the Major. He
takes out his knife and cuts it up, handing pieces of the sweet fruit
to everyone.

The moon rises full and bright on the horizon. The light obscures all
but the brightest of stars. Nobody is talking much tonight. Most of the
couples just hold their partners closely and watch the fire burn.

Towards midnight, with the moon shining brightly over them high in the
sky, Sam and Trish stand up and say their good nights. They are
followed shortly after by the two dommes and their subs. Peter and the
Major are the last to leave; their subs already gone to bed. They each
pick a spot off to the side of the trail to take a piss. Peter meets up
with the Major at the steps to the shelter.

Peter: "Night, Major."

Major: "Good night, Peter."

[Go commercial.] / [Return.]

[Title: DAY TWENTY NINE.]

[Dawn, on the beach.] The Major and Jane greet the sunrise with their
feet apart and arms up in the air. They slowly bend at the waist to lay
their palms flat on the sand before them. They hold the position for
five seconds, then rise up to tippitoes and reach for the sky.

The camera pans around the two challengers as they do their morning
exercises.

Up at the camp, Marsha is slicing up a loaf of bread. Myka has the fire
going and there's a pot of coffee ready for anyone who wants some.
Trish adds water to a pot of oatmeal and puts it on the fire to cook.

The bread slices are skewered on sticks and toasted over the fire.
There's sliced pineapple and the cereal, along with toast and jam for
breakfast. Everyone sits around the table to eat.

Sam: "It's amazing how much you miss the little things out here. You
put bread in the toaster and push the button. A minute later toast pops
up. It feels like a year since I last had toast for breakfast."

Peter: "I know. What about a morning newspaper? There's a whole world
out past the beach and I don't have a clue what's going on now."

Lisa: "Have you missed it?"

Peter: "What?"

Lisa: "Newspapers. It's usually all bad news. Someone got killed,
another country's blowing itself up. Some new desease is going to wipe
us all out. Politicians are stealing your money. Who needs to read
about stuff like that?"

Sue: "That's true, you know. I used to get so sad hearing about
something bad happening somewhere. People shooting at each other,
people dying someplace. It's still happening, but out here at least we
don't have to know about it."

Marsha: "So you'd like to live in isolation in a place like this?"

Sue: "Hell no! I want to go home and turn on a tap and have a nice hot
shower."

Myka: "That would be a treat! Not having to wash in sea water and then
trying to brush the salt out of your hair."

Later on, after breakfast, Sam and Trish go check the mail. Sam walks
with his arm around Trish's waist as they make their way down the
beach. Sam walks slow so Trish doesn't have to hurry in her ankle
chains. Trish's chain jingles as she walks.

Sam: "So Trish, how are you enjoying this bondage experience?"

Trish looks down past the cuffs and chain on her wrists to the cuffs
and chain on her ankles. She's smiling.

Trish: "It's awesome, Sam. I've forgotten what it's like not to have
these chains on. Sometimes when I'm doing something and I find myself
holding the wrist chain so it doesn't get in the way, or I'm sitting
and I move both my feet at the same time, I think, "Oh yeah. I'm
chained up." This time on the island has simply been the greatest."

Sam: "Maybe after the contest is over you should keep the chains on."

Trish looks up at Sam and grins.

Trish: "Maybe I will."

Sam: "People in town might talk when you go shopping for groceries."

Trish: "Fuck 'em."

Sam: "That's my girl!"

They reach the mail tree and Sam reaches into the bamboo tube. There is
a note with the current points totals and also a note about the next
challenge. Sam reads it to Trish:

"Survivers: Meet up on your beach tomorrow morning, early. Breakfast,
and lunch, will be supplied.

"Your creative talents will be put to the test for the next challenge.
You will have all of tomorrow and the morning of the day after to make
something, and you'll each be supplied with tools and materials. You'll
be judged, and will earn points, on how well you do. Then there will be
a race, also for points.     Kent."

Sam and Trish bring the challenge announcement back to camp and
everyone gathers around.

Peter: "We have to make something, then there will be a race. I'll bet
we have to make a boat of some kind."

Sam: "A canoe of some sort maybe. With poles out the side for
stability."

Lisa: "That raft you guys tried to make before was a disaster."

Sam: "It says that we'll be supplied tools and materials. That should
help."

Brandi: "Maybe we get the boat ready made and we just have to paint
it."

Major: "Why do you all think it's a boat race?"

Sam: "Well, I don't know. I guess it could be anything."

Marsha: "Paper airplanes?"

Myka: "A coconut catapult?"

Major: "A submissive catapult."

Myka: "To shoot us and see how far away we land?"

Major: He arches an eyebrow at her. "We'll shoot you out to sea so you
land in the water and don't get hurt too badly."

Brandi: "You're kidding, right?"

Major: "I am. But Kent might not be."

Speculation over the challenge is put to rest for a while as the group
splits up to begin the day. Lisa, Brandi and their subs head for the
beach to work on their tans. Sam and Trish take the boat over to
Chicken Island to catch some dinner.

Most of the chickens on Moehi have brown feathers but some are white,
and some are white with gray speckles. Sam and Trish catch and kill
four, three brown ones and one white one. They gather up some eggs and
head back to camp.

Although it's gross and disgusting ripping the feathers off dead birds,
Sam, with some help from Myka, cleans the chickens and they prepare the
meat for the barbecue. Hector the pig gets the meat scraps, while the
feathers are added to a pile of them at one side of the camp.

Myka: "It won't be much longer and we could make a nice bed from these
feathers."

Sam: "After this contest, I don't want to see another bloody mess of
chicken parts for as long as I live."

Myka: "Well if you want to eat meat, something has to die. Could you
live on rice and beans all the time?"

Sam: "No, but I'd just as soon get my chicken from a cardboard barrel
with the Colonel's face smiling back at me."

Since the fresh bread was used up during breakfast, Trish wants to try
making some but there's no oven to bake it in. The Major suggests using
one of the big square empty tins that the rice was packed in. Using his
knife, and hitting the back of the blade with a piece of wood, he
manages to cut through the thin metal of the lid to make the opening
large enough.

He cuts the bottom off another of the cans to make a door for the oven.

Major: "Put the oven over the fire for a while to burn off the paint.
This should work out pretty good."

Trish mixes some yeast with water and then adds flour, a bit of sugar,
and some cooking oil. She adds a couple of eggs and then some more
flour. She asks Myka to chop up coconut into fine pieces which she also
adds to the dough. The Major sits and uses a small stone to put the
edge back on his knife. Myka watches as Trish kneads the bread dough on
the camp table.

Myka: "Is that all there is to making bread, Trish?"

Trish: "Yep. We let it puff up for about an hour, then squish the air
out of it and shape the loaves. Then leave it to rise again. Pop it in
the oven, and when it's nice and golden, it's done."

Trish covers the lump of dough with a sprinkle of flour and a slightly
damp piece of cloth. She checks the rice tin oven and sees that the
paint and coating has finished burning off it. Trish hooks the two
parts out of the fire with a stick.

Her and Myka carry the oven parts down to the beach to scrub the
insides with sand and water. Trish finds a thin slab of stone. She gets
Sam to bash the edges off the stone so that it fits nicely inside the
bottom of the oven. After all the parts are nice and clean, they bring
the oven back to camp to dry it beside the fire.

Major: "You'll have to keep it inside the shelter out of the rain, or
the metal will rust to pieces in no time."

Trish's bread dough has risen and is lifting the cloth off the table.
Trish squeezes out the air and shapes two round loaves of bread. She
dusts the tops with more flour, then covers them to rise again.

Sam joins the Major at the table and watches as he fashions hinges for
the oven door out of scraps of metal cans. The fire is built up and the
oven is set in place. More wood is banked around it.

Trish gently pokes a loaf with her fingertip. She and Myka watch as the
depression springs back. It's ready for baking. Myka uses a stick to
lift the oven door while Trish slides one loaf onto the hot stone
inside with a flat piece of wood. It's pushed to the back to make room
for the second loaf of bread.

Trish: "Now we pray."

Myka: "How long will it take to bake?"

Trish: "Who knows? You got an oven thermometer?"

Myka: "No."

Trish: "I guess if we smell it burning we'll know the oven's too hot."

Trish lifts the door and quickly puts her hand inside the oven.

Trish: "Feels about right. I guess."

Burning wood is moved around the outside of the oven. After a while the
smell of the wood becomes tinged with the delicious smell of bread
baking. Trish takes a peek inside, then closes the door again.

After a few minutes more, Trish hands a towel to Myka.

Trish: "Get ready to catch it."

Trish lifts up the oven door and slides two sticks in alongside one
loaf of bread. She carefully lifts out a golden round loaf and
transfers it to the towel in Myka's hands. The smell of the fresh bread
is intoxicating. Myka puts the hot bread onto the table and goes back
for the second one. Trish gets it out and onto the towel.

Trish goes to the table and lifts a hot loaf up on edge. She lets her
wrist chain steady the bread loaf on it's edge and she raps her
fingertips on the bottom. She lets Myka listen too.

Trish: "Hear that hollow sound? That means it's cooked through."

The Major uses a thick branch to lift the rice can oven off the fire.
He sets it down to one side to cool. The others in the group have heard
about the bread experiment and have begun to gather around.

After the bread has cooled for a few minutes, Trish takes one loaf and
pulls a piece off. She feels the inside. It has cooked through properly
and the bread is light and airy.

The one loaf of bread is pulled apart and everyone gets a piece.

Peter: "My God, Trish. This is great!"

Brandi: "What's that taste?"

Trish: "Coconut."

Brandi: "Wow. Great job, guys. Thanks!"

Sue: "Yeah. Thanks."

Trish: "Thank the Major for making us an oven."

After snacking on Trish's coconut bread the group starts getting dinner
ready. The chicken is roasted on the grill over the fire and potatoes
are wrapped in wet leaves and baked in amongst the coals. Jane cuts up
a bunch of green beans and they're cooked in a pot of water. Along with
some cut up pineapple and the second loaf of coconut bread, the meal
turns out great.

The camp is cleaned up and everyone goes down to the beach for a swim
and a wash. Later on, the bonfire is lit and they all sit around it
watching the stars come out.

Lisa: "So what is the challenge tomorrow? What is it we have to
create?"

Trish: "Costumes of some kind? We have to dress up somehow and run a
race?"

Peter: "Costumes, eh? Hmmmm."

Sue: "What?"

Peter: "I wonder. Remember the wagon race a couple of weeks ago? I
remember how nice all you subs looked decked out in those leather
harnesses."

Sam: "So?"

Peter: "So maybe it's a pony girl race."

Major: "That would certainly fit in with the theme of this contest. We
might have to make pony girl costumes for our subs."

Peter: "Could be."

[Title: DAY THIRTY.]

[Camera inside the shelter.] The survivers are just waking up and the
sound of vehicles can be heard down on the beach. The couples straggle
out of bed to go see what all the noise is about.

Down on the beach, Kent's Jeep and a van are parked. Two men are
unloading trays and boxes from the van and setting up a table. The
trays of food are uncovered and plates and cups are unpacked from the
boxes. Kent greets the challengers as they gather around.

Kent: "Good morning, everyone. I thought we'd have breakfast while
we talk about the challenge."

There is bacon and eggs and toast. There's fruit that doesn't grow on
the island, like apples and oranges and grapefruit. And there's coffee
and real fresh milk and cheese. The challengers take plates and dig in.

Everyone sits in a group on logs or on the sand to eat. Kent joins
them.

Kent: "Peter, you dog! You spoiled the surprise by guessing the
challenge last night."

Peter: "What, the pony girl idea? You're kidding!"

Kent: "Nope. That's it. What we've got in mind is this. Each couple
will be driven to a different part of the island today. There you'll
find a small pony cart. You'll also find a box of leather straps, rope
and string, tape, glue, and also some hand tools. You can use any other
materials that you can find on the island to make your sub a ponygirl
costume. There's also a lunch packed in the boxes for you.

"Your ponygirl costumes can be normal like regular pony tack, or you
can get wild and crazy with this challenge. You have all of today and
part of tomorrow morning to make a costume for your submissive.
Tomorrow morning we'll all gather on the wide strip of beach South of
the mail tree. There you can finish off your costumes and get your subs
ready.

"We'll judge the costumes for first, second, and third place. Then
we'll have you race your pony girls and carts to first, second and
third. You can earn points for most creative costume, and also for
winning the race. Sound good?"

Sam: "Sounds like fun, Kent."

Kent: "I hope you all have fun with this challenge. The scoring will be
the normal twenty, fifteen and ten points for both the costume class,
and for the race. Help yourselves to more breakfast, guys. When we're
done eating, we'll get started."

The challengers finish off their breakfasts and then Kent rounds
everyone up for their final instructions.

Kent: "Now here's the deal. Lisa, Peter, Brandi, and their subs, will
ride North in the van. Brandi and Marsha will be dropped off at the big
clearing where we had the calf roping challenge. Peter and Sue will
travel further on to the sand bar.

Lisa and Myka will ride up to near the production camp. You can all
scout around the island to find materials for the costumes, but you
can't go into another couple's area. We want each couple to come up
with an original costume and we don't want you stealing ideas from each
other.

"Major, you'll take my Jeep and head South with Sam and Trish. You'll
see a sign where to drop Sam and Trish off. There's a small clearing
just off the beach there. The Major and Jane will stop at a sign
further down.

"Each of you will find your pony cart and the box of tools and
materials. It's," Kent looks at his watch. "a bit past nine now. At
five this evening we'll pick up Brandi, Lisa, and Peter and their subs,
to drive you back to camp for the night. I'll call you, Major, on the
radio and you'll pick up Sam and Trish, then head back here.

"You all should have finished most of your costumes by tonight.
We'll have the carts brought to the challenge area during the night and
tomorrow you can do any final work and get your subs ready. Then we'll
have the pony show. Everyone clear on the challenge?"

Brandi: "What about the race?"

Kent: "Good point. The submissives, decked out in their ponygirl
costumes, will have to pull the cart with your dominant sitting in it
two hundred yards along the beach. Points for the winners as I
described."

Trish: "So there's no restrictions on the type of costume?"

Kent: "It has to be pony related. You have to look something like a
pony and you have to be able to run with it on if you want to win the
race."

Trish: She looks around at the others. "Let's do it!"

Kent: "Great!"

The dishes and the table have been packed away. Peter, Lisa, Brandi and
their subs climb into the van with the men who served breakfast. Kent
rides along with them. The Major gets into the Jeep. Jane and Trish sit
in back, Sam sits beside the Major. The two vehicles drive off in
opposite directions.

[Go commercial.] / [Return.]

The Major stops Kent's Jeep at a signpost on the beach. Sam's name is
on the sign with an arrow pointing into the jungle. Sam and Trish get
out and follow the sign. [Camera follows them.]

In a small clear area they see their pony cart. It's a little smaller
than a real pony cart - it's about the size of a small rickshaw. The
wheels are wider to make rolling on sand easier.

A wooden chest is on the ground beside the cart and Sam lifts the lid.
Inside are lengths of black leather straps, some buckles and several
rolls of various types of tape. There's rope and string and some hand
tools. A saw, some knives, a hand drill, a leather hole punch. Other
bits and pieces too. Sam and Trish are taking things out and looking
at them.

Trish: "Sam, remember those drawings we saw in Los Angelos six years
ago? It was in that sex shop we went into. Remember? It was like a
comic book and it had those dark heavy line drawings."

Sam: "It was all like pony girl stuff, right?"

Trish: "Right. Hang on, I've got an idea."

Sam: "Uh oh."

[Cut to: The Major and Jane.]

The Major has a few leather straps in his hands and he's seeing how
they'd look on Jane. She holds one around her waist while her dom fits
another between her legs. He holds the two ends of the crotch belt to
her waist belt and he steps back to see. After he has looked, he lets
go of one end and pulls the belt roughly out from between Jane's
thighs.

Major: "Ok. Drop the belt and stand in front of the cart."

Jane puts down the waist belt and goes to the cart. She lifts up the
front to stand between the rails.

The cart has a bar made of wood across the front of the two side rails,
and Jane's hands are on this bar. With her short wrist chain she can't
reach both side rails at the same time. The Major puts a hand behind
Jane and he presses her waist against the front bar. He has her let go
of the bar and he lowers the front of the cart.

Major: "Step through your wrist chain so your hands are in back."

Jane does this. The Major raises the front of the cart again and holds
the front bar against Jane's belly. He makes her place her forearms
together in the small of her back.

Major: "Yup. That'll work."

[Cut to: Brandi and Marsha at the big clearing.]

Brandi and Marsha have been dropped off and are going through the box
of supplies. Their pony cart stands in the background. Marsha finds a
needle and a spool of thread in amongst the stuff in the box.

Marsha: "Mistress. Have you ever heard of Pegasus?"

Brandi: "Winged horse from Greek mythology?"

Marsha: "There's a big pile of chicken feathers back at camp."

Brandi: She looks at the needle and thread in Marsha's hands. "You want
me to sew the feathers all over your skin?"

Marsha: "Well, no. But we could sew them all over that tight sundress
you have."

Brandi: She's smiling. "We could use tape to glue the feathers on your
arms and legs too. Yeah, I like it. Let's go get the feathers and my
dress."

[Cut to: Peter and Sue.]

Sue is standing in front of their cart and she has a short piece of
bamboo clamped between her teeth.

Sue: "Mmmff. Errrfff."

Peter looks up from the box of supplies, sees Sue, and starts laughing.

Peter: "You'll have to work on your pony noises a little more."

Sue spits out the bit and lowers the front of the cart.

Sue: "I'll practice a bit. Get it? Practice a bit? A bit?"

Peter: "I get it. I get it."

Sue joins her dom at the box of costume supplies.

Sue: "Any ideas?"

Peter: His hand goes to Sue's thigh as she stands beside him. "Not yet.
I don't want to simply copy the harnesses you all had for the wagon
race. Although you certainly looked lovely in yours."

Peter strokes Sue's upper thigh as he's thinking. Sue reaches down and
picks up a branch off the ground. It's in the shape of a V. She holds
it to her face with the end pointing forward and the other two ends on
either side of her cheeks. Sue puts her other hand flat on top of the
V shaped branch. She moves her hand up and down as she whinnies.

Sue: "Neeehhh-ha-ha-ha."

She makes a very realistic horse sound. Peter looks up and sees the
branch and her hand, making her face seem to stick out something like a
horse's face.

Peter: "Yes. That might work."

[Cut to: Lisa and Myka, near the production camp.]

Lisa: "Notice that we're almost as far away from the Major as we can
get on this island?"

Myka: "Oh come off it, Lisa. He may be a cranky old coot, but he's not
that bad."

Lisa: "I'm starting to think that Sue is right. I think that Jane lives
in fear of him."

Myka: "So maybe he's strict. Some girls like it like that."

Lisa: "Yeah? Well I don't think Jane does. I'm starting to see him the
way Sue has all along. That he's just a jerk who likes to beat up
little girls."

Lisa and Myka are sitting beside their pony cart. Lisa is playing with
Myka's long hair, running her fingers through it.

Myka: "Well forget about it. You've got seven hours to turn me into a
pony."

Lisa has Myka's hair all pulled back into a long, thick rope down her
back. Lisa raises the hair to form a loop near her neck. She takes
about two feet of the length down near Myka's bum and bends it upwards
to form a pony's tail.

Lisa: "I think that you'll make a fine pony, Myka."

[Cut to: Sam and Trish.]

Trish has a large diameter bamboo tube in her lap that's about two feet
long. Sam has drilled and carved two holes on either side about half
way down the length. Trish is shaving down a short piece of a stick so
it will fit through the holes. Sam has another tube and he's carving
out the two holes in it.

Sam: "What about your wrist chain?"

Trish: "Oh yeah. I forgot." She thinks for a minute. "Can you cut a
slot down the side so it slides down?"

Sam: "Yes. I'll make the slot narrow so the chain link fits tight.
Hey. There's some screws here and some little metal plates. I can make
it so they don't come off. Your chain will be stuck in there."

Trish: She flashes Sam a grin. "Perfect."

[Cut to: The Major and Jane.]

The Major is stitching Jane's crotch strap to her waist belt. Jane is
working on her pony bit. She has a short stick that she's sanded and
polished and she's attaching the two strips of leather that will tie
behind her head.

The Major pulls at the joint he's made in her belt and the lacing
holds. He turns the belt over to start fitting the buckle for the
front. Jane has finished her pony bit and she approaches her dominant
to show him her work.

Major: He looks up at her. "Put it on."

Jane puts the smooth stick between her teeth and reaches back to tie
the straps. Her wrist chain hits her face and catches on her nose. The
Major shakes his head at her clumsiness. Jane gets her bit tied in
place.

The Major reaches up to the strap across her cheek and gives it a tug.

Major: "That'll do. Needs to be tighter though. Go off into the forest
and see if you can find a piece of wood about this big."

He shows her the size with his hands. Jane reaches up to untie her bit.

Major: "Did I tell you to take that off? Leave it in place and go find
my piece of wood."

Jane wanders off into the jungle. The Major is looking at the belt he's
made.

[Cut to: Brandi and Marsha.]

Marsha is digging through the pile of chicken feathers back at the
surviver's camp. Brandi steps out of the shelter with her dress in her
hands. She goes to her sub to look at the feathers she's selected.

Brandi: "Some of these have chicken guts on them."

Marsha: "I know. The ones at the bottom are all muddy and stuck
together. Do you think we can wash them or something?"

Brandi: "Do we even have enough? I like this Pegasus idea but we've
only got one day to do it in."

Marsha stands up with several large feathers in her hands. She turns to
her domme.

Marsha: "I have a good feeling about this. I think that it's so
original an idea that we'll place first in the costume class. I know
that it's going to be a lot of work, but we can do it. Please?"

Brandi: "You'll need wings. Ok, get your wrap dress and bundle up the
feathers. Take them down to the ocean near where our cart is and wash
and dry them. I'll get busy making frames for your wings."

Marsha: "Thank you, mistress. I know that this idea will work out
well."

[Cut to: Peter and Sue.]

Peter has bent and tied strips of cane into a horse shaped head. Sue is
trying it on. The skeletal frame looks odd over her face, but the shape
is quite apparently that of a horse's head. Sue lets out a whinny and
Peter grins.

[Cut to: Lisa and Myka.]

Lisa is working with strips of leather and two half coconut shells.
She's making a bra for Myka. Myka has a bundle of palm leaves and she's
weaving herself a grass skirt. They are both munching on coconut.

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[Sam and Trish.]

Trish slowly pushes her hand into a large bamboo tube about two feet in
length. Sam is guiding her wrist chain down the slot cut in the side.
Trish's fingers touch the bar inside the tube and she reaches for it.
Her arm sinks another two inches into the tube as she grasps the hand
hold.

Trish: "Got it."

Her other hand is inside the other tube. Trish stands up with the two
bamboo tubes covering her hands and her wrist chain between them. She
bends over at her waist and lets the ends of the tubes touch the
ground. Trish shifts her weight between her feet and her new pony
forelegs.

Sam: "How's it feel?"

Trish: "Very weird."

Trish shifts one foot and one arm forward to the limit of her chains.
She takes another step, one leg and one arm forward.

Sam: "Try your arms and then your legs."

Trish moves both her arms forward together and plants the tubes into
the ground. She shifts her full weight onto the bamboo tubes and moves
both feet forward together. She tries it again, taking two big steps in
a row. Trish looks up at Sam and smiles.

Trish: "This is going to work! I'll need some padding around the arm
holes though."

Sam: "We still have to figure out how to attach you to the cart."

Sam has Trish move over to their pony cart. Trish is already gaining
confidence in walking on four legs. Sam lifts the front of the cart and
marvels at how smoothly his pony gets into position underneath the
front bar. Sam lowers the cross bar down across Trish's mid-back. Sam
steps back and sees his pony and cart, with Trish pawing the dirt with
her front hoof. He can't help but laugh.

Sam: "You look fantastic, Trish. This was a great idea!

Trish snorts and shakes her head.

[Cut to: The Major and Jane.]

Jane is sawing out an intricately shaped piece of wood that her dom has
marked out for her. The Major is carving his own piece of wood. He has
two, and both are long and round, one a bit thinner than the other.

He has his sub drop what she's doing to put on her waist belt with the
crotch strap. The Major feels around Jane's crotch strap and makes two
marks on it. One for her anal plug, and one for the dildo.

Major: "Ok. Get that back board finished."

Jane: "Yes, sir."

The Major punches a few holes in Jane's crotch strap for screws to hold
on the two wooden plugs.

[Cut to: Brandi and Marsha.]

Brandi has two wing frames covered with tape, sticky side out. She's
gluing feathers over them. The frames are made from bent canes and will
fit over Marsha's elbows, since she can't spread her arms out with her
cuffs and wrist chain on. So Marsha will have her bent arms in front of
her and the wings will be slipped on over her elbows, then buckled on
with straps.

Marsha is sewing feathers all over Brandi's sun dress. It was too big
on Marsha, but they ran a seam down the back which will be covered in
feathers anyway. There's more brown feathers than white ones and the
brown ones go on the back and sides, the white ones down her chest.
Marsha flashes a grin at Brandi who smiles back.

Brandi: "We still have a lot of work left to do."

Marsha: "A belt to attach me to the cart. A pony bit."

Brandi: "I'm nearly done these wings. I'll get started on your harness
next."

[Cut to: Peter and Sue.]

Sue is standing before her pony cart with her pony head on. Peter has
also fashioned Sue a coconut shell bra, and he's crunching on a piece
of coconut meat.

The pony head looks very much like that of a real pony. Peter used a
stick to beat the coconut husk into fibrous hair. The pieces of hairy
husk have been fastened over the head frame and are trimmed around the
mouth and eye holes. The hair is left long on top so that it hangs a
little over Sue's eye holes.

A flap of husk hair hangs down the back of Sue's head and neck to hide
the straps holding the head on, and to give Sue a mane partway down
her back. Sue has her own hair pinned up out of sight underneath the
horse head mask.

Sue turns her head to nuzzle Peter's arm.

Peter: "Cut it out! I have to get these straps right."

Sue makes a low whinny sound. Peter is measuring off the strips of
leather that he'll use to make her harness. There's a double wide belt
around her waist that the cart's front bar will attach to.

Peter: "What about your hands? Front, or back?"

Sue: "Nerh-hh-hh. Back would be best."

Sue's voice eerily emanates from the mouth of the horse bringing a grin
to Peter's lips.

Peter: "No. There isn't time to make more lashings. In front, and
attached to the cross bar. Tied onto the belt."

Sue: "Behind my back would be better."

Peter: He shakes Sue's pony muzzle and stares into her pony eyes. "I
see that you do need a pony bit under there."

Sue: "Uuurrr-pph-pph-pph."

[Cut to: Lisa and Myka.]

Myka has a wide belt around her waist that fastens her to the pony
cart. Her coconut shell bra has a lacey carved leather strap around her
back and is laced on in front with thin strips of leather.

Myka's hair has been braided partways down and formed into a loop near
her neck. It sort of looks like a horses mane. Lisa is finishing
polishing the end of a hook shaped stick. She brings this stick to
Myka.

Lisa: "Bend over."

Myka bends over the front bar of her pony cart. Lisa works up some spit
and greases the tapered hook end of the stick. She touches the tip to
Myka's anus.

Lisa: "Ready?"

Myka: "Can't we do this part tomorrow?"

Lisa: "We have to make sure this is going to work."

Lisa pushes the end of the hook shaped stick into Myka's asshole.
There's a thicker knot just past the end to help hold it in place, and
Lisa has to add more spit to help the knot slip inside. Lisa pushes
harder, Myka grits her teeth, and the thick part of the wood slides
inside of her.

Lisa ties the lower length of Myka's hair to the stick sticking up from
her ass. The result is a very convincing pony's tail standing up
proudly from between Myka's ass cheeks. After taking a long look, Lisa
releases her submissive from the pony cart. She has Myka walk around a
little to see how the tail moves with her.

The tail begins to lean over to one side as the hook part of the stick
rotates inside Myka's ass. It's soon sticking out sideways from Myka's
body. Lisa grabs the tail and rights it, causing the stick to abruptly
turn inside Myka's bum.

Myka: "Hey!"

Lisa: "Your tail is falling over. I'll have to tie it to the waist belt
somehow to keep it upright."

[Later on. Towards evening.]

The radio in Kent's Jeep crackles to life signalling the end of work
for the day. The Major goes over and answers the call. He and Jane
finish up and store their pony tack in the wooden chest. The Major
loads the chest onto the back of the pony cart. They then get into the
Jeep to drive up the beach and pick up Sam and Trish.

At Sam's area the Major blows the horn. Soon, Sam and Trish step out
from the jungle to get into the Jeep with the Major.

Major: "How's it going?"

Sam: "Trish is going to give everyone a run for their money tomorrow."

At the other end of the island, Kent stops the van to pick up Lisa and
Myka. Peter and Sue are waiting on the beach when the van drives up,
and they get inside. At Brandi's area, Kent gets out to walk up the
trail to the big clearing where they are. Brandi and Marsha are combing
out feathers that they'll use tomorrow to cover Marsha's legs.

Kent: "Time's up for today, girls. I saw some tape of your Pegasus
costume. I like the idea."

Brandi: "Let's hope it doesn't rain tomorrow or we'll have a soggy
chicken on our hands."

Kent helps gather up feathers and costume parts and pack everything up
into the wooden chest. He and Brandi lift it onto the cart.

Back at the beach the other couples are soaking up the airconditioning
inside the van. The door slides open and Brandi and Marsha climb in.

Kent's Jeep is parked near the firepit as they drive up. The Major, Sam
and their subs are standing around waiting for them. Kent stops the van
and everyone gets out. A crew man drives it back to the crew camp. Kent
gathers the couples together.

Kent: "During the night we'll get the carts moved to the south beach
where the challenge will be. I watched the tapes as they came in today
and I think that you've all done very well. You've all come up with
some really nice ideas.

"Have a good night, and we'll see you in the morning."

Kent drives off in his Jeep. The challengers head up to camp to make
themselves some supper.

After they've eaten, everyone goes in for a swim and a wash. The fire
is lit down on the beach and the couples sit around for a while talking
about the upcoming challenge, trying not to give away any ideas.

The Major is watching Sam and Trish closely. The way that they are
talking makes him think that they've come up with an idea to guarantee
a win in the race. It's bothering him that he didn't think of it,
whatever the idea is. Hopefully the two dildoes that will be strapped
inside his sub's holes will help spur her on to victory.

The group calls an early night to rest up for tomorrow's challenge.

[Title: DAY THIRTY ONE.]

Sue and Trish are up early. Sue makes the coffee while Trish mixes up a
batch of pancake batter.

Sue: "I have a horses head."

Trish: "I got two horse front legs."

Sue: "What?!"

Trish: "Yeah. I can run on four legs with them on. My ankle chain isn't
going to slow me down."

Sue: "Trish, that's brilliant! How'd you come up with the idea?"

Trish: "We saw some drawings once. The girl had things that extended
her arms to look like pony legs."

Others begin to wake up and leave the shelter. Soon everyone is sitting
around the camp table, eating pancakes and drinking coffee or tea.

Later on the challengers gather down on the beach to wait for Kent to
show up. A big van appears around the bend to drive up and park on the
beach. Kent's Jeep follows the van with Brent and Miss Kate sitting
inside. The challengers all pile into the van with Kent, for the ride
to the challenge site.

Kent: "All the carts and equipment have been moved during the night.
The carts are arranged as per yesterday, South to North. So Lisa's is
at this end, the Major's at the far end.

"I've reviewed the tapes from yesterday and we've seen your pony
costumes. This morning you'll have a few hours to add any final touches
and get your ponies ready, but you shouldn't be changing the basic
design. Get your ponies fitted and ready without the carts first.
We'll do the costume judging in two parts, the ponies standing, and
then hitched up to the carts."

Kent drives onto the wide area of beach and parks off to the side.
Brent brings the Jeep close by.

Five small pony carts sit in a row by the jungle's edge. The boxes of
supplies sit beside each. The couples step out from the van to go to
their carts. Each couple opens their box of pony tack and begins to
ready their ponies.

Brandi lifts out the dress of many feathers and helps Marsha put it on.
Brandi needs more tape to tape feathers on Marsha's legs.

Brandi: To Kent. "Could we get more tape?"

Kent: "Anyone have some tape you don't need?"

Peter tosses a roll to Kent, who hands it to Brandi. Brandi starts
taping feathers onto Marsha's legs.

Peter fastens Sue's pony head on over her face. Once it's in place, Sue
lets out a long, loud whinny. Everyone stops to look at the sound.
Brent looks at Sue and bursts out laughing.

Brent: To Peter. "That's fantastic. It sounded like someone brought
along a real horse."

Sue snorts and nuzzles Brent's arm. Brent gives her head a careful
scratch.

The Major begins fitting Jane's crotch strap into place. He's doing it
by feel while watching Sam ready Trish for the pony show. Sam brings
out the two big bamboo tubes and he holds one while Trish slides her
arm into it. Sam helps Trish get her chain fitted into the slot on the
other one and she pushes her arm into it. Once the tubes are fitted
properly on her arms, Sam uses four screws and two metal plates across
the slots where her wrist chain goes.

The Major's eyes grow wide when Trish bends over to go down on all
fours. He rams the anal plug into Jane's ass.

Jane: "Owch!"

Major: "Look at that."

Jane and her dom watch Trish get the feel for her new legs. A few of
the others pause in their work to watch as well. Trish takes off
running, moving her hands forward together and then her feet forward.
Her wrists and ankles stay the same distance apart as she runs, with
the chains between them tight and straight. Trish covers ground almost
as fast as someone who's not chained. Trish's tits bobble and hang
freely beneath her.

Kent stands beside Sam, the proud trainer watching his filly run.

Kent: "I guess we know who's going to place first in the race today."

After a couple of hours, and once all the ponies are ready, Kent calls
to everyone.

Kent: "We'll judge the ponies standing by themselves first, then again
after they're hitched to the carts. Could you all bring your ponies
here, please."

Five ponygirls stand in a line while Kent, Brent and Miss Kate look
them over. Sue is the only one who doesn't have a bit of some sort in
her mouth. Under her pony head it wouldn't be seen anyway, and so her
bit is in the mouth of the pony head she has on. From time to time, Sue
makes some sort of pony noise that has everyone looking and giggling.

When Marsha moves her elbows up and down her wings flap quite
convincingly. Her hair is tied back in a bun and studded with large
feathers. Brandi has meticulously taped and glued feathers all over her
sub's face so that just her mouth and eyes show. Her bit is carved from
a piece of dark wood to offset the white feathers on her face. Marsha
brings her elbows down to rest as she's judged, making her wings fold
back behind her.

Myka with her intricate coconut shell bra and woven grass skirt looks
like a Hawaiian ponygirl. Brent is taken with her tail that's sticking
out the back of the skirt. He feels it and the stick holding it up in
place. Brent gives the stick a little wiggle while watching Myka's
face. Myka's eyes dart around and she chomps on her bit as the other
end of the stick stirs inside her bum.

Miss Kate is on her knees and is examining Jane's crotch strap. Jane
has her hands behind her back, her forearms parallel and lashed
together to her waist belt. Miss Kate slides a fingertip between the
crotch strap and Jane's bottom. She feels the edges of the two dildoes
firmly planted up inside of Jane. She calls Brent over to have a look
at the two dildoes wedged tight in Jane's ass and vagina. Kate stands
up and gives Jane a smile.

Trish stands easy on her four legs. Her legs are together and her
chains hang down, slack. Kent and Brent look over the horizontal pony
girl and take note of the stitched leather trim around the tops of the
bamboo tubes - padding for her arms. The two metal plates that lock her
wrist chain, locking the tubes onto her hands, are also noted

Trish has a bamboo bit in her mouth and two big leaves are attached to
the straps under her ears. The leaves give the effect of pony ears
sticking up.

Kent: "Ok, everyone. You have one hour to get your ponies hitched to
the carts. We'll do the second half of the costume class, then we'll go
straight into the driving competition."

Sam lets Trish run free for a few minutes. The other doms also allow
their ponies to trot around before reining them in to get them hitched
to the carts.

The Major has wrapped vines around the outer sides of the front cross
bar of his cart. There's a space in the middle for Jane to stand. The
Major lifts Jane's arms up behind her back, which causes her waist belt
to pull up and the dildoes to drive tighter into her ass and pussy. The
Major fits the back board into place.

The bar in front, and the board in back, form a firm stockade which
holds Jane tightly around her waist. The back board has a slot where
her bound arms can rest in, and straps to hold them in place. The back
board is lashed to the front bar making Jane now a part of the cart.

Trish has a harness that fits over her shoulders and around her upper
body. The bar on the cart gets fastened to the back of this belt which
is buckled in front, under her, just below her tits. Another strap goes
down her back, through her crotch and up to the front buckle of the
belt. This is for counter pull for when she wants to stop the cart.

Sue, Myka, and Marsha are all fastened to their carts in a similar
manner with a belt around their waists attached to the cross bar.
Myka's belt is half hidden under her grass skirt. Sue's forearms are
together and lashed to her belt and to the bar in front of her.
Marsha's black waist belt contrasts nicely with the white feathers
across her front.

All the ponies have long, thin leather traces that lead from the sides
of their bits to the front of the carts.

One by one, as the ponies are ready they're led forward with the cart
trailing behind them. Those first few steps are careful ones as none of
them have had the time to really test out pulling the carts before.
Kent gives the couples some time to trot around the beach area and get
use to their costumes and pulling the carts.

Kent: "Ok. Line up please. Line up, facing the ocean."

The five ponies and their carts form a line. The doms are asked to
stand to the side while the judging takes place.

Jane is firmly locked into place in front of her cart. She cannot move
without the cart following her motions. Marsha flaps her wings and
snickers around her bit as she's judged. Sue also snickers behind her
pony head mask. She shakes her big pony head up and down as the judges
move on down the line.

Trish looks a bit out of place as the only pony girl down on all fours,
while the others are standing upright. She paws the ground with one
forefoot. Myka gives her bum a wiggle making her tail swish back and
forth behind her.

By the time the three judges have finished looking over the last pony
they're all grinning widely. The three stand over by Kent's Jeep while
they compare notes. After a long while, Kent returns with the results.

Kent: "I must say, judging this part of the challenge was the hardest
one yet. You all have done amazingly well in the short time you were
given.

"In first place, for twenty points, Brandi and Marsha as Pegasus. A
very original effort, ladies."

Marsha flaps her wings and tries to crow past the bit in her mouth.

Kent: "Second place, with fifteen points, it's the Major and Jane! The
two dildoes are a nice touch, Major.

Sue: Whispered to Peter. "Two dildoes?"

Peter: To Sue. "Must be hidden under the crotch strap."

"Now Trish, Myka, and Sue, we have been unable to choose a third place
winner between the three of you. So we have a three way tie for third
place. You will each get ten points for this, the costume portion of
the challenge."

Sue lets out a loud whinny and shakes her pony head up and down.

Brent: "If the dominants would be seated in your carts, we'll have a
twenty minute warm up before the race."

The doms climb up onto the seats of their carts and take the reins in
their hands. With a flick of the traces they lead their ponies around
the beach for a while so that both rider and pony get the feel for each
other.

The Major produces a small whip from under the seat of his cart. He
looks over as Peter also pulls out a little whip of his own. Peter sees
the Major with his whip in his hand and he gives a little laugh. The
Major gives Jane a sharp whack on her shoulder to get her moving.

Jane feels the tug on her reins and the sting on her shoulder. She
starts walking. The two wooden dildoes up her bum and cunt begin
shifting around inside of her. The tight crotch strap is also rubbing
her down there, and she finds herself being distracted from the
discomfort she's in.

Sue feels the sting on her rump and she turns her head to look. But she
can't see that far behind her with her horse head on. She starts
walking and pulling her cart. With her dom sitting in the cart it's
harder going than she thought it would be.

Lisa is flicking her reins to drive Myka hard. She is watching Myka's
tail swish back and forth at each step. Lisa pulls up to slow her pony
down.

Trish is running at full gallop. Her forelegs are bogging down in the
loose sand of the beach. Trish tries to slow down too quickly and the
strap running through her crotch takes the full weight of the wagon and
Sam. The strap presses hard on her clit and pussy and shifts around as
her legs move. Trish almost looses her balance as the feelings being
generated down there begin to overtake her.

When Trish gets herself and the cart stopped she's breathing heavily.
Sam gets down to see if she's all right.

Trish: "Meeff. Shllpp."

Sam unhooks her bit and moves it out of her mouth so she can talk.

Sam: "What's wrong, Trish?"

Trish: "When I was trying to stop, that damn crotch strap almost made
me cum!"

Sam: "As long as you don't cum before the end of the race you'll be
Ok."

Sam fastens her bit back in and gives Trish's bum a swat before
climbing back into his cart.

Kent: "Ladies and gentlemen. Could you all line up at the starting line
please?"

The dominants bring their pony carts around to line up in front of a
line drawn in the sand. Fortunately it's easy getting the ponies lined
up because they all know what to do.

The beach stretches out before them, a flat, level, and wide patch of
sand. Far off in the distance, 200 yards away to be exact, two flags
flutter on poles marking the sides of the finish line. Kate and Brent
are standing down there, each beside a flag.

Kent steps out in front of the five ponies.

Kent: "I want a good clean race today. No trying to drive another cart
off the track or whipping another driver. This isn't Ben Hur. Everyone
ready?"

Kent sprints about twenty yards out on the track and stands near one
side. He raises his arm up.

Kent: "Ready? Set? GO!"

Kent drops his arm on go, and he moves off the track. Ten, actually
twelve pony feet dig into the sand and the carts start to move. Trish
takes a big step with her four pony legs and right away she pulls out
in front.

Sue has to strain to get her cart with Peter sitting in it to start
moving. Peter gives Sue's backside a tickle with his whip to encourage
her. Marsha is also slow off the start but at least Brandi doesn't
weigh as much as Peter does.

Trish and Sam hold a commanding lead as the group passes by Kent. Jane
is in second place, a good seven feet behind Trish. Myka is in third
and Marsha trails Sue by a nose.

Trish can afford to slack off and concentrate on placing her feet
properly in the soft sand. She's not going to blow this race by showing
off and risking a fall. Trish leads at the half way mark by a full two
pony and cart lengths.

Myka looks lovely in her knee length grass skirt with her pony tail
swishing back and forth as she runs, held high by the stick in her ass.
She is neck and neck with Jane now. The Major brings his whip down
sharply over Jane's shoulders causing Myka to turn and wince at the
sharp sound. Jane spares a glance towards Myka, then puts more effort
into pumping her legs faster. She pulls a few inches ahead of Myka.

The combination of the tight crotch strap and the two dildoes it's
holding firmly inside of her is starting to get to Jane. The trouble
is, she can't decide whether it's in a horrible way or a nice one. She
can imagine the two long sticks knocking against each other inside of
her as she runs. That thought, and the crotch strap pressing and
holding her tightly down there begins to tip the balance into the more
pleasurable area.

Trish is nearly home as the others pass the three quarter post. Arms
forward, Trish sets her bamboo forelegs in the sand. The momentum of
the cart sets the pace. Shift her weight, feet forward and down. Arms
up and ahead. It's not unlike walking with crutches.

Trish plants her forelegs right on the finish line. A moment later her
back feet cross over as well. Trish gives her head a shake and makes a
horsey sound past her bit. Then she begins the process of slowing down
her pony cart.

Jane begins to falter and Myka pulls ahead. Marsha is flapping her
wings in an effort to catch up. She's just a yard behind Jane. Sue is
trailing the pack.

The Major brings the whip down again and again. Jane can barely feel
it. The two dildoes churning away inside of her have her close to
orgasm.

The stick up Myka's ass is giving her a nice feeling though. The end in
her bum lets her feel her tail switching back and forth, but it isn't
such an overwhelming feeling as the plugs strapped tightly inside of
Jane would be. Myka puts on a burst of speed and crosses the finish
line to come in second.

Kate and Brent, on either sides of the finish line watch closely.
Whether it's from the aerodynamics of her feather covered body, or the
extra push from her flapping wings, Marsha takes third place edging out
Jane by a nose. Jane takes fourth, and Sue, trailing by five feet,
takes fifth place.

The ponies travel on past the finish line as they try to gain control
of their carts to make them slow down. Trish has made her turn and is
prancing lightly along the shoreline towards where Kent, Brent and Kate
have gathered. The other ponies get their carts stopped and turned, to
then gather together near the finish line.

Kent: "Great race, guys! Really excellent. As we all expected, Sam and
Trish grab first place today with their four legged pony costume.

"Second place goes to Lisa and Myka. Congratulations, girls. And third,
by a nose, is our chicken pony. Brandi and Marsha as Pegasus!

"I guess we can hold the van until you get your costumes off, then
someone will give you a lift back to camp. Your pony costumes will be
stored and given to you when we all return home.

"Good work, everyone. We'll see you all in a couple of days."

Sam gets Trish unhitched from their cart. After being bent over on four
legs for most of the morning she has a bit of trouble straightening up.
Sam holds onto his four legged pony as she rises up on her hind legs.
Sam unties her bit and gets it out of her mouth.

Sam: "You Ok?"

Trish: "Just a bit light headed. God-Damn that was fun!"

Sam starts unscrewing the plates holding her wrist chains in place in
the tubes. He helps slide out the chain as Trish pulls her hand from
inside.

Peter: To Sue. "I would have gone on a diet if I'd have known you'd be
pulling me."

Sue: "I'm sorry. It was just so hard to get that cart moving."

Peter: "Cheer up, Sue. I think we're still holding second place in the
points totals."

Peter and Sue board the van for the ride back to camp. They sit closely
together with Sue snuggled against her dom's arm.

[Roll credits.] [Split screen with credits, show points totals.]


The Major and Jane            144
Peter and Sue                 138
Lisa and Myka                 130
Brandi and Marsha             127 
Sam and Trish                 126


[END Episode 10.]


"Next time on Surviver:" "Alliances begin to shift amongst two of our
couples." [Show the Major helping Myka into the boat, holding her
hand.] "And we host a birthday party for Brandi." [Clip of the gang,
eating cake and icecream.]


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