Episode 9. SURVIVER (C) dino 2001
[Start.]
[Voiceover and show scenes of island.] "We're down to five Dominant -
Submissive couples now. They've been stranded on this tiny South Seas
island for twenty five days. Every three days, the couples have to
compete against each other in two challenge competitions, for rewards,
and for points.
Just five more episodes of Surviver to go. Then, the couple with the
highest number of points will be leaving this island, taking with them
our grand prize of One Million Dollars.
"Last time on Surviver:" [Run clips as the host, Kent, speaks.]
"Our dominants get a chance to suffer through a challenge by themselves
when they're asked to stand on top of a post until they're forced to
drop out. Lisa wins the challenge after six and a half hours." [Show
scenes from the challenge.]
"One of the island's wild pigs makes a friend of Marsha, Brandi's
submissive." [Show Hector the pig following Marsha around.] "Although
the pigs had originally been brought to the island as food for the
challengers, since the group discovered Jim Brown's Chicken Farm on a
nearby island there has been no shortage of food for our survivers.
"The second challenge was for the dominants to take bamboo canes and
place five marks upon their submissive's backs. [Show clips of the
whipping challenge.] Lisa was quite reluctant at first to do this.
However after some coaching by Brandi, Lisa attempted the challenge.
[Show clip from remote camera as Kent speaks - clip of Lisa and Brandi
plotting to cooperate in the challenges and split the winnings.]
"Unfortunately, such cooperation amongst the challengers is strictly
forbidden in the rules of this game, and the girls both know it. The
program's directors have asked that we take action to nip this
conspiracy in the bud."
[Run Opening Title Sequence.] [Episode Intro Sequence: 65 seconds.]
[End episode intro.]
[Title: DAY TWENTY FIVE. Evening, after the whipping challenge.]
The couples have returned to camp from the challenge and have eaten a
light supper. By nightfall, most of the subs have gone to bed along
with Lisa and Brandi. Peter, Sam, the Major, and Sue, are sitting
around the fire down on the beach.
The wind has picked up some, and lightning can be seen flashing far out
to sea. Occasionally the low rumblings of distant thunder can be heard
rolling across the island.
Sam: "Looks like we're in for some stormy weather."
Peter: "Sure seems to be heading this way."
Sue snuggles closer to her dominant, Peter. Even in the dim firelight,
the marks of the cane are visible on her back. Peter is careful not to
place his arm in the area of her back where he'd previously laid down
the tight pattern of five strokes from his cane.
Peter looks down and is caught in Sue's gaze looking up at him. She
inches her bum a bit closer to him, gently bumping his hip with hers a
couple of times.
Since the other five couples have left the island five days ago and the
competition has begun to heat up, there either hasn't been much time
for sex, or, after a rough challenge, Sue hasn't been in much of a mood
for it. However winning at the whipping challenge has given them both a
much needed lift, and now, Sue is making her intentions known.
Peter brings his hand up, gently brushing it across one of Sue's
nipples. Sue raises her hands to hold his against her breast. She lets
her wrist chain wind around Peter's wrist and she lets out a contented
little moan. Peter uses his other hand to stroke Sue's thigh.
Peter grasps Sue's chain and stands, hauling her up to her feet.
Peter: "We're going to take a walk and then call it a night, guys."
Sam: "Yeah, I guess I'll hit it too before the rain comes. Major?"
Major: "I'll be along shortly."
Sue: "Night, all."
Sam heads up to the shelter. The Major tosses a few branches on the
fire. Peter and Sue take a walk along the beach.
Peter: "How's your back?"
Sue: "Feel's Ok."
Peter brings his hand up under her hair to the place where the cane
slashed her. The skin there still feels warm to the touch. Peter can
feel the five slightly raised lines that he'd made.
Sue: "Owch."
Peter: "Poor sweety."
Sue squeezes his arm tighter. [Night vision camera follows them.]
The two walk down the beach, past where the boat is tied, until they
pass the place where the bushes reach the waterline. On the other side
of the bushes, Sue pulls Peter in and they go to their knees in the
sand. Sue takes hold of Peter's head, and she presses her lips to his
in a passionate kiss.
Peter breaks the kiss just long enough to raise Sue's wrist chain up
past her face and over her head. He brings the chain down her back,
trapping her hands at the sides of her head. Sue presses her body to
him as they resume the kiss, their tongues entwined inside Sue's
mouth.
[A second crewman with a night vision equipped camera arrives. A small
wireless microphone is placed near the two contestants. Then the two
camera operators retreat into the darkness to become as unobtrusive as
possible.]
Sue is breathing hard as she breaks the kiss. Lightning flashes
brightly as the two press their bodies closely together. Peter is still
holding Sue's chain tightly behind her back, with her hands pulled up
and back behind her head. Peter pats Sue's thigh, Sue spreads her knees
apart, and Peter feels the wetness beginning inside.
Sue moans at the touch so Peter probes in deeper. Thunder rumbles long
and low. Sue's vagina is burning hot and he inserts one finger, then
two, feeling inside her slippery warm tunnel. Sue flexes her muscles
down there, squeezing the fingers inside. Peter grins. His sub is
ready.
Peter lets go of Sue's wrist chain to ease himself down on his back on
the sand. Sue moves ahead to straddle his hips. Her ankle chain lays
softly across Peter's thighs, and Sue reaches down to feel his hard
length. She lifts herself up.
Peter reaches under her to make a slight adjustment. He takes her wrist
chain and flips it over his cock. Then he takes hold of himself to
stroke the tip through Sue's moist slit.
Sue steadies his hand and lowers herself on his length. When she
attempts to bring her hands up she finds them trapped at her pussy, her
wrist chain hooked around her dom's cock. Peter feels the tug of her
chain against him and he grins. Sue sees him smiling and she bends to
kiss him once more. Her hands get pressed between them.
Sue grinds her hips down on Peter with her hands trapped between their
tummies. Peter can feel her chain tugging against his cock and the
links pressing against him. It feels not unpleasant at all. Peter takes
hold of Sue's hips to raise her up a little so he can lift up his bum
to drive deeper inside. Sue responds by pressing herself down harder.
Her lips lose his while she takes in a deep breath, letting it out in a
shuddering moan.
Jagged lightning crackles across the sky, far off still, but nearer
than before. A few raindrops sprinkle down on the two people on the
beach. Yet their focus is on each other; they are oblivious to all
around them.
Peter relaxes back as Sue lifts herself up a little. She clenches her
muscles down there and lets herself sink back down. Sue raises up again
and, forgetting about the chain, she brings up her hands. Her wrist
chain pulls against Peter's cock making it slip from her grasping pussy
with a wet sounding plop. Sue has a hand on his chest and she quickly
reaches to fit it back in.
Peter: "Uh uh. No no no."
Sue: "Please. I have to touch you."
Peter stares at Sue in the gloomy light. Sue dutifully places the chain
back underneath her before replacing Peter's cock inside her. She leans
forward, her hands stuck between their bodies again, and she begins
rocking back and forth on him.
Sue's face is buried in Peter's shoulder. He gathers her hair up in
one hand to give it a tug. Sue turns her head and her lips find those
of her master, ready and waiting. They kiss, a long and sloppy kiss.
Sue is panting from her exertions and from the heat that's building in
them both.
Peter's hands are firmly on her hips now. He guides her motions. Each
time Sue rocks back, Peter's hips raise up, driving his big cock home.
One of the night vision cameras catches the eerie glow of two eyes, off
to the side, watching Sue and Peter fuck. Someone is crouched in the
nearby bushes. Lightning flickers and reflects off the girl's chains.
We see that the watcher in the bushes is Jane.
Peter and Sue's motions become more frenzied as they each rush towards
their peaks. Sand is lifted around them by a sudden breeze, but their
eyes are closed to the effects of the stinging grains. Lightning splits
the sky above them, near now and yet, to the two people making love on
the beach, the fury of nature around them is a million miles away.
Raindrops patter in the bushes nearby, drowning out Peter's low groan.
The orgasm he's been denied for days now is coming to a boil. Sue's
hands twitch against his belly causing the motion to be transmitted, by
her chain, to his balls and cock. Her other chain, the one linking her
ankles, shifts and slithers across his thighs. The links tinkle
brightly, adding the high notes to the symphony of the storm around
him.
Sue pauses on a downstroke to grind herself against him. She pulls with
her hands but they remain unmoving. Pinned between their flesh, held in
place by leather and steel.
Sue feels both chains under her now. The one that fixes her hands in
place, under her, and circling her. Circling Him. Links of steel
ringing the area where they both are joined. Links of chain pressing
on either side of her pubic bone when she rocks forward, just so.
And the one behind her, behind her bum. Touching her, caressing her
tailbone if she tilts her hips back slightly. Bouncing against her bum,
laying gently upon His thighs.
Held by leather and steel.
Twenty five days she's been held by her chains. Tiny hobbled steps,
hands held in front. Holding her chain at dinner so it doesn't upset
her cup, or dip in her food. Mindful of it when she brushes her hair so
it doesn't smack her in her face. Free to come and go, yet held, by
leather and steel.
She sees herself, a tiny chained creature, lost in the vastness of
nature.
He sees her, His tiny chained creature, held safe in his hands against
the wilderness around them.
Lightning rends the sky asunder as the clouds suddenly open up with a
torrential downpour. Peter feels the ground beneath him shaking as the
thunder rolls around them. His hips buck sharply up, driving himself
into his submissive. The tension is reaching unbearable levels.
Sue clamps down hard on the cock impaling her. Sue's vaginal muscles
ripple against his cock and the two orgasm together as one. Sue throws
her head back and her hair transcribes an arc up, then back, in stop
motion from the stroboscopic effect of the lightning. Droplets of water
sparkle all around her.
Sue slowly lowers her head and she nuzzles his neck. Her breath rolls
hot and heavy in his ear. Peter lets out a contented moan. His balls
are starting to hurt, and he reaches down to shift the chain around.
Sue moves her hands down a bit to give some slack, then he holds her
tight with an arm around her waist, his other hand tracing circles
on her bum.
Peter's hand slips down her thigh, around her knee, then back, along
her leg. His fingers touch a band of leather that encircles one ankle.
He slips a fingertip underneath to feel her skin, that narrow area
that's been hidden from view for these past many days. Lightning
crackles overhead, reflecting off two glowing orbs. Sue's eyes, looking
at him. She smiles, rain dripping off her nose.
Peter: "We'd better get back before it rains."
Sue laughs as she disentangles herself from him. She stands, then holds
out a hand to him and helps him up. Peter is covered in sand which the
rain is washing off as they walk, but he decides to go in for a quick
dip. Sue scoops up water to splash over him as they wade into the surf.
The Major is still up and sitting around the sputtering fire. Peter and
Sue approach him. He watches them.
Major: "Have a nice stroll?"
Peter is still breathing hard. Sue looks down and sees, in the light of
the flickering fire, the red flush on her chest. She feels it on her
face, too. Telltale signs of the recently fucked.
Peter: "What are you still doing out here?"
Major: "Thought I'd catch nature's show."
The three turn their heads when a flash of light stabs through the
downpour. Two headlights flicker and bounce as a Jeep makes it's way
along the beach from the direction of the production camp. The three
survivers stand still like deer in the headlights, as the Jeep
approaches the firepit, then stops. The lights go off. Three people
garbed in yellow raincoats get out.
Kent Brockman looks over the three dripping challengers. Miss Kate is
with him. She takes a lantern from the Jeep and switches it on. The
third person is carrying a plastic covered camera.
Kent: "Good evening, people. It's a bit wet out here."
Peter: "We were just ready to turn in. What's up?"
Kent: "Official business, I'm afraid. Are Lisa and Brandi up in the
shelter?"
Peter: "I think so."
Kent: He turns to Kate. "Let's go."
Two bright yellow raincoats make their way through the trees, followed
by the Major, Peter and Sue. The cameraman brings up the rear. Kent
carries something small that is wrapped in plastic. Kate has a black
leather satchel with her. They make the jungle clearing and pass by the
table to the front step of the shelter. Kent steps inside, followed by
Kate, then the others.
Major: "What's going on, Kent?"
Kent: "You'll find out soon enough."
Kent walks to the rear of the shelter where the four girls have their
room. He raps his knuckles on a nearby pole. Lisa looks up at the
sound.
Kent: "Lisa, and Brandi, could we see you two for a few minutes,
please?"
The two get up to stand in the doorway. Myka and Marsha look up.
Marsha's pet pig, Hector, stirs on Marsha's wrap dress in the corner of
the room.
Kate: "Outside, if you please."
Brandi: "But it's raining out there."
Kate: "Would you like an umbrella, my dear?"
Brandi: "Well, I. . . ."
Kate: "Well I didn't bring one. Outside!"
Kate leads the way through the shelter, outside, and to the camp table.
Kent motions to the two girls to sit up on top. At least the rain has
let up somewhat. Sam and Trish, who've been wakened by the commotion,
come out and gather around the group.
Kent begins to unwrap the parcel he's carrying. It's a video camera
with a small screen attached. He unfolds the screen and holds the
plastic over the camera so it won't get wet.
Kent: "I'd like you two to watch some footage shot yesterday by one of
the remote cameras."
Kent holds the camera so Lisa and Brandi can see. The others also
gather around. Kent pushes a button on the camera and the screen lights
up. Brandi lets out a gasp.
[Camera over Brandi's shoulder, viewing the tiny camcorder screen.] The
scene is Lisa and Brandi talking, standing near a big palm tree.
Lisa: "Say we both agreed that, for the challenges that we're able to,
us and our subs work together. Then at the end, when one of us wins the
money we split the prize."
Brandi: "Now, Lisa. You know that's against the rules. It was quite
clearly spelled out in all those papers we signed that couples can't
join forces or split any prize money."
Lisa: "Yeah, but who's to know? We don't have to tell anyone, and if
we're subtle about it, it should work."
Kent switches off the camcorder.
Brandi: "I told you there was a camera in those coconuts."
Kent: "Actually, it was mounted on a nearby tree.
"During the whipping challenge, Brandi, you were observed giving Lisa
some help in preparing for the contest. As you both know, it's against
the rules of this game for any of you to help another couple in the
challenges. Splitting any prize money is also strictly forbidden. Were
you not both informed of the rules before you came here? Brandi?"
Brandi: Her face is quite red. "Yes."
Kent: "And Lisa. Did you think that you could just ignore the rules and
do whatever you wanted out here?"
Lisa: "No, Sir."
Marsha and Myka are in shock, for they knew nothing of this little
conspiracy their dommes had cooked up. The Major is shaking his head.
To him, it's just another example of how untrustworthy homosexuals can
be. Sam and Peter and their subs are all looking disappointed that
someone would want to try and win the million by cheating at the rules.
Miss Kate: "Do either of you have anything to say?"
Brandi has already been rebuffed by Miss Kate over the umbrella thing.
She chooses to keeps silent. Lisa also thinks better of trying to talk
her way out of this one.
Lisa: "No, Mistress Kate."
Kate lets slip a tiny grin at Lisa's formally phrased answer. She
always finds it so rewarding when a purported dominant finds themselves
having to submit to her. Kate looks towards Kent, who nods.
Kate: "It's fortunate for you both that Brandi's help did you no good
whatsoever, Lisa. Despite her coaching, you still managed to fail
miserably in the whipping challenge. The question remains, however, as
to what to do with you two."
Kate pauses a moment to glare back and forth at the two girls. Then her
face suddenly brightens.
Kate: "Well now. I believe I have a solution to our little problem
right here in this bag."
Kate opens her little black bag and she reaches inside. She lifts out a
tangle of shiny steel handcuffs and leg shackles.
Kate: "Ladies? Please place your hands before you."
Kate sorts out the restraints and takes one pair of handcuffs. She
quickly snaps the cuffs around Lisa's wrists. She takes the second pair
and then does Brandi's.
Kate has the girls place their feet up on the table's bench and she
reaches for a set of shackles. They're standard police issue leg
shackles with an eighteen inch chain between them. Kate applies one set
to Brandi, the other pair to Lisa. The cuffs ratchet loudly as they
close about each girl's ankles. Kate uses the key to double lock all of
the cuffs. A low rumble of thunder rolls over the island as the girl's
fate is sealed.
Kate: "You'll be wearing this new jewelry for the next three days,
ladies. I guess you'll now be finding out what life is like on the
inside of the lock. Consider this a warning, all of you. If you're
thinking of bending the rules out here, think again. Next time, things
might not go so pleasantly."
Kate closes her satchel. Kent picks up the lantern.
Kent: "Have a good night, survivers. We'll see you in a few days."
With that, Kent and Miss Kate turn to go. The cameraman remains for a
moment as the group heads back inside the shelter. Lisa and Brandi walk
very awkwardly in their restraints.
[Go commercial.] / [Return.]
[Night cam, inside the shelter. Lisa and Brandi's room.] Rain drums on
the tarp covered roof making it difficult to hear what's being said.
Myka: "How did you ever think you could get away with bending the
rules, Lisa? They even know when you last took a crap out here!"
Marsha: "I'm sorry, mistress, but how could you agree to go along with
such a nutty scheme? They could have kicked all four of us off the
island. Wouldn't that have looked good."
Marsha has her pig in her arms and she's stroking it's back. Hector is
looking back and forth at the two ladies who had no chains, but now do.
Lisa is nervously sliding one cuff up and down her wrist.
Lisa: "Look. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Ok? Nobody had a
cow when Eddie swiped our boat from the production camp."
Myka: "That boat was to be ours as a reward in one of the challenges.
Eddie didn't take it to give himself an edge over the others, he took
it to help us all catch fish."
Brandi: "All right. Enough. Let's all just be thankful that this isn't
going to go any farther. Lisa and I will rattle around for a few days,
then it's done. Now, let's get some sleep."
Lisa and Brandi have problems getting comfortable, but after a while,
everyone is settled down for the night.
[Title: DAY TWENTY SIX.]
[Dawn, inside the shelter.] The Major is on his back and snoring
loudly. Jane is laying on her side, eyes open, watching him sleep.
Jane has not gotten much sleep, but it was not the storm outside raging
off and on throughout the night that had kept her awake. It was the
whirlwind of thoughts spinning uncontrollably inside her head that made
her toss and turn.
Jane tries to think back to a time before, to her life before the
Major. She tries to pierce the haze, to see past the face of the man
asleep beside her. She is unsuccessful.
She's seen the other couples here on the island. How they act and what
they like to do. She's watched the other dominants and how they treat
their partners. And she's seen the tenderness, the kind and loving
tenderness which they all have between them. That, which the Major and
she have none.
She watched them on the beach last night while looking for her master.
To see if he was wanting anything, she heard them. Near the bushes
where the boat was tied she saw, Peter and Sue, and that proud display
of loving tenderness. There isn't any doubt with those two, who is
master and who submits. It's deeper than the chains she wears. A word,
or two, and she complies with his wishes. Sometimes it's just a glance,
and she knows what she's to do.
No, "Do this, then this, and finally do that." They are distinctly
separate as master and slave, yet, together they are as one. One
handles and guides and protects. One sees to the other's needs. Each
knows their place and each plays out their roles, without effort,
without so much as a thought.
She watched them on the beach last night while the two were making
love. The two of them, together as one. She's watched the others too,
how they act and what they like to do. It is the way it's suppose to
be. Not this sham of she, and of Him.
Jane looks at the man asleep beside her. He snorts and smacks his lips.
She watches as his flaccid cock gives a tiny twitch. A slight
disturbance in amongst that nest of gray hairs. He'll waken soon and
then, begins another day. She'll watch the others and how they act. The
way that she has none.
Jane holds her chain as she rises so it won't tinkle. She keeps her
ankle chain taught so it doesn't drag on the floor. She gives a glance
to his shorts, carelessly tossed to the side. To the knife that's on
his belt. "One of these days, Mister Major, Sir," she thinks. "One of
these days." Silently she slips outside.
Jane's feet land in a muddy puddle at the bottom of the shelter steps.
She looks around the camp and frowns. Everything's soaking wet. There's
puddles on the ground and the trees are dripping water.
[Camera follows.] Jane turns toward the direction of the toilet and
heads off through the jungle. At the latrine she sits down on the rough
seat to pee. Jane looks up into the camera. She stares at the lens for
a few moments, almost ready to say something.
[We see the face of a girl who looks very lost and confused. She's
fingering the steel ring around her neck and she almost starts to
speak, but it's like there's someone behind her telling her not to.]
Jane reaches for a roll of toilet paper that's been left there. It's
soaking wet and comes apart at her touch. She stands, shaking the
sticky pulp off her fingers, then turns to go.
Near the shelter she sees her dom stepping down into the mud puddle.
The Major sees her, and notices the camera following her. Jane stands
to the side of the trail to allow the Major to pass.
Major: To Jane. "Go down to the beach and start your morning workout.
I'll be along presently."
Jane: "Yes, Sir."
The Major gives the camera another glance, then heads off to the
toilet.
Sue and Trish step out from the shelter. There's a pile of dry wood and
grass, bark and stuff, just inside the door, and Peter and Sam each
pick out an armful to get a fire going. Once the fire's burning, Trish
puts a pot of water on to heat. Trish spent some time last night
squeezing the juice from some fruit, so there's a half a jug of fresh
juice to drink while waiting for the coffee to be ready.
The Major passes through camp on his way to the beach. Marsha and Myka
have woken up, and they join the group at the table. They each find
their coconut shell cups and help themselves to some of the juice. They
both raise their cups to Trish in thanks, for making the delicious
drink.
Trish: "How's Lisa and Brandi taking to their new status?"
Marsha: "What do you mean?"
Trish: "Well, they're both chained up like us subs now. That's gotta be
hard for a dominant to take."
Myka: "I don't think Lisa got much sleep last night."
Marsha: "Brandi was pretty restless too."
Peter: "Serves them right for trying something so dumb. It's lucky that
you all didn't get kicked off the island."
Sam: "Let's just hope that they don't decide to punish all us doms with
some nasty challenges."
Trish: "Better you than me."
Sam's hand flies towards Trish and he gives one of her nipples a
playful pinch.
Trish: "Owch!"
A little later on, with a rattle of chains, the two girls, Lisa and
Brandi, negotiate the two steps down from the shelter. They steal a
glance to the group around the table watching them, then they head off
towards the toilet. Both have a tough time with their ankle chains
catching on rocks and roots along the way.
The Major and Jane join the group with some fruit they've found in the
jungle. Lisa and Brandi return from the latrine. Marsha pours them some
juice. Lisa takes her cup between her hands, looking guiltily around at
everyone.
Lisa: "I would like to apologize to everyone for trying to cheat at the
game. I didn't think far enough ahead to realise that it would hurt all
of you, and I'm sorry."
Major: "Sorry that you got caught at it."
A sudden flash of anger crosses Lisa's face, but it passes just as
quickly. For once, she feels that the Major may be right.
Lisa: "My actions not only jeopardized my chances at winning, but also
Brandi's. I made an error in judgement, and I hope that you all can
forgive me."
Sam is looking at the two dommes, chained in a similar way like all the
subs are. He has a big smile on his face that Lisa finally notices.
Lisa: "Find something funny, Sam?"
Sam: "The balance of nature has been restored. All of the women on the
island are in chains."
Sam takes off running as Lisa moves to chase him down. Lisa's ankle
chain snaps up tight causing the hard steel shackles to dig painfully
into her ankles. She decides the better of trying to give Sam a whack,
and she sits down at the table.
Peter: "All right, Lisa. Since really there's been no harm done, I
think we should put this incident behind us and get on with the game.
Major?"
The Major also has a trace of a smile from seeing Lisa chained like she
is.
Major: "Don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you, Lisa, and it's
not just because I think you look better in chains. Although I really
think that you do. I plan on winning the million fair and square, and
if I think you're trying to gain an advantage over us, I'll move to
have you thrown off this island. Do you read me?"
Lisa: "Don't worry, Major. You can watch me and Myka win all of the
next challenges and walk past you carrying the million."
Major: "Good."
That settled, the group finally has their breakfast of fruit. Since
this is their day off from the challenges, after they've eaten, the
couples drift off to different places to spend some time relaxing.
Sam and Trish go check the mail. Inside the mail tube they find the
current points totals, and a note informing them that the next day's
challenge will be held in the early morning, at the mud pool.
Trish: "Could be another endurance thing like the post stand."
Sam: "Let's hope it's for you and not me this time."
Trish moves towards him but Sam is ready. His hand is up and he's
making a pinching motion with his finger and thumb. Trish grins, then
moves closer still. She brings one breast to where his hand is and
offers up her nipple to the pinch.
Sam pulls his sub into a hug. The two kiss for a moment, then stand
holding each other and looking out to sea.
Peter and Sue take the boat out to try their luck at catching some
fish. They head straight East, looking for another good fishing spot.
Out past the reef and they find a channel where the water's deep. They
both toss out some lines and, despite only having bugs for bait, they
manage to catch a few nice Sea Bass.
The Major finds himself a comfortable spot down on the beach in the
shade and he settles in for a long day of doing nothing. Jane is with
him at first, but later on as the Major dozes she gets up to go for a
walk. She goes off alone, then returns to him, bringing him something
to drink, or some fruit to eat. The Major mostly ignores her throughout
the day, letting her come and go as she pleases.
Lisa and Brandi in their shackles and cuffs, finally make it to the
beach. You'd think that the longer chain between their ankles would
give them an easier time of it than the subs have, but no. Having more
chain dragging along the ground as they walk just means more chance of
snagging it on rocks along the rough jungle trails. Besides, the subs
are all used to their chains by now, and they know where all the roots
and rocks stick up. The two dommes are new to this.
Also, the hard metal shackles aren't flexible like the sub's leather
cuffs are, and they're are much less comfortable for the girls to wear.
Having their hands cuffed closely together makes things even more
difficult for them. By the time they've made it to the beach, they both
have sore ankles and are pissed off. Brandi and Lisa lay down on the
sand and prepare to do as little as possible for the rest of the day.
Jane helps Myka cook the fish that Peter and Sue caught. Most of the
group has lunch at the campsite table, but three meals are delivered
down to the beach. The Major is content to remain where he is, and the
girls can't be bothered making the effort to struggle back to camp.
Towards evening, Sam, along with Trish, Jane and Myka, scour the tide
pools for clams. A fire is made on the beach, and a pot of rice is
cooked along with a big pot of water to boil the clams. As the sun sets
on the other side of the island, washing the clouds above them in reds
and golds, the group has their dinner.
With the threat of the next day's challenge being another long one, the
contestants call it an early night.
[Title: DAY TWENTY SEVEN.]
The Major is up early with a bamboo fishing pole and he catches a few
fish for breakfast. There's some leftover rice from last night, and
some fruit makes up the meal.
Lisa and Brandi had trouble getting to sleep in their cuffs and
shackles, but their subs managed to make things all right. The giggling
and squeals kept the others up too, until a chorus of, "Knock it off!",
from the doms and led by the Major quietened things down a bit.
The mood of the group is subdued as they eat their breakfast.
Everyone's attention is on getting through the next challenge.
After the meal, the contestants take the trail through the jungle to
the volcanic mud pool where the challenge is to be held. Marsha's pet
pig tags along, now with more people in chains to get underfoot of.
Lisa and Brandi lag far behind the others as they struggle to walk in
the leg shackles. The others reach the area and then wait for the two
dommes to catch up.
Kent and Brent stand at the edge of the mud pool watching a crewman
with a rake stir up the mud so that the pool is nice and muddy. At the
jungle's edge, hanging from five trees, are five rope hoists. Under
each one is a chair with two small rubber balls beside it and a pair of
curious looking boots on the seat. Each chair has a sign taped to it,
on each, one of the subs names. The doms look relieved.
When Lisa and Brandi finally reach the area, Kent explains the
challenge.
Kent: "Ok, challengers. Here's the deal. The boots on each chair are
sized to fit each submissive. That's why your names are on the chairs.
You'll sit on the chairs and put the boots on your feet.
"Once you all have them on and buckled up tight, we'll begin the
challenge. What you'll do is this. You'll pick up the two rubber balls,
one in each hand. Then you'll go down into the mud pool and get all
muddy from your neck down.
"The rubber balls have to remain in your hands at all times during this
challenge. If you drop one, or let go, you're out.
"Now, after you climb out of the pool you'll lay down on the ground
under one of the rope hoists. The boots all have small rings in the
bottoms and your dom will fit a hook through each one, then attach them
to the hoist. Then your dom will pull you up into the air so you're
hanging upside down off the ground.
"Simple enough? Right, let's get to it."
None of the subs look happy, but they each go to the chair with their
name on it. The boots are blue, made from hard plastic and are somewhat
like ski boots. They are padded on the inside, and the row of buckles
up the top and around the ankle hold the foot firmly inside. The subs
have to push their ankle cuffs up their legs to fasten the top buckles.
Kent: "Everyone ready? Pick up the balls, the challenge starts now."
The subs take a ball in each hand. The balls are solid, hard rubber,
coloured orange. They're a little over two and a half inches in
diameter - the size of a tennis ball. Each sub moves towards the mud
pool and finds it very awkward walking in the stiff boots after having
gone around the island barefoot for so long.
Sue nearly tumbles over the edge when she starts down the slope to the
pool. The hard boots have no give to them and her ankles won't flex
properly.
Kent: "Take your time, girls. If you drop one of your balls, you're
out."
The subs ease their way down the muddy slope and into the muddy pool of
water.
Kent: "Dip down so you're covered in mud from your neck down."
When each girl stands up, they are covered in the sticky gray mud. They
start back up the slope. Trish's boots slip out from under her and she
goes down hard on her face. Her two rubber balls both pop out from
between her slippery fingers and fly off in opposite directions.
Trish: She spits out mud. "Fuck!"
Kent: "Sorry, Trish. You're the first one out."
Sam goes to the edge and gives Trish a hand getting up the slope. Trish
is upset, but then she sees Sam smiling at her. She looks down at
herself, covered in mud, and she starts to laugh. Sam looks at Kent.
Sam: "Does this mean I don't get to hang her upside down?"
Kent: "Sorry, Sam. I guess you'll have to wait until you get home to
try it."
The remaining four subs carefully make their way up the slippery slope
to where the ropes are hanging. Marsha's bum hits the ground hard as
she awkwardly tries to sit on the ground under the hoist. Hector comes
to her and sticks his nose against her muddy thigh. He snorts and
shakes his head.
Brent and Kent give the doms a hand to fasten the hooks from the hoists
to their sub's boots. As the doms begin to pull on the ropes, Kent and
Brent check to make sure that the rigging is correct. Then, each
dominant hoists their sub up off the ground.
Hector watches, seemingly horrified, as Marsha is lifted off the ground
by Brandi. The little pig backs up, then looks, then backs up again,
finally turning to flee into the jungle. Marsha's head drags along the
ground as she's hoisted up higher. Mud starts to drip onto her face.
Brent: "The sub's hands have to be at least a foot off the ground."
Four mud covered submissives hang upside down from trees. The doms wind
the ropes around the tree trunks a couple of times and tie them off.
Kent: "If you'd like to bring the chairs over here and have a seat, we
can wait and see who will be next to drop out."
Kent and Brent find a log and sit down. The doms bring the chairs over
and join them. Sam takes his seat, with Trish sitting on the ground
beside his chair. Peter crosses his legs. The Major places his chair
near a tree trunk so he can lean back against it. Brandi and Lisa are
rubbing their sore ankles under the shackles.
The four subs hang upside down and wait.
Blood is pounding inside Sue's head and she's feeling a headache coming
on. She relaxes her grip on the two balls a bit and finds that the mud
is drying and helping to hold her hands closed around them. Her hair
hangs down past her hands to the ground.
Myka's hair is long enough to form a small pile on the ground below her
hands. She notices that the mud has stopped dripping off her body now
that it has begun to dry. She moves her hands apart to snap the heavy
mud off her wrist chain.
Marsha tries to wipe some mud from her eyes with her muddy hands but
only manages to smear more mud on her face. She looks at the two mud
covered orange balls in her hands, then lets her arms fall back down
over her head.
Jane hangs easy from her rope. For her, there's really nothing else to
do but wait the others out. She's experienced hanging upside down
before; it's one of the Major's many forms of punishment when he thinks
she's been naughty. The boots she has on give good, even support all
around her feet. Not at all like the rough jute ropes that the Major
often uses on her. There will be no pulling prickly fibres from the
skin around her ankles after this session.
The others sit and wait.
Kent: "So, guys, how's the food supplies holding out?"
Sam: "Well, we're starting to get low on a lot of things. The coffee's
running out, and that could be a big problem."
The Major opens one eye.
Kent: "A few days ago, I think it was you, Lisa, you were wishing for
some flour to make bread. Since this day's challenge is traditionally a
reward challenge, I think that we could part with some supplies from
the production camp. How does that sound?"
Peter: "That would be great, Kent."
Kent: "There's fourteen more days to go in the game. Two more weeks. I
think a few boxes of groceries would be in order."
Trish: "Some fresh vegetables? Some real potatoes?"
Sam: "Flour to make bread? Coffee and tea?"
Kent: "Flour and yeast, coffee and sugar, a big box of veggies. We'll
make a list after the challenge. Ok?"
Brandi: "Thank you, Kent."
The Major closes his eye again and shifts his butt on the chair a bit.
He wonders what they'll have to do to pay for the groceries.
[Superimpose time on screen: 48 Minutes.]
Marsha is flexing her thighs and her tummy. The dried mud on her has
flaked off in a few places. Her mouth is closed in a grimace. Myka
notices the other girl's discomfort.
Myka: "Marsha. What's the matter?"
Marsha: "I have to go pee."
Myka: "That could certainly be a problem."
Marsha: "Yeah, I know. But I really have to go."
Myka: "Can't you hold on? We're going to get dehydrated as it is if
this goes on a long time."
Marsha squirms and twists at the end of the hoist. As Myka watches, the
remaining mud in Marsha's crotch area takes on a darker colour. The
darker area spreads down Marsha's tummy and down (up?) Marsha's chest.
A small river of muddy piss begins to pick up speed, heading down
Marsha's front and aiming for her face. A few drops land on her chin
and she tilts her head up to see. Muddy piss flows between her breasts
to dribble into her mouth.
Marsha: "Ugh! Akkk! AAAAA!!"
Marsha brings her hands to her face to try and stem the flow of urine
soaked mud running into her nose and eyes. One of her rubber balls
lands on the ground with a plop, followed soon after by the other.
Marsha frantically wipes off her face while spitting out mud.
Kent and Brent have noticed the commotion and stand, looking.
Brent: "It looks like Marsha is out."
Kent: "Sorry, Brandi. It's Ok, don't get up. We'll get her down for
you."
Brent holds Marsha while Kent unties the rope. He slowly lowers her
down to the wet ground. Kent unhooks the ropes from under her boots,
while Brent wipes his hands on his shorts. Marsha moves away from the
puddle she's made before removing the boots from her feet.
Kent checks on the other three girls. He bends down to look at Sue's
face. Between the blotches of mud on her face, her skin looks very red.
Kent: "Are you Ok, Sue?"
Sue: "I'm feeling a bit woozy, but I think I'm Ok."
Kent: He stands. "These three remaining contestants start earning
points now. The next to drop out gets ten, then fifteen, and the winner
gets twenty. Good luck, ladies."
The crewman who'd raked up the mud pool at the start of the challenge,
returns with two jugs of water drawn from the well in the jungle.
Brandi takes one and uses some water to rinse off Marsha's face and
chest area. Trish washes some mud off her hands and face. The other jug
is passed around, and everyone has a drink. All except for the three
remaining girls that is, hanging upside down and coated with mud.
[Superimpose time on screen: 1 Hour, 51 Minutes.]
Myka is raising her body up horizontal to stretch her back and thigh
muscles. She hooks her two hands through her ankle chain to hold
herself in position for a while. She could piss like this, and it
wouldn't dribble all down her like it did Marsha. But she doesn't have
to pee. Myka carefully lets her ankle chain slip past her hands so she
doesn't lose hold of the balls clasped in her fingers. She lowers
herself down, to hang for a while longer.
[Camera zooms in to Myka's left thigh.] Myka doesn't feel it on her
until it reaches a patch of skin on her inner thigh where the mud has
flaked off. She feels a tickling down there. (Up there?) She tilts her
head to look. A big, really big, black, hairy, disgusting spider is
perched two inches from her pussy and is staring back at her.
Myka: "AAAIIIEEEE!!!"
Myka's rubber balls go flying as she wildly bats the spider off her
leg. She's still screaming, twisting and shaking at the end of her
rope.
Lisa and Kent both leap up. The Major rocks his chair forward as his
eyes pop open. Lisa's ankle shackle chain snaps tight when she tries to
run, and Kent reaches Myka first. He holds the girl to try and calm her
down.
Kent: "What is it, Myka?"
Myka: "It. It. It. . . ."
Myka is pointing to her thigh. Kent looks, but sees nothing there.
Myka: "Spider. Big. Motherfucking, spider."
Brent helps lower the frightened girl. Sam has the water jug and Lisa
pours some on Myka's thigh where she's rubbing it. She scrubs off the
mud, then rinses it away. Kent examines Myka's thigh closely.
Kent: "It's Ok, Myka. Calm down. There's no puncture marks, so it
didn't bite you. You'll be all right."
A shaking Myka is helped to the circle of chairs and allowed to sit for
a while. The two remaining challengers, Jane and Sue, closely inspect
their rope hoists for anything crawling down towards them.
[Superimpose time on screen: 2 Hours, 23 minutes.]
Jane is looking at Sue. The doms and the other girls are chatting with
Kent and Brent and seem oblivious to her and Sue still hanging, covered
in mud, upside down.
Sue's eyes are closed and she hasn't moved for perhaps twenty minutes
now. Jane softly calls to her so the others don't hear.
Jane: "Sue. Sue?"
No response.
Sam is saying something to Peter. Peter laughs loudly. The Major seems
to be asleep in his chair. Jane is getting worried about Sue.
If anything ever happened to her, she wouldn't be able to live with
herself, knowing that she could have done something about it. Jane
flexes the fingers of her left hand and feels the mud between them
crack and crumble. She squeezes her rubber ball.
Jane decides to act. She'll have to make it look good, or she'll be
sure to catch hell over this. She brings her left hand up and flexes
her fingers again. She gives her hand a shake, making her chain jingle,
hoping it looks like she just has a cramp in her hand, or something.
Jane moves her hand up and down a few times. Then, she relaxes her
fingers and she feels the ball slip from her grasp. She fakes an effort
to catch it, and the ball lands on the ground underneath her.
Jane looks towards the others. She sees Brent looking at her. Brent
stands, and says something to Kent. The two start towards where she and
Sue are hanging.
Kent sees the ball on the ground under Jane, and his words ring loudly
in her ears.
Kent: "Jane has dropped one of her balls. We have our winner! Peter and
Sue take first place with twenty points!"
Brent is helping Kent lower Jane. Peter has Sue's hands in his and he's
trying to peel her muddy fingers off the rubber balls.
Peter: "Sue! Sue! We won!"
Sue's eyes weakly flicker open.
Sue: "Wh. . . what. . . ?"
Peter: "You won the challenge, baby. Congratulations."
Sue: "Challenge?"
Peter lifts Sue's body up.
Peter: "Sam. Help me get her down."
Sam unties the rope and slowly lowers Sue. Peter holds her body and
gently eases her onto the ground. Sue's body is flat on the ground now
and she remains unmoving. Her head turns weakly to one side.
Peter: "Sue? Sue?"
Trish: "I'll get the water."
Brent moves in and feels Sue's brow. He takes one of her hands in his.
Moving her wrist cuff up a little, he checks the girl's pulse.
Brent: "Her forehead's hot and her hands are clammy. Her heart is
racing a mile a minute. Here, pour a little water in my hand."
Trish pours some water into Brent's open hand. Brent lets a few drops
dribble into Sue's mouth and over her forehead. Sue makes a small moan.
Brent lets a trickle of water flow over Sue's face and neck. He scrubs
some of the mud off her and then lets a bit more water dribble over her
face. Sue gasps and opens her eyes. She tries to focus on the eleven
faces around her.
Sue: "Wha. . . what happened?"
Brent: "Easy now, Sue. We think you may have passed out for a few
moments."
Sue makes a smacking sound with her mouth. Brent has his fingers on her
wrist again.
Brent: "Peter, give her a little water. Slowly. Her heartbeat is
beginning to return to normal now."
Peter helps Sue into a sitting position. He tilts the jug of water to
her lips. Sue takes a small drink. Peter uses some water to wipe some
more of the mud off her face.
The colour of Sue's face looks better now and she's sitting up on her
own, taking small sips of the water. Brent checks her pulse again. He
gives a nod and a small smile to Peter.
Peter: To Sue. "You Ok, honey? You had us worried there for a moment."
Sue: "I think I'm Ok. Who won the challenge?"
Kent: "You did, Sue. It may have been fortunate that it ended when it
did. I feel that I should apologize to you, for not keeping a closer
eye on you. I did notice at the beginning that you seemed to be in some
distress. I should have followed up on that. I'm sorry."
Sue: "Thank you, Kent, but I'm sure someone would have noticed sooner
or later."
Brent: "It's good that it wasn't later. You could have gotten yourself
into some serious trouble if we hadn't got you down when we did. We'll
let you get your strength back, then we'll help you back to camp."
Kent: "I'll have the camp doctor meet us there to look you over."
Sue: "No, really. I don't want to be any trouble."
Kent: "It's no trouble. We'll send you the bill when we get back home."
Sue looks to Peter. Peter looks at Kent. Kent flashes a grin, and Peter
and Sue laugh.
Myka gives Sue a hand getting her boots off. One of the crew has gone
and refilled the water jugs, and the subs use some to wash some of the
mud off themselves. Sue is helped over to the shady spot where the
chairs are, but she's already feeling much better now.
The conversation turns to food, and a grocery list is made up. With
Kent feeling despondent over the near disaster of the challenge, he
becomes very agreeable to supplying the challengers with just about
everything they ask for.
After about an hour of resting under the trees around the mud pool, the
group starts back to camp. The subs are itching to get the mud washed
off themselves. Sue is nearly back to her old self, and Peter holds her
hand as they make their way along the jungle trail. The group passes
through their camp and then heads down to the beach for a wash.
At the beach a Jeep is parked, and the production camp doctor is
waiting for Sue. He gives her a quick look before letting her go in to
wash off the mud. Then, when she gets out, the doctor has her sit in
the shade while he checks her over.
The doctor looks at Sue's records as he checks her blood pressure and
looks in her eyes and ears. He has her stand on a small bathroom scale.
Doctor: "Your pressure is a bit low, which isn't a bad thing. You've
gained a few pounds since we've started the game. I guess they've been
feeding you well out here."
Sue is given a clean bill of health and advised to take it easy for the
rest of the day. Sam and Trish take the boat over to Chicken Island for
some eggs for lunch and three big chickens for supper. Towards evening,
when the chickens are roasting over the fire, Kent drives up with the
grocery delivery. Boxes and bags are unloaded and carried up to camp.
The food is stored on the high covered shelf in the camp kitchen area.
A bottle of spicy barbecue sauce makes the chicken a delight, and fresh
bread, and a fresh tomato and cucumber salad makes the meal complete.
After supper, the Major finds Jane sitting alone on the beach. He sits
down on the sand beside her.
The Major is quiet at first, and Jane nervously glances at him a few
times. Finally, he speaks his mind.
Major: "By my reckoning, we've been consistently in second place these
past few challenges. Do you know who remembers the guy who places
second in a race?"
Jane knows the answer to this one. It's been drummed into her head
countless times.
Jane: "No one, Sir."
Major: "That's right."
The Major sits quietly for a while longer before speaking again.
Major: "I like Peter. I could almost respect him. He strikes me as
someone you could count on in a battle to get the job done. But the
name of this game is the strongest survive, and if the weak have to get
pushed aside, so be it."
The Major watches Jane to gauge her reaction. He notes as her eyes
flicker to his face, before turning down again to the sand before her.
The Major stands, and leaves Jane alone. Her head turns to watch him
go. With a sinking feeling she thinks, "He knows."
[Go commercial.] / [Return.]
[Title: DAY TWENTY EIGHT.]
Lisa tries to stretch her arms but finds her hands locked in handcuffs.
She rolls over on her side to see Brandi awake too, and looking at her.
Brandi moves her hands apart quickly, snapping the handcuff chain
tight. She gives Lisa an icy stare.
Lisa: Quietly. "Ok. It was a dumb idea."
Brandi: "Next time you get one, count me out."
Lisa: "Hey. You went along with it. You could have chosen not to."
Brandi rolls her eyes and rolls over onto her back. She brings her
hands up over her head.
Brandi: "Well it did seem like a good idea at the time. I'm in last
place now after Marsha's pissing all over herself."
Brandi feels Marsha stirring beside her. She turns her head and watches
as her sub wakes up.
Brandi: "Morning, Marsha."
Marsha: "Good morning, mistress. Did you sleep well?"
Brandi: "Oh, sure. Just peachy."
Trish and Sue make up a batch of pancake batter using flour and baking
soda and milk powder and a few eggs left over from yesterday. A jar of
strawberry jam tops off the stacks of golden brown, down home good
pancakes.
Peter and the Major go check the mail. There's a note saying to report
to the large clearing in the afternoon, and a tan coloured cowboy hat
is hanging over the mail tube. On top of the box underneath are two
lengths of rope. One is long with a loop at one end. One rope is
shorter, about four feet long. They bring the items back to camp, and
everyone speculates on what the challenge is.
Sam: "A cowboy hat? These ropes are like those used to rope calves."
Trish: "Gee. I wonder who gets to be the baby cows."
After a lunch of canned soup and tomato sandwiches, the group heads off
to the big clearing in the jungle and the site of their next challenge.
It's quite a hike, especially for Brandi and Lisa wearing the
uncomfortable ankle shackles, and, as before, everyone has to wait
around for them to catch up.
Miss Kate is there and she tsk-tsk's at the two chained domme's late
arrival. But she produces a key from a pocket of her leather mini dress
and she quickly frees Lisa and Brandi from their restraints. The girls
are relieved to finally be rid of the cuffs and shackles.
The challengers gather around Kent, who's wearing a cowboy hat. Two
lengths of rope lay at his feet like the ones Peter and the Major found
at the mail tree.
Kent: "Welcome. What we have is a calf roping challenge. Of course we
all know who will be the cowboys, or cowgirls, and who are the calves.
"For this challenge I thought we'd mix things up a bit. We're going to
be switching the subs around with different partners to see who gets to
rope who. Doing this challenge with your own partner won't work because
there's two ways to score points here.
"The sub will get a five second head start to run away. Sure, you won't
get far with your ankles chained, but that's Ok. After the five
seconds, the dominant gets to chase you down. The dom will try to toss
the rope over you. Once the rope goes over your head, past your face,
you're caught. Doms, you don't have to pull the rope tight. Once it's
over the sub, she has to lay down on her side. Everyone got that?
"Now when the sub goes down, the dom moves in and quickly hogties her.
When the sub's wrists and ankles are secure, then stand up with your
hands in the air and Kate will stop her watch. Kate is going to time
the event and you'll have twenty seconds to catch and tie the sub.
"Each dominant starts out with twenty points. Every second you take
catching and tying the sub is a point that you lose. For the subs,
every second that you elude the dom trying to rope you is a point that
you'll gain, up to a maximum of twenty. The points for the doms and
subs go towards each couple's total score, and we'll run through the
event twice today. A dom or sub that has a bad first run might get a
better score the second time around.
"Now, could you all stand in a line with your submissive in front of
you?"
Kent looks at the lineup of challengers. Lisa is at one end, to Kent's
left. Next is Brandi, then Peter, then Sam. The Major is at the other
end, to Kent's right. Kent reaches into his pocket and pulls out a
coin.
Kent: "Heads, the subs shift to my right." Kent points. "Tails and they
all shift left. Ready?"
Kent flips the coin into the air and catches it in one hand. He flips
it over onto the back of his other hand and he lifts his hand off it.
Kent looks, then holds the coin out to those close by to see.
Kent: "Tails. Take a step to my left, your right, ladies.
Myka steps forward as Marsha takes her place in front of Lisa. At the
direction of Kent, Myka walks past him towards the other end of the
line. Kent watches as the pretty Asian girl passes in front of him.
The Major's eyes visibly light up as he sees Myka approaching him. She
takes her place in front of him where Jane had been standing. Myka
gives her head a tiny flip as she turns before the Major, and her hair
brushes against his arms. His eyes briefly flicker down her back, down
that cascade of thick, long, black hair.
Kent: "Ok. I guess we're ready. Lisa, would you and Marsha like to go
first?"
Lisa and Marsha step forward. Lisa accepts the cowboy hat which Kent is
holding out to her. She places the hat on her head and tightens the
chin strap. Kent hands Lisa the long lasso and the short piece of rope
for tying the submissive.
Kent: "Now Marsha, I'll ask that you step through your wrist chain so
your hands can be tied behind you."
Marsha bends down to step through her chain. She rises with her hands
slightly behind her and her wrist chain stretched below her bum. Kent
places his hand on her shoulder.
Kent: "Now. When I raise my hand off you, Marsha, you start running and
Miss Kate will start the clock. After five seconds she'll call out, and
you, Lisa, will take off. Toss the lasso over the submissive, she'll
lay down, and you tie her hands and feet. Got it?"
Lisa: "Got it. Sir."
Kent: He gives Lisa a glance and a smile. "Ready? Set? GO!"
Marsha takes off running as fast as she can in her ankle hobble. She
gets nearly a twenty foot lead before Miss Kate calls time to Lisa. She
runs after Marsha with the lasso twirling over her head.
Lisa throws and Marsha tries to duck, but the rope comes down over her
head. Marsha stops and lays down as Lisa closes the distance. Lisa
falls to her knees beside her. She grabs Marsha's hands and brings them
together. Quickly, she gets the rope around both wrists and she makes a
knot, pulling it tight. Lisa reaches for Marsha's ankle chain to haul
her feet up to her bum.
Lisa bats Marsha's foot into place so her ankles are crossed, and she
holds her feet in place. She loops the rope around the sub's ankles. A
fast knot, and Lisa stands with her hands raised.
Kent: "Stop the time!"
Kate: She clicks the stopwatch. "Eleven seconds, Kent."
Kent: "Good time, Lisa. So, that's nine points for Lisa, eleven for
the couple of Marsha and Brandi. Brandi and Sue? You're up next."
Lisa unties Marsha and they return to the starting area. Sue steps up
to Kent and she bends down to step through her wrist chain. Lisa hands
the cowboy hat to Brandi, who puts it on. Kent looks at Sue.
Kent: "How are you feeling today, Sue. You up to this challenge?"
Sue: "Thank you for asking, Sir. I feel fine today. I don't know why I
felt so weak yesterday, but I'm ready to go now."
Kent: "Great."
Brandi takes the two ropes and puts the short one between her teeth to
hold it. She coils the long one up neatly in her hands and holds the
loop at the ready. Kent places his hand on Sue's shoulder.
Kent: "Ready? Set? GO!"
Sue takes off running, followed by Brandi five seconds later. Sue fakes
left and goes right. Brandi's throw misses the mark. She quickly
gathers in her rope and tosses it back towards Sue. This time it lands
over Sue's head.
Sue lays down as Brandi quickly moves in. Brandi uses one leg to bring
Sue's feet up at the same time as she ties her wrists. Then, Sue's
ankles are quickly lashed together. Brandi jumps up.
Kent: "Time!"
Brandi's time is thirteen seconds. Thirteen points for Peter and Sue,
seven for Brandi and Marsha. Sue is untied and the next team steps up,
Peter and Trish.
Peter: "Can I tie a slip knot in the short rope first, Kent?"
Kent: "That would probably make it easier for you to get the sub's
hands bound. Not this time, Peter, but we'll try it like that on the
next go around. Ok?"
Trish gets a good lead over Peter before he gets the call to go. Peter
sprints after Trish who's nearly thirty feet out into the clearing.
Trish tries to dive left, but Peter is prepared for that. He tosses
the lasso and it falls neatly over Trish's head and shoulders.
Peter grabs hold of Trish's ankle chain as he's going down. He holds
her feet up with his shoulder as he's lashing her wrists together. He
brings the rope back around her ankles and ties them off. Peter raises
both hands and stands. Ten seconds even.
Jane has the moves, and she ducks and rolls, causing Sam to miss on his
first throw. Jane leaps up and takes off the other way. Sam misses
again when Jane springs to one side. But Sam flips the lasso over, and
it catches her before she can run off again. Jane struggles when Sam is
trying to tie her feet, and he has to overpower the girl to get her
secured. Sam's time is eighteen seconds.
Kent: "That's just two points for you, Sam. Eighteen for the Major and
Jane."
The Major and Myka are next. The Major smiles as Myka steps through her
wrist chain. Kent takes a moment to arrange the girl's hair under her
chain so it doesn't get in the way of the Major's tying her hands. His
hand on her shoulder, Kent gives her the start.
Myka gets in a good head start, but the Major, twirling the lasso over
his head, quickly chases her down. He notes as her left foot digs in,
and he throws to her right. The rope comes down over Myka's head as
she's ducking to the side. Myka lays down.
In less than four seconds from the time she went down, the Major has
Myka's hands and feet bound closely together. He leaps up with his
hands raised.
Kent: "Time!"
Miss Kate: "Eight seconds, Kent."
Kent: "Great time, Major. That's twelve points for you. Do you all want
to take a break first, or head right into the second round?"
Major: "Let's do it."
Peter: "Yeah!"
Kent: "Ok."
Kent reaches into a pocket of his shorts and pulls out a deck of five
cards.
Kent: "Dominants, pick a card and line up in order with your subs
standing in front of you."
Peter gets the ace. Next in line are the Major, Lisa, Sam, and Brandi.
Lisa glances at the Major, standing to her right. Myka stands looking
skywards beside Jane. Kent takes out his coin and flips it.
Kent: "Heads, subs shift to your left, tails, step to your right."
Kent looks at the coin, then holds it out to those near him. It's
tails. Myka steps into the place vacated by Jane. She glances over her
shoulder at the Major, who's trying to hide the fact that he's grinning
from ear to ear.
Kent: "All right. Peter, and Jane. Would you like to go first?"
Jane steps through her wrist chain again. Peter ties a slip knot in the
short piece of rope. Kent takes it and examines it.
Kent: "Ok. We'll see how this works. Same drill, same scoring. Ready?"
Jane gets her start, and off she goes. Jane ducks Peter's first throw
but he catches her on his second try. He catches her ankle chain and
holds her feet up with his body. Peter is somewhat unprepared for
Jane's strength, or how much she's going to struggle. He takes a foot
to the side of his head, which knocks his cowboy hat off, before he's
able to gain control of the girl.
Bringing Jane's hands together behind her, Peter slips the rope around
both wrists and pulls it tight. He wraps the other end around her
ankles, ties it off, and he's up. Eleven seconds.
Peter unties Jane and he helps her stand up. He's rubbing his jaw on
the way back. Jane sees that she has hurt Peter.
Jane: "I'm very sorry, Sir."
Peter: "It's Ok, Jane. No harm done. I think."
Myka manages to elude the Major for a bit longer this time. She waits
for him to throw before ducking under the rope. Myka digs in and turns,
then runs towards the Major as he's gathering the lasso up to throw
again. He looks up, startled, and Myka feigns left, then goes right.
The Major throws and catches her around her neck.
Myka's time is twelve seconds. The Major bends to untie her hands and
feet. He gives the girl a hand getting up, and a little pat on the bum
as they walk back. Lisa sees this and she looks annoyed.
Lisa and Trish are up next. She misjudges her first throw and the rope
hits the back of Trish's neck. Trish dodges left. Lisa brings the
lasso around and throws. It lands over Trish and falls to her waist.
Lisa's time is also twelve seconds. Marsha manages to dodge Sam's
lasso three times before she's caught. Then he has trouble getting her
ankles together and tied. The time is sixteen seconds, giving Sam only
four points.
Sue manages to duck and weave past Brandi's first two attempts to catch
her with the lasso. On her third try, Sue dodges the wrong way and
runs right into the loop. Sue's wrists and ankles are quickly secured.
Brandi's time is fourteen seconds.
Kent: "All right! Great show, guys. Kate and I will add up the totals
now."
Kent and Kate confer over Kate's notebook for a while. After several
minutes, Kent takes the book and rejoins the contestants who are
sitting in the shade under a tree.
Kent: "We have the results. In first place today, are the couple of the
Major and Jane. Together they've earned forty nine points."
A little cheer goes up from the others, congratulating them for
winning.
Kent: "Second place, with forty six points, Peter and Sue. Third, with
forty points, Brandi and Marsha!"
Brandi gives Marsha a hug and a kiss.
Kent: "Lisa and Myka have earned thirty seven. Sam and Trish, twenty
eight.
"That's it, folks. Enjoy your day off tomorrow, and we'll see you all
on the day after."
Kent and Miss Kate pick up the ropes and the cowboy hat. Kate puts the
hat on her head. The contestants take the trail back to camp. Lisa and
Brandi lead, enjoying the freedom of not having the cuffs and shackles
on anymore. The Major has his arm around Jane's shoulders, but his eyes
are on the girl walking in front of him. Myka.
[Roll credits.] [Split screen with credits, show points totals.]
The Major and Jane 129
Peter and Sue 128
Lisa and Myka 105
Brandi and Marsha 97
Sam and Trish 96
[END Episode 9.]
"Next time on Surviver"
[The jungle. The camera zooms in to Trish, standing beside some bushes.
She has a short piece of bamboo in her mouth, between her teeth. It's
tied in place with a rope around the back of her head.]
[Two long narrow leaves stick up on either side of Trish's head,
looking like pony ears. She turns her head and the leaves turn with it.
Trish faces the camera and tries to grin around the bit in her mouth.
Her lips move, and she makes a kind of whinny sound like a horse.]
Voiceover: "It's pony time, on Surviver Island."
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