Episode  4.     SURVIVER          (C) dino 2001

[Start.]

[Voiceover and show scenes of island.] "Twenty people, ten dominant -
submissive couples, stranded on a tiny south seas island. Every three
days the couples will have to compete against each other in two
challenge competitions, for rewards, and for points. At the end of
twenty days, the five couples with the fewest number of points will
have to leave the island, while the rest will continue on for another
twenty days. In the end, the couple with the highest number of points
will be declared the winner, and will walk away with One Million
Dollars."

"Last time on Surviver:" [Run clips as the host, Kent, speaks.] "The
Major comes through, with meat for the group. He caught and killed one
of the pigs." [Show pig, hanging from a tree.] "While a few in the
group are upset by the gruesome sight, most of the others get busy in
helping to cut up the hog."

[Show pig carcass on the table.] The Major swings a machete down hard
on it's neck. The head separates from the body and rolls to the edge,
falling off into the sand. A cheer goes up from a few of the
contestants gathered around the table. [Quick clips of machete blows.
Show Edgar and Myka trimming roasts, chops.]

"The pig barbecue is a big success." [Show Marsha, eating some meat.]
Marsha: "Mmmmm!" [Show Kent driving up, chests of ice in the Jeep. Clip
of Kent Brockman, joining the feast.]

"That evening, a few of the dominants discuss their situation while
sitting around the campfire." Major: "We're rats in a maze. The rat
that climbs over the other rats gets the cheese."

"Next morning, while on a water run, Peter, Colleen, and their subs
find the volcanic mud pool." [Show clip: Peter and Sue in the mud
having sex. Colleen and John join them.]

"That day's challenge was a memory game played with cards. Pick the
right cards and win points or a reward," [Show rewards table.] "pick
the wrong ones, something not so nice." [Show pile of cuffs, handcuffed
subs. Clips of them trying to do things with two and three sets of
cuffs on.] "The submissives were forced to endure the more restrictive
bondage until the next day's competition."

"The points challenge was a sub hunt, played with paintballs. [Show
scenes from the hunt.]

"Lisa and Myka now lead in the points totals, followed by The Major and
Jane in second, and Peter and Sue, who've dropped into third. Stay with
us, as our survivers move closer to one of them walking off this island
with One Million Dollars."

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

05 seconds -     Airport: small plane taking off - classic over the
camera shot.

12 seconds -     Small plane flying over water - slow zoom to cockpit -
jungle drums begin building.

17 second sequence - ahead view, flying low over water. Plane banks
left, island comes into view as title music breaks in and dialogue
begins (see below). Pull up, camera tilts down, show fly over of
island, trees etc.

20 second sequence - show cast: head shots, 2 seconds each couple,
background is island shore as plane flies past.

11 seconds -     Night view of beach from point offshore: fast zoom in
to bonfire, chained submissives dancing around it. Expand title and
logo. Hold for 5 seconds.

Fade to black.

Intro Dialogue:

Island fly over: "Ten couples, stranded on a tiny south seas island,
forced to fend for themselves. Every three days the couples must
compete in two challenges, for rewards, and for points that will lead
to one of our couples winning a grand prize of One Million Dollars."

Show cast: "Within each of these couples, one person is in control
while the other person submits to that control. One is dominant while
the other is submissive. Each submissive is fitted with wrist and ankle
cuffs and chains which will hamper their movements, and which shall be
worn by them at all times while on the island."

Night view: "In the end, one couple will walk away as the sole
survivers."

[End episode intro.]


[Title: DAY ELEVEN.]

[Early morning's light, on the beach.] The Major, Peter, Sam, and their
subs, are doing exercises. They all move with a definite sluggishness
from eating the rich food for the past couple days. Sue and Trish have
small, round, purple and red bruises all over them. Jane was fortunate
to escape the paintball challenge without getting shot, so her body has
no such markings.

It's warm for early morning. The Major and Sam wear shorts, the others
are nude.

Sam: "Eating all that pork really slowed me down on the hunt yesterday.
At least you subs didn't have to run around much."

Trish: "Yeah, it was really easy to just stand there and get blasted
with paintballs!"

Peter: "We need to get back into shape if we want to win any physical
challenges."

Major: "How much of the pig is left?"

Peter: "Still lots for today. Maybe tomorrow too, if we take it easy."

Sam: "It's the ice that's going fast. I doubt that Kent will show up
with more."

Peter: "I heard Mark saying he wants to make a raft of some kind and
try fishing, out past the reef."

Major: "Fish is what we should be eating. Pork is too fattening."

Sue: "Tasty though."

Trish: "With fried potatoes."

Sue: "Dripping in grease."

Trish: "Mmmmm!"

Peter: "I'm hungry. When's breakfast?"

Back at camp, the others are awake and moving around. Edgar is frying
up some sliced ham in a pan over the fire. Brandi is whipping up a
dozen eggs in a pot, and Lisa is slicing up a couple of onions. She
takes the cooked meat and cuts it up while the onions are being fried.
All is mixed in with the egg, then cooked up into a big omelet. The
smells of cooking draws everyone near and they each take some fruit,
and a portion of the omelet, then sit down to eat.

A few of the subs look towards Jane with slight animosity when she sits
beside them with her food. Rusty's and John's balls are still smarting,
and Sierra's big tits ache like crazy. All from getting blasted with
paintballs, which Jane nicely managed to avoid.

Sierra sits on a log, picking flecks of paint off one ankle cuff. 

Sierra: "So, Jane. How come you didn't get shot yesterday?"

Jane: "The Major taught me that if the enemy can't find you, they can't
hit you. I dug in and waited it out."

Myka: "That was a good strategy. Your dom didn't waste shots on you and
the others couldn't score points off you."

John: To Myka. "I see that you didn't take too many hits."

Myka: "I hid too. Up in the rocks. Lisa and I talked before the
challenge, and I said that if us subs were allowed to assist our
partners in finding the others, then I should find a position up high,
near the action, where I could see where you all were."

Sierra: "So you were up there ratting us out?"

Myka: "Nooo. I was helping my mistress locate the targets. It Was a
competition, after all."

Nadine: "But us subs are suppose to stick together and help one
another out!"

Jane: "Wrong, Nadine. We're suppose to be working with our Masters to
make sure that he wins the money."

Nadine: "Well, Duh! But we still should be looking out for each other."

Myka: "No, Nadine. I don't think we should be deliberately trying to
fuck each other up, but my first duty has to be to make sure that my
Mistress wins the challenge. I can't help you if it means that Lisa
loses out on gaining points. This is a game, and we all want to win."

Rusty: "Well that makes my nuts feel a whole lot better."

A few of the subs look at him, then Sierra starts laughing. Her tits
begin bouncing and she quickly brings up her arms to cradle them.

Sierra: "Owch."

[A remote camera picks up Max and Sierra, after breakfast, walking down
the beach to check the mail.]

Max: "Dammit, Sierra. I had Trish lined up in my sights and you stepped
right in front of me!"

Sierra: "Yeah? Well we're in last place now. Nice shootin', Tex."

Max: "That gun I got wasn't shooting straight."

Sierra: "Oh come On, Max! You can't shoot for Shit! That wasn't one of
your crappy computer games, It wa. . . ."

Max grabs Sierra's shoulder and wheels her around to face him.

Max: "Don't you Fuckin' talk to Me like that!"

Max gives her a shove and she sprawls down on the sand.

Sierra: "You IDIOT!"

Max: "BITCH!"

Max goes down and slaps Sierra hard across the face. She throws a
handful of sand in his face. Max takes hold of one thigh and flips her
over, face down in the sand. He starts spanking her on the bum.

Max: "I'll," Whack "teach," Whack "you," Whack "some," Whack "manners!"

Sierra is holding on to her big breasts to stop them from bouncing
around at each of the hard spanks to her ass. Max pauses just long
enough to undo his shorts and kick them off his legs. He hoists
Sierra's ass up in the air and, kneeling behind her, he enters her.
Sierra's cunt is slick and ready from the rough foreplay.

[Voiceover:] "Some people like it rough, and Max and Sierra happen to
be two of those kind of people."

Sierra pushes back on Max's rock hard cock as it fills her pussy to the
limit. Max grabs a hip in each hand and starts giving it to his
submissive, hard and fast, pounding her with his big fuck tool.

Sierra's hands are in front of her, holding her face off the sand. Her
tits bounce freely, hitting her chin. The pain from the paintball
bruises on her breasts add to her delight from the sudden and base fury
of their coupling.

Max whips his head around with each thrust as he pounds into his sub.
His fingers dig painfully into her hips and he cums hard into her.
Sierra feels his cock grow within her and she clenches it tight within
her cunt. The added friction drives her over the top, and they both
orgasm together in a powerful flood of release.

[Cut to:] Max and Sierra have dragged themselves to a shady spot of
beach. Max lays against a log, Sierra, with her head on his chest. Her
face is flushed and they're both breathing hard from their exertions.
Max lowers his head to gently kiss Sierra on her forehead.

Max: "You're the greatest, Sierra."

Sierra: "I love you so much."

Max: "Weren't we out here to do something?"

Sierra: Thinks a moment. "The mail."

Max: "Oh yeah."

The two rouse themselves. Max gives his sub a hand getting up and they
continue down the beach toward the mail tree. Max reaches into the tube
and lifts out a scrap of paper. He scans the official results from the
sub hunt.

Max: "We picked up another two points from the hunt. We're at sixty
four now."

Sierra: "What's the top?"

Max: "The girls, Lisa and Myka. Ninety-six."

Sierra: "So we're only down thirty two points."

Max: "We can make it up."

Sierra: "We can, if you quit falling on your ass all the time."

Max: "WHAT! What Did You Say To ME?!"

[Camera zooms out.] Sierra takes off, but Max tackles her into the
sand. The two roll around a bit.

[Cue commercial. Mermaid Seas] / [Return.]

Back at camp, the contestants go over the points totals. Mark and Eddie
are down on the beach, working on making a raft. They have two big logs
with a bunch of thinner ones across, and they're lashing the whole
thing together with rope and vines. A few at a time, the others move
down to the beach to help out, or mostly, to sit around and watch.

The raft is ready and it takes four strong doms to lift it and carry it
into the water. Sam and Mark climb aboard. They both have flat boards
with which to paddle the thing, and they start making their way out
from the beach.

Several big waves bounce the raft up and down in the water. The
movement begins to loosen the ropes and flimsy vines, and soon, the
raft begins to fall apart. Sam goes into the water, followed shortly
after by Mark. The two wade ashore with raft pieces washing up behind
them.

Eddie: He sits with Mark and Sam amid bits of the raft. "Well that was
a big waste of time."

Mark: "At least we know what not to do."

Sam: "We need more rope, or something. We have to lash everything
tight together so the waves don't break it apart."

Eddie: "The Major's pig catching wire would work, but we're going to
have to eat again sometime. Besides, there isn't that much."

Mark: "Why don't we scout around a bit? We might find some wreckage of
something along the beach or in the jungle."

Sam: "There might be a beer store on the other side of the island!"

Eddie: "We don't have any money. They took it all when we came here."

Sam: "We could trade a pork roast for some."

Eddie: "Ok."

Mark: "Hey. What about finding something for the boat?"

Sam: "Ok, sure."

After a pork roast lunch with beans and rice, Sam, Mark and Eddie set
out to explore the island a bit. Sam has a machete strapped to his
belt and Eddie carries a jug of water. They walk north, along the
beach. A camera crew follows them.

Sam: "That road on the map yesterday, anyone get out that far during
the hunt?"

Mark: "I saw it. Just an overgrown trail. I guessed that it went to the
well and they brought in a truck of water along it."

Sam: "Did it look new, or was it here before?"

Mark: "Don't know. There were fresh cut trees, but it could have been
old. Why?"

Sam: "Maybe people have been here before."

Mark: "What? Like an old Army base or something?"

Eddie: "Could be."

The three doms continue down the beach until they see something of a
trail leading off into the jungle. Sam thinks that it leads to the
clearing where some of their challenges have taken place. They decide
to follow the beach a while longer.

The day is hot and the sunlight bright, so Eddie takes out a bottle of
sunscreen and applies some to his arms and chest. The others do the
same, and Eddie offers to do their backs. The other two men look at
him. Sam can't resist ribbing Eddie about his being gay.

Sam: "You're not going to enjoy this too much, are you?"

Eddie: He grins. "I'll try not to let my excitement show."

The doms cover their skin with the sun lotion and then move on.

They round a point of land and they see the wreck of something big, out
in the water. When they get closer they see that the sand has banked up
around the wreck and they can walk out to it. It might have been a
freighter, or a war ship, but the sea has reduced the thing to twisted
junk. The iron ribs are all that's left, standing tall, like the bones
of some great dinosaur.

Eddie pulls up some bits of wire but the insulation crumbles to dust in
his hands. The copper wire is also just green dust, oxidized by the
elements. Mark climbs into the hulk to find the footing precarious, so
the group decides to leave the wreck alone.

Mark: "There's nothing of use here."

A little further on and Mark stops and stands, peering into the jungle.

Mark: "See those trees? It looks like something big came through and
sheared them off. These rotted logs are all pointing the same way."

Sam: "Lets check it out."

The three turn into the jungle. The going is tough and Sam has to hack
at the dense undergrowth with the machete to clear a path. They find
more evidence of trees knocked down by something big crashing through
them.

A couple hundred yards in and they see the wreckage of a plane. Twisted
metal and shattered plexiglass, the hulk is barely recognizable as
such. The jungle has nearly reclaimed the remains, but on the side of
the fuselage can faintly be made out, the emblem of a Japanese Zero. A
fighter plane from the Second World War.

Eddie: "I bet there's piles of junk like this all over the place. This
area saw a lot of action back then."

Sam: "I bet the Major would like to see this."

Mark: "See anything worth taking?"

Sam: "Nope."

The wing tanks could have made great pontoons, if they weren't torn
open in the crash. The three follow the trail back to the beach.

[Cut to:] Back at camp, most of the girls are enjoying a relaxing day
on the beach. Brandi, Lisa and their subs are splashing around out in
the water. Edgar and Judith are fishing the reef with bamboo poles and
lines with hooks. They're using leftover pork roast for bait. Sue,
Nadine, and Trish, are laying on their wrap dresses on the beach,
taking some sun.

Nadine: To Trish. "You two have a cottage? Where abouts?"

Trish: "It's in central Pennsylvania, in the mountains near a little
town called Belleville. The whole area is hilly and it's really pretty
country. Sam's family owns seven thousand acres of mountains. That's
where the cottage is."

Sue: "Peter and I have been there. It's really isolated."

Trish: "It is. We don't get very many unexpected visitors."

Sue: To Nadine. "Ever do any outdoor bondage? Peter and I did once. We
rented a cottage in the fall when there aren't so many people around."

Nadine: "What did you do?"

Sue: "Well, no. I've never told anyone about this."

Trish: "You can tell us. We're all into this stuff. Go on."

Sue: "Well, the cottage came with a canoe, so we paddled around the
lake the first day. It wasn't such a big lake, but we found a couple
little rivers to explore. There were a few people around on the
weekend, but by Monday, we had the whole lake to ourselves.

"One day, Peter packed us a bag with some lunch and we set out to row
down one of the rivers. We got to a small waterfall and we could have
carried the boat around it, but Peter said, "Take off your clothes,
Sue." I looked around but we hadn't seen anyone else for two days, so I
did.

"It was mid September but it was a sunny, hot day. So there I was,
standing stark naked, outside in the open. Peter opened the bag and I
thought we'd just sit and have lunch. But he had other ideas. He pulled
our two sets of handcuffs out from the bag. "Peter! What are you
doing?", I asked. He said that he'd seen a map of the area in town and
there were no roads leading there, so we'd be alone. He was smiling,
and I knew that look, so I thought, "Well, what the hell." Deep down I
really wanted to try something like that anyway.

"So Peter had me sit down on a rock and he put one pair of cuffs around
my ankles. Then he had me put my hands behind me and he snapped the
cuffs on my wrists. There I was, naked and locked in cuffs, sitting in
the open on a rock. I wasn't minding it too much, especially after we
started fooling around. He's always so nice to me when I'm helpless
like that.

"He went to the bag and pulled out the Poloroid camera. I was really
horny by then so I posed for him, sitting on a rock in the bright
sunshine, handcuffs on my hands and feet. He showed me the pictures and
I had to admit, I looked pretty hot!

"Then he picked me up and carried me to a grassy spot beside the river.
He lay me down, and then he started to take his clothes off. We did it
right there, right outside in the open beside that little river. It was
really nice."

Marsha: "What happened then?"

Trish is listening to Sue with her eyes closed. She looks around to see
that a few of the other's have gathered around to hear Sue's story.

Sue: "Nothing much. Peter took the cuffs off my hands and we had some
lunch. Then, later on, he uncuffed my ankles and we paddled back to the
cottage. It was really nice though, being nude and locked up like that,
outside in the open."

Lisa: "Something like you all are right now."

Trish: "Yeah, but here we're not alone. It's different when there's
only Sam and I around. Here, there's you guys, and the camera crews
are always hanging around. Later on, when the shows air, they'll be
thousands of people watching us cavort naked on the beach all chained
up. It's not the same as when you're alone."

Colleen: "It's not as intimate."

Trish: "Right. Here, we're doing this for the show. Back home, we're
doing things only for ourselves. For our own enjoyment.

Nadine: "Plus here, in this setting, it's accepted that we walk around
naked and with chains on. Outside, any place else, there's the added
thrill of someone coming along and seeing you like that."

Trish: "I got a scare the first time I locked myself up outside. This
was before I met Sam. I was by myself and I almost got caught by a
bunch of guys. I ducked behind some bushes and I guess they didn't see
me because they walked right by. I thought that they would hear my
heart pounding, it seemed so loud. After they'd gone I was so hot, I
had to do something right then and there."

Myka: "I know that feeling."

Marsha: "Yeah, me too!"

[Cut to: Sam, Mark and Eddie, exploring the island.]

The three doms have almost reached the northern tip of the island by
now. [The steady drone of a motor can be heard.]

Mark: "You hear that?"

Sam: "Sounds like a generator. Let's have a look."

Past the next bay and they see a large boat leaving the island to head
out to sea. A bit further on and a dock can be seen, with large and
small boats around it. On shore, three gray trailers sit near the
beach.

Eddie: "This must be the production camp. Maybe we shouldn't be here."

Sam: "Hey, we're the stars of the show! We should be able to go
anywhere we want."

Mark: "Maybe we can steal one of their boats."

Eddie turns and looks right into the camera beside them. He mugs a wave
to the folks at home.

Eddie: "Sure! No one will ever suspect it's us that took their boat."

Sam: He grins. "Let's check it out."

A big generator purrs contentedly at the side of one of the trailers.
Wires and cables snake along the ground to the other two, to lights
down by the dock, and in the other direction, two thick bundles of them
lead off into the jungle. There are large tents set up in the jungle,
sleeping quarters for the crew and a dining tent.

The three doms peer into the window of the main trailer to see racks of
monitors and video equipment inside. Two men are at the console,
watching tape. Watching the sex scene between Max and Sierra actually,
shot earlier that morning.

Sam: "Jesus Christ."

Mark: "Lets check out the boats."

The camp seems strangely deserted as the three make their way to the
dock. Pulled up on shore, is a small open rowboat with an outboard
motor on the back. Sam climbs in and ducks down. He checks the gas.

Sam: "Full tank."

Mark: "Lets take it!"

Eddie: "Right."

Sam gets out and the three push the boat into the water. They man
handle the boat down the beach a ways, away from the camp, then climb
in. Sam looks into the camera.

Sam: "You coming?"

There's a pause, then a voice off camera says, "No. It's close to the
end of my shift."

Sam: He laughs. "See you tomorrow, then."

Eddie yanks the motor's rope and it fires right up. He drops it in gear
and gives it full throttle. The boat picks up speed and the camera
follows it's departure.

[Cut to:] Inside the editing trailer. Kent Brockman stands before one
of the monitors. On screen is seen the boat, with the three doms in it,
speeding away.

Kent: "So our resourceful dominants acquire a boat to help them gather
fish. Coming into this contest, they were told that they'd have to use
any means possible to survive on this island. Apparently, some think
that theft of property is an acceptable means.

"On the other hand, we know who has our boat. Perhaps the doms only
wished to borrow it for a little fishing expedition. In any case, the
use of the boat was to be a reward in one of our upcoming challenges.
Now, we'll have to think up a particularly nasty challenge for them to
complete, to earn them the continued use of it."

Back on the surviver's beach, the others look up at the sound of the
boat's motor. In it are Sam and Mark, with Eddie in back. Eddie cuts
the engine and lifts the motor up as the boat glides to a stop at
waters edge. The others gather around.

Trish: "Sam! Where'd this come from?"

Sam: "Uh, we found the production camp at the far end of the island.
The boat was there and there wasn't anyone around, so we took it."

Lisa: "You stole a boat from the production camp?"

Major: He has a big smile on his face. "Good work, men."

Lisa: "What are you talking about! We could get into trouble over
this!"

Major: "Maybe. But it's our duty to outwit the enemy. In war, you make
use of what you can get. And we're also meant to survive out here. The
boat will help us gather fish, and food is key to survival."

Edgar: "You say that there wasn't anyone around? So you just jumped in
and drove off?"

Mark: "Yeah. There was a camera watching us, but no one came running
out to stop us. So we took it."

Edgar looks at Judith. They both know that you need bait to catch fish.
Or crooks. 

Edgar: "That boat may have been planted there on the off chance that
one of us might come along and take it. We need to hide it."

Lisa: "Hide it?! What, are you nuts? They know we took it, they're
probably looking at the tape right now!"

Mark: "Besides, where are we going to hide a boat?"

Edgar: He points to an area of beach where the bushes reach close to
the water's edge. "Right there. We'll park it behind the weeds over
there and cover it a bit."

Major: "And when they ask, we deny any knowledge of it."

Edgar: "Right! Either they take it back, or they let us keep it. We
don't have anything to lose, and if they can appreciate the humour in
us trying to hide a boat, maybe they'll let us keep it."

Lisa: "You guys are all nuts."

Edgar and some of the others get busy in lashing up some poles and
branches as a hiding place for the boat. The boat is towed to the clump
of bushes and pushed between, then, the hurriedly built wall of leafy
sticks is placed in front of it.

In spite of the worried paranoia of some of the others, the afternoon
slips into evening without the stolen boat patrol descending on the
survivers camp. The fish that Edgar and Judith caught earlier are
cooked, along with some pork meat and the ever present rice, and the
group has it's evening meal.

Later on, before dark, Sam and Eddie take turns firing up the boat and
they take a few of the others for a quick ride, out past the reef and
back. Despite Lisa's earlier protests over the boat, she's smiling
widely as it roars out to sea with the wind whipping her hair around
her head.

That night, all of the group remain up and sitting around the bonfire
on the beach. Many of the contestants don't want to miss the action
when Kent and Miss Kate show up and making enquiries about a missing
boat. However, there are no visits that night from the marine police.
And so, the talk around the campfire eventually turns to sex. It's
Colleen who throws out a challenge to the others.

Colleen: "The hottest, or the wildest sex you've ever had. Who wants to
go first?"

Sue: "Doms only, or subs too?"

Colleen: "Any and all."

Trish: "It's your idea. You first."

Colleen: "Well, Ok. It was back before I met John. I was living in Utah
and going to the University there. A friend invited me to a party out
in the desert. At first I thought, "Ho hum, another frat party." But I
went along anyway.

"Well when we got there, the party was in full swing. There was a
truckload of beer, and drinks, drugs, anything you wanted. I'd told
myself that I wouldn't get loaded, so I stuck to the beer. At least
that was the plan.

"My friend comes up and says, "Here, eat this." I look in her hand and
there's this black, icky thing in it. "What's this?" I ask. "It's a
"magic" mushroom." she says. She opens her mouth and she's chewing one.
She swallows it and holds out her hand. "Take it." So I did.

"I'd heard of these magic mushrooms, they're like acid, LSD. Suppose to
be safer cause they're "all natural". Anyway, there's a band playing so
I go over and I'm just chillin' out, listening to the tunes. I don't
feel any different so I figure my friend got ripped off or something.

"Then I see this really hunky guy, just standing there alone, watching
me. He's got no shirt and he's just wearing some old, ratty shorts. But
I look again and he's got two leather cuffs on his wrists, just like
all you have on, and there's a chain between them. They're locked on
him with two little locks. "Hummm," I think, "What's this?" So I go
over to him.

"I get closer and he's looking at me. I guess the drugs finally started
working because all of a sudden it was just me and him standing there,
alone, in the middle of the dark desert. When I get near him he goes
down on one knee and says, "Mistress. You look Beautiful." And me, I
felt like a Goddess.

"I reach out to take his hand. "Come," I said, and he follows me. We go
off to a quiet place where we're all alone. I turned to him and he
hooks his hands in his shorts and pulls them down. He steps out of
them, then faces me. His cock was the biggest I'd ever seen and I knew
that I'd have to have it inside of me.

"I felt my fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons. "Please, Mistress,
allow me." So he starts to undress me, slowly, gently. I felt like
Queen Cleopatra standing there while this gorgeous guy served me. He
opened my shirt and he bent down to kiss my chest. When his mouth
touched my nipple, it was like a fire burning brightly there. I
remember pushing myself out to him. All I wanted right then was to feel
him inside me.

"He undid my skirt and slid it down my legs. Then he pressed his face
to my pussy. I parted my legs for him and his tongue touched me once,
right there. I nearly fell over as the feelings gripped me but his
hands held my waist, his chain pressed into my tummy, and he licked me
like never before.

"I was nearly delirious when he lay down on his back on the sand. I saw
him reach over to his shorts pocket to pull out a condom. He tore open
the foil and then rolled it down his massive tool. "Please, Mistress,
use this lowly slave for your pleasure," he begged. So I did.

"I straddled him and wrapped my hand around that big piece of meat. His
eyes rolled back and he moaned. I started to work it into me, taking it
in, inch by monstrous inch. I'd got him about half ways into me when I
started to feel a cum coming on. That's when he raised his hands and,
ever so gently, began rubbing my nipples. I lost it then.

"By the time that first cum was done I had three quarters of that huge
cock inside of me. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. "Thank
you, my Queen." he says, and I lowered myself a bit more. I bent down
and kissed him, then I started rocking myself back and forth on him.

"When I finally hit bottom his cock filled me completely. I could feel
it pressing up, deep inside of me. Another cum was building so I began
to ride that monster. Faster and faster I went, while he had his hands
on me, steadying me. His chain was slapping against my belly and I
grabbed hold of it and I came like I'd never done before.

"I came back to earth and I was sitting on this guy, his huge tool
still crammed inside of me. He looks into my eyes and in a pleading
voice he says, "Please, Mistress. Allow me to cum?" What a rush! This
fantastic guy is begging Me for permission to cum. So I says, "When I
cum again, you may," and I start riding his cock again.

"It didn't take long at all. I could see him trying to hold back for me
and I could feel his cum just boiling to get free. Then suddenly, I was
there. I clamped down hard on that big pole, and when I did, I could
feel it swell even bigger. He bucked his hips up once, and then let fly
with a cum so forceful I thought he'd shoot me right off him. Like
when Yogi bear sits on the geyser, you know? And the water shoots him
up in the air? I began to cum again, and it just never stopped. I must
have passed out from it all.

"The next thing I knew it was dawn, and my friend was shaking me awake.
"Jeese, Colleen. You get too drunk and pass out?" I looks around.
"Where's. . . uh. . . that guy?" "What guy?" she askes me. I never even
got his name. I asked around, but no one remembered seeing me with any
guy that night. I'd say to them it was some hunky looking guy with
shackles and a chain on his wrists, and people would then look funny at
me. I never did find out who he was, and I never saw him again."

The fire has died down, but no one wished to disturb Colleen's story by
fooling with it. After a few moments, Sue breaks the silence.

Sue: "Do you think it all might have been a hallucination from the
drugs, Colleen."

Colleen: "I thought about that, sure. But, down there, I was sore for
days after. I got fucked that night, of that there was no doubt. As to
the rest, that sweet, submissive guy, who knows?"

Eddie stands up to toss some more wood on the fire.

Eddie: "Ok, who's up next?"

Peter: "Let's hear from a sub."

Sierra: "I'll go."

Max: "Sierra!"

Sierra: "Remember our third date, Max?"

Max: He laughs. "Oh yeah. All right, go ahead."

Sierra: "We met at a play put on by a little theatre group. We just
happened to be seated next to each other. The play was about a girl who
got kidnapped by some terrorists and it was all kind of cerebral. One
of those things where most of it was this girl chained to a bed and her
talking about what goes on in the mind of a kidnap victim.

"Anyway, I found it quite interesting, and Max and I started talking
afterwards. He took me out for a late night drink. I never expected to
see him again so I started talking about how I liked that sort of
thing. Pretending to be kidnapped, being tied up and stuff. Well we
sort of hit it off, and he asked me to see him again.

"On our next date we just had dinner and talked. Mostly about general
things, where we worked, vacation spots, that kind of stuff. Max seemed
nice, and we had some things in common. He asked me out again. I
thought, sure, why not? He said, "Lets go for a drive up in the
mountains." Sounded like fun.

"So that weekend he picks me up and we drive up to a really pretty spot
overlooking a valley. We're walking along this trail, when all of a
sudden, two guys jump out and they grab Max and I. Max starts fighting
the one guy but he punches him hard in the stomach. It looked like a
hard punch. Max goes down. I start fighting the guy that's holding me,
but his friend and him hold me up against a tree. One guy takes out
this chain and he chains my hands behind me, tight to the tree. He's
got a lock and he clicks it through the chain. I'm stuck then, chained
up to a tree.

"Then they go to Max whose coming around. They start beating him and
yelling something about a password for some encrypted files! I have no
idea what's going on so I start yelling. One guy comes and ties a gag
tight in my mouth! Then they both haul Max off, leaving me alone and
chained to a tree in the middle of nowhere.

"Up at the top of the trail I hear doors slamming and a truck start up.
They drive off. It looked like the two guys took Max off someplace and
left me there, alone, chained up to a tree. I couldn't yell or nothing
cause of the gag, so I started to freak out! "Am I gonna die up here?"
I asked myself.

"I tried to get free of the chains but it was no use. All I ended up
doing was hurting myself. I couldn't reach the gag and I couldn't push
it out of my mouth. I was stuck like never before. But despite all my
struggling and the pain I was in, I was starting to get horny as hell.
Here's me, the chained captive, locked up tight to a tree. My biggest
fantasy has become a reality. All I could do, though, was rub my thighs
together.

"And so before too long I made myself cum. It was a fucking mindblower
of a cum, too. After, I'm standing there hanging from my arms and
trying to breath enough through my nose because the gag is all wet and
stuck tight in my mouth. My arms are killing me and my wrists hurt like
hell. So I stand up straighter and I lean against the tree.

"Now it's not being fun anymore. I keep trying to slip my hands out of
the chain but it's useless. There's no one around and I can't yell out
anyway. I start to think that maybe I'm gonna die up there. I start to
picture myself with my hands chained behind me to the tree. Then it's
Winter and the snow is falling and I'm getting buried in it. Then, next
Spring, I'm just bones, my hands still trapped in those chains. And
then I think, there's animals up here! They're going to start eating
me!

"I start to struggle again and I start to get hot again. I feel so
trapped and helpless, and all of a sudden I'm cumming again! Then I see
Max, standing there and watching me. He's got a key and he comes over
and releases me! I'm horny and so's he, so we do it right then and
there. And it was fantastic!

"After we'd done fucking, I ask him how he got away. He told me that
he'd understood what I was saying when I was telling him about my
fantasies about being kidnapped and tied up. And so he'd gotten a
couple of his drinking buddies to stage a kidnap scene, just for me. I
was furious!

"I said, "I could have choked and died there!" He told me that he was
watching me from a distance the whole time! I hit him, hard. Then he
slapped me, really hard. Before I knew it we were fighting like it was
to the death. I pushed him down and sat on him and I could feel his
cock under me. It was hard as a rock! And me? I was wet and ready too!
I yanked his pants down and we did it again. And that time was even
better than the one before!

"And we've been together ever since. People see one of us, or both of
us, with black eyes or bruises or scratches and they say, "Does Max get
violent with you? Are you two Ok?" I use to say that we like it rough,
but people don't understand. Even you, Peter, the first couple days.
Max was going to hit me and you stopped him. It would have been Ok, you
know. Because that's what we like to do, us two.

Max: "I get my share of bruises too. Sierra gives as good as she takes.
We know that one day we'll take things too far. So we both make the
effort not to let that happen."

Sam: "Well I'm not trying to be judgemental, but that is pretty
strange. Though, as long as you're both happy, I wish you the best of
luck."

Lisa: "Well I'd love to hear more, but it is getting late. We should
turn in."

[Murmurs of agreement.]

The fire is banked up for morning and the group calls it a night.

[Cue commercial. Home Showcase Promo] / [Return.]

[Title: DAY TWELVE.]

It's early morning. Kent stands before the mail tree.

Kent: "Our survivers have had a late night last night, telling tales
around the campfire. They're sleeping in this morning.

"I have today's challenge here," he holds up a paper. "One that we
weren't going to use. But with the theft of the boat yesterday, some of
us feel that a difficult challenge is needed to bring everyone's
attention back to why we're here. So, this is it."

Kent is smiling as he drops the paper into the mail tube. He gets into
his Jeep and drives off.

In the camp, Brandi is up and making the coffee. Her ears pick up at
the muffled sound of a Jeep making it's way along the back road. She
turns to Marsha.

Brandi: "Hear that?"

Marsha: "Mail call."

Brandi: "Lets go for a walk."

Taking a mug of coffee each, the two walk down to the beach. They
follow it South, towards the mail tree. Along the way, they pass by the
boat, still partly hidden amongst the weeds. Some of the branches
covering it have blown down in the night and they stop to rearrange
them.

Marsha: "Anyone can tell there's a boat under here."

Brandi: "Someone's gonna catch shit over this, and I'll bet it won't be
that putz Eddie. It'll be you subs that takes the brunt of it."

Marsha: "Who you gonna call when there's shit to clean up? A
submissive, that's who."

Brandi stops fussing with the branches covering the boat, and she turns
to her sub.

Brandi: "You're regretting entering this contest, Kitten?"

Marsha: "No. Not really. It's been difficult at times but I am happy
being here with you, Mistress."

Brandi takes Marsha in her arms and kisses her forehead.

Brandi: "You're strong, Marsha. We'll make it through this thing
together."

The two girls continue along to the mail tree. Brandi reaches inside
the tube and removes the piece of paper. On it, is printed:

Water and food, who shall get which
Points on the table, help scratch the itch
The clock is ticking, hurry up, fast,
 .     .     .     .     .

Brandi: "Something's weird."

Marsha: "The last line? This is suppose to be reward day."

Back at camp, the others search out clues in the challenge
announcement.

Sam: "It's a race against time, but for what?"

Edgar: "Beat the clock and they won't hang you for stealing their
boat?"

Eddie: "We didn't steal it, we borrowed it! We'll give it back, when
we're finished with it."

Judith: "Either way, it'll be us subs that catch the shit for it."

Sierra: "Sure. Water and food. We swim out to sea and drown while you
guys sit and eat, watching us. Sounds like fun."

With the promise of food in the challenge, everyone has a big breakfast
and then skips lunch. The challenge is set for up the beach, so in the
afternoon, the group heads out. Again, the day is hot and sunny. More
and more, the contestants are opting to wear nothing. Except for the
cuffs and chains on the subs, of course.

At a spot on the beach is set up a trestle, a long thick log for a top.
There's a big round table off to one side, and a large crate in front
of the trestle, a smaller one beside the table. Kent is sitting on the
trestle. Miss Kate is standing nearby.

Kent: "Welcome. Before we begin, I have some bad news for you all.
There was suppose to be a reward with this challenge, but it seems that
we've misplaced it. The use of a small boat and motor was to be today's
prize. If you all pass today's challenge, and the boat is found, it's
yours to keep until the end of the contest. Colleen!"

Colleen: "I. . . I haven't seen it."

Kent: "Nooo, I was going to ask you about the talk around the fire last
night. You and Sierra reveled some very personal details about
yourselves. Any comments?"

Colleen: "I, uhh, we use to tell ghost stories around the fire when I
was little. I thought it might be fun to get everyone talking."

Kent: "A nice idea. Some interesting revelations too. Thanks."

Colleen lets out a breath and looks around at the others.

Kent: "Ok. Now, today's competition isn't all that difficult or
strenuous. Before we start though, Rusty and John have a definite
disadvantage for the subs leg of the contest. Could the both of you
step through your wrist chains, please?"

The two male subs look around, then crouch down and step over their
chains. They stand, bringing their hands up behind them. Miss Kate
gathers the female subs together and there's a short chat, then she
goes over to Kent to whisper in his ear.

Kent: "All right. Apparently, a couple of the girls are disadvantaged
as well. Judith, and Myka, could you also step through your wrist
chains please?

"Now this challenge is in two parts, one for the subs to complete and
one for the dominants. The first part will take place here, with the
submissives bent over this trestle, and the doms part will be after, at
the table over there. Submissives, space yourselves out along the rail
and bend over it please."

The subs move to comply. The log is about hip high for them and the
taller ones spread their feet as far as the hobble chain allows, to
then bend over the trestle. John and Rusty's hands are behind them on
their bums, as are Judith's and Myka's. Ten naked bums glisten with a
sheen of sweat in the bright afternoon sun.

Kent: "Excellent!"

Kent moves to the large crate and opens it. A big cloud of what looks
like smoke puffs up. He lifts a plastic coffee cup from within, and
holds it out before him.

Kent: "Each dominant will get a pail with an equal amount of ice
cubes." He lifts a couple from the cup. "They are small and round and
quite cold. The object is to melt your ice as fast as possible, using
your sub as a source of heat.

"You can place the ice cubes on them or under them. You can have your
sub eat them, or you can stuff them into any handy orifice on your sub.
John and Rusty, lacking one of said orifices, may use their hands to
hold some ice against their backs. Judith and Myka have their monthly
flow now, and I think we'd all prefer if they didn't remove their
tampons, so they may also hold ice in their hands or against their
backs. All the others may NOT use their hands in any way. They must be
left hanging down in front of you.

"If your sub falls off the trestle, you're out of the game. If you drop
some ice, you must immediately pick it up and place it into your pail
or on, or in, your sub.

"The first couple to get rid of all their ice gains fifteen points.
The second gets ten, and third gets five. You have six minutes to
complete this challenge. If anyone still has ice left after that time,
the reward, which at the moment is "missing", is forfeit. Any
questions?"

Condensation clouds have stopped rolling out of the crate, which held
some dry ice to keep the pails of ice cubes cold. Kent looks inside and
sees that the ice on the tops is just now beginning to melt.

Kent: "Dominants, come take your pail of ice."

Each dom moves past the crate and takes a pail of ice.

Sam: "Can We eat any of the ice, Kent?"

Kent: "Nope. You'll get to eat something later, though. You can only
touch the ice when you're holding it against your sub's skin, or are
putting it someplace."

All the doms are now lined up behind their subs, the pails of ice on
the sand beside them. Kent pauses a moment, to allow the ice to warm up
a bit. He watches the condensation on the sides of the pails get lower
and lower as the metal pails absorb some heat from the air, and from
the sunshine. Anticipation builds within the subs, bent over the rail
with their bums in the air.

Kent: "Survivers, ready? GO!"

Each dom takes a handful of ice and brings it to their sub. Pussies
are the first to get ice pushed into them, and some cubes are brought
down to the subs faces for them to eat. Eddie places a handful of the
round icecubes on Rusty's back for him to hold, and then starts
stuffing ice into his butt. Colleen follows Eddie's lead and begins
pushing the ice into John's asshole.

Sam pushes cubes between Trish's tummy and the rail and then puts a few
on her back. She's chewing two ice cubes. The crunch, crunch, of ice is
heard coming from several of the subs. Sue calls out for more, and
Peter lowers three more to her mouth. She quickly sucks them off his
hand.

A cube pops out of Judith's asshole and Edgar picks it up and replaces
it. It's covered in sand, but he pushes it up deep inside her and then
adds three more.

Kent: "Half time, folks. Three minutes left."

Mark feels inside Nadine's pussy and asshole with a finger. Empty, he
loads her up again. Myka yells out in pain as Lisa pushes ice cubes
into her bum hole, one after another. Jane is swallowing the cubes
whole, and the Major is giving them to her at both ends as fast as he
can. Water is dribbling from pussies, bums, and dripping off the subs
bodies as the ice on them melts.

Max's pail is empty and so is Eddie's. They gather up loose cubes off
their subs bodies and hurriedly stuff them wherever they'll fit. Sierra
calls to Max to give her some and his hand goes to her mouth with three
more. Eddie scoops up the remaining cubes off Rusty's back and shoves
them up his bum. Kent is ready, and he helps Rusty stand up. Sierra
lifts herself off the rail. A cube falls from her pussy and Max reaches
for it, then packs it back in.

Eddie and Rusty come in first, followed by Max and Sierra. Sam and
Trish take third. Sue and Jane look rather ill.

Kent: "Great job, guys! We'll take a short break, if you subs want to
soak in the warm water for a while."

Most of the subs go down to the water and lay in the warm shallows. Sue
and Jane are coughing up ice cubes. After a ten minute break, most of
the subs have recovered enough to begin part two of the challenge.

Kent and the others gather around the round table. There are ten chairs
around it, and the doms take their seats. Kent orders the subs to kneel
in the sand, beside their masters. Kent moves to a box nearby and opens
it. He lifts out a covered plastic meal tray, the kind you'd get on an
airplane.

Kent: "All right. The chef at our production camp has prepared a
special meal of local delicacies, just for you dominants. In a moment,
your subs will come over here and bring you your tray. Please don't
lift the cover until I give the word.

"You'll eat everything on the plate as fast as you can, and the first
to finish gets fifteen points. Next ten, then five. You all must finish
eating everything you've been given, within one minute, and the reward
of the boat which we've lost someplace, is yours. Any one of you
doesn't finish, or chokes, or barfs, and you don't get the boat, which
we don't have at the moment. Submissives?"

The subs stand up and move towards Kent and the box of trays. Kent
hands each of them one, and they return to the table and place them
before their masters. Sue was first in line and she kneels back beside
Peter's chair. The others take her cue and also kneel, after delivering
their masters trays.

Kent: "Ok, everyone ready? When you're done eating everything, stand
up with your mouth open wide. You must swallow every bite.

"Contestants, ready? GO!"

As one, the doms lift the lids to the trays. Brandi, Lisa and Colleen
shriek in unison. There, on the plates, squirm three disgusting black
worms, three big, fat, white, awful looking grubs, and curled around
the writhing mess is a slimy looking octopus tenticle.

The Major is quick to recover from the shock and begins to chow down.
The others dig in too. Lisa picks up a fat, juicy grub and pops it into
her mouth. She barely manages to not throw up right then.

Kent: [Voiceover.] "The white grubs are a delicacy among the natives of
these islands. [Camera shot of a tray.] The long black worms are
pineapple beetle larvae and are said to taste of the sweetness of the
pineapple fruit. And the octopus tentacle, well, normally is cooked in
a stew of some kind. Here, they are raw."

Mark has discovered that if you don't look, it's not as bad. Brandi
too has her eyes closed and is eating the slimy tentacle with a gusto.
It is she who finishes first, followed by Mark. The Major comes in
third. Sam, Lisa, and Colleen all look like they're going to puke. It's
close, but they don't. All finish eating before the end of the one
minute is up.

Kent: "Well done, contestants! Congratulations to Brandi, who has
finished first. I'd give some of you a ride back in the boat, but we
don't seem have it here right now. However, I'll stop by this evening
with a drum of gasoline, in case it shows up later. We'll see you
tomorrow, for the next competition. Have a good night."

The group heads down the beach and back to camp. They don't get far
though, before both Sam and Colleen peel off into the woods for a good,
long, upchuck. Jane, Sue, and a few of the other subs, don't feel all
that well either from being stuffed with the cold ice.

Most of the doms aren't all that hungry when they get back to camp, but
a light meal of mostly fruit is prepared. The survivers spend a quiet
evening down on the beach.

The group sit around the campfire. From time to time a sneeze is heard
coming from one of the subs, and the doms mostly pick at their plate of
food.

Lisa: To Sam. "Eating that crap was the most disgusting thing I've ever
done. You don't think that was punishment for taking that damn boat?"

Sam: "All I'm saying is that, so far, for a contest with a million
bucks at stake the challenges have been pretty easy."

Judith: "Oh yeah! That rope race was a breeze. I've still got ass rash
from it."

The flash of headlights and the roar of a motor signal the approach of
Kent's Jeep. He drives past the bonfire to park on the other side,
right near to where the boat lays "hidden" in the weeds and branches.
Getting out, he moves towards the group.

Kent: "Good evening, survivers. I've brought the drum of gas for your
boat. Mind if I sit for a while?"

Peter and Sam shift over on the log they're sitting on to make room for
Kent.

Kent: "Everyone all right after the challenges this afternoon?"

Judith sneezes twice, loudly. The Major burps and farts at the same
time. A few groans are heard.

Kent: "I see. I want you all to know that the ice cube challenge wasn't
my idea. I wasn't going to use that one, but the network executives
didn't feel that your taking the boat was as humorous as I did. They
insisted that something be done about it, and the ice challenge was
ordered."

Lisa: "And eating the bugs?"

Kent: "That was something we'd planned on doing. Sorry."

Eddie: "What about the boat?"

Kent: "The boat is yours to use for the rest of the contest. You all
did win the use of it today, despite the rather arduous tasks we set
up for you. But please, no more raids on the production camp. Ok?"

Eddie: He looks around and sees agreement in the others. "All right."

Kent: "I'll save us all a trip to the mail tree, by telling you that
tomorrow's challenge is an obstacle course race. You'll all run the
race together and the first three to finish win points. Now, could some
of you help unload the gasoline?"

Everyone looks to Eddie, Mark and Sam. The Major lets out a loud fart.
The three stand to help unload the heavy drum off the Jeep. Then, Kent
gets into the Jeep.

Kent: "Enjoy the boat, guys. You've earned it."

The group sits by the fire for a while longer before Peter suggests
that they turn in early, to rest up for the race tomorrow. During the
night, trips to the toilet are frequent, and after midnight a heavy
rain starts up. But the contestants are dry in their shelter as the
rain drums on the tarp over their heads. Later on the rain lets up, and
the remainder of the night passes peacefully.

[Title: DAY THIRTEEN.]

[Dawn.] Edgar takes the boat out early. He lets the tide carry him out
past the reef and he's dragging two fishing lines. He hooks three very
nice fish for the group's breakfast. The Major and Jane meet him when
he motors back, and Jane is drafted to clean the catch. Most of the
contestants are feeling better by now, and the morning meal of fresh
fish helps to raise everyone's spirits.

Peter: "Major, what do you think about the obstacle course? Kent didn't
say much about it."

Major: "Well a regulation obstacle course is pretty strenuous. I doubt
that most of you would make it. Even I am not in the kind of shape I
once was. It takes guts and stamina to run a course like that."

Sue: "Us subs can't climb over walls and stuff with these chains on."

Trish: "Maybe there's a course for us and a longer one for the doms."

John: "Or one for us, and the doms get to watch us struggle."

Judith: "Probably."

Lunch is a stir fry of the last of the pork meat, rice, and pineapple
with wild onions. A patch of something like sweet potatoes was found by
Rusty and one is cut up, then added to the mix. John is picked to cut
up the pineapple, since none of the others wish to encounter one of
those black, worm things, possibly lurking inside.

After the meal the group relax for a while. The day is cloudy and not
so hot, so most of the doms are wearing shorts and tee shirts again.
Shortly before one, the group heads down the beach.

[Camera in helicopter, fly over the course.]

The site of the challenge is a long spit of sand that extends out to
sea. The shipwreck is further down the beach and it's bones make an
ominous backdrop for the course. On the strip of sand is seen the
various obstacles that make up the race course. Markings in the sand
delineate ten lanes.

Three markers are standing up at the end of the course, marked first,
second and third. Brent Hastings is standing there, and he waves to the
camera in the helicopter as it flys past.

[Camera on Kent.] The couples assemble around Kent, who's standing
before a covered table. Miss Kate is with him.

Kent: "Welcome to the site of your eighth challenge competition. The
race is an obstacle course and you will all be running it at the same
time. The obstacles are wide enough, or there's ten of them, ten rope
swings, so we can run it with all of you together.

"Get to the end, both dom and sub place both of your hands on the poles
that are there. First, second and third. The points are twenty, fifteen
and ten. Miss Kate?"

Miss Kate lifts the cloth covering off the table. A pile of shiny steel
handcuffs is seen.

Kent: "Each sub will be cuffed to your dom. Doms, the cuff goes on your
dominant hand, that is, if you're right handed, your right wrist is
cuffed to your sub's left hand. Eddie, you're left handed so you get
the cuff there, to Rusty's right."

Miss Kate goes down the line of doms and subs, snapping cuffs on them.
She double locks the handcuffs, for safety reasons of course.

Kent: "Each couple will have to work together as a team to finish this
course. The starting line is over there." Kent points to a line in the
sand. "Pick a lane, and line up now."

There is some jostling as a few try to gain the middle lanes. Finally,
everyone is ready.

Kent: "Challengers, ready? GO!"

The doms find the going slow with the chained subs in tow. They all
make the first obstacle together, three big logs placed one after
another. The sub's ankle chains are barely long enough for them to step
over them.

The Major and Jane lead going into the next obstacle, a low netting
stretched across the sand. They all have to crawl under it for fifteen
feet. Sand flies as the couples struggle to make it through. Lisa and
Myka emerge first, followed by the Major, and next, Mark.

Next up, the balance beam. Six inch wide boards are raised up six
inches off the sand. The couples must cross a fifteen foot span without
falling off. It's tough going for the subs, with the ankle chains, and
a few doms are getting impatient with them for slowing them up. Max
jerks Sierra's wrist a bit too hard and she slips and stumbles off the
board.

Kent: He shouts to Sierra. "Get back on where you are and continue on!"

Max and Sierra lose precious seconds.

A stretch of sand covered by water. Overhead, high towers support ten
ropes that hang down, the ends draped over a waist high trestle. The
couples must climb over the trestle and then, taking the rope, swing
over the water.

Sam and Trish now lead. Trish flops over the rail, Sam has hold of the
rope. Trish grabs hold and they run, then lift their legs. They make it
across the water. The Major and Jane are next. Jane's hand slides on
the rope and the handcuffs dig painfully into both their wrists. The
Major looses his grip and they drop, but make the sand on the other
side. The Major recovers and he urges Jane onward.

The others have crossed the rope swing. It's a fifty foot run across
the sand and then a low pipe to crawl through. The tubes are three feet
high and ten feet long. The tubes on the sides of the course are angled
towards the finish posts.

Mark and Nadine loose time when Nadine goes into their tube first. She
can't bring her cuffed hand back far enough for Mark to enter the tube
with her. Her leather cuffs and wrist chain won't allow it. So they
must exchange places and Mark goes in first, then Nadine. Others see
this and follow accordingly.

Sam and Trish emerge first from their tube and they sprint to the
finish. They're followed closely behind by the Major and Jane. Sam and
Trish's hands fly out to touch the post marked 1'st. The Major and Jane
hit the one marked 2'nd.

It's almost neck and neck for third, with Edgar and Judith having a
slight lead over Colleen and John. Brent watches closely as eight hands
fly towards the third place pole. It's Edgar and Judith by a fingertip!

A cheer goes up from the winners as they congratulate each other.
Everyone is breathing hard from their exertions during the strenuous
course. Kent shakes the hands of the winners, while Kate and Brent
begin unlocking the cuffs from everyone.

Kent: "Good race, guys! Congratulations to our winners."

Kent waits for the group to settle down.

Kent: "Before we leave, I have an announcement to make. The next three
days of the contest will be a little different for you all. Please
check the mail tree tomorrow morning. You'll find more information
there about the next two challenges, and some materials that you'll
need. Thanks for coming out today, and I'll see you all in a couple of
days."

[Camera chopper takes off, follows the group as they walk along the
sand spit past the race course.]

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

The Major and Jane         105
Sam and Trish              100
Lisa and Myka               96
Edgar and Judith            93
Brandi and Marsha           90
Eddie and Rusty             89
Mark and Nadine             87
Peter and Sue               85
Max and Sierra              74
Colleen and John            72

[END Episode  4.]

"Next Time On Surviver:"

[Show a book, on a red velvet cloth. Cover flips open, pages turn,
blown by an unseen jet of air.]

[Voiceover:] "We take you now, to a place far, far away."

[Run clips, scenes from movies, TV shows. Stock footage.]

A scene of a castle, guards standing outside. Move through entrance to
the center court, crowded. A slave auction, a woman chained to a post.
Men, dressed in thick cloaks. Women naked and in chains. Serving them,
kneeling at their feet. [Cut to:] A woman in chains, doing a seductive
dance.

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