ESPC’s continues to expand on its adult oriented events with a game show like challenge with a survivalist’s twist. They are looking for thirty willing participants to participate in a pair of 15-day contests to be run simultaneously. In separate competitions, fifteen men and fifteen women will be flown to two remote Pacific tropical islands. With just the clothes on their backs, they will compete for a $10,000 prize and the titles of “Outdoors’ Man” and “Outdoors’ Woman” of the year. Numerous hidden cameras have been placed around the island and live camera crews will visit every day for the filming to be broadcast the following evening. Of course, the event will coincide with “sweeps weeks”.
The competition is spiced up in that each day the participants will must choose one player from each island who must strip for the rest of the of the competition. Violence and sexual favors are forbidden and the camera crew can not help the players except in cases of severe injury. The best male and the best female player who display the best survivalist’s skills each twenty-four hour period will win equipment that will help them.
If the show is a success
ESPC says they will seriously consider a monthly contest starting in the
spring. Based on the other adult-oriented success,
this report predicts this competition will draw the public’s interest like
flies to sugar.
Susan was a
survivalist who had taken off on more than one occasion for a week into a
remote area. She was used to getting by on her own
resources and at thirty-two was in the best shape of her life. Regular workouts at the gym helped with her physical conditioning,
but the hike and mountain climbing were what made life worth living. On more than one occasion she had spent some time in only
the skin she had been born with, but she had usually been alone. As she read the entry form on the Web for the “Survivalists’
Challenge” she just knew she could win.
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The letter had
come last week that asked her to attend an interview for the “Challenge”. She had immediately called the number and set up the interview. She now sat in the outer office of an office rented by
ESPC for interviews in the Seattle area. The wait
was not long and she was escorted into the office.
“Hello, Miss
Clark. How are you doing today?” asked
a middle-aged man in an expensive three-piece suit.
Susan shook
his hand and took a sear. “Just fine.”
“My name is
Robert Mulligan. I am one of the organizers of the
Challenge. What makes you think you can compete successfully?”
“I’ve spent
a lot of time in the wilds of Washington, Oregon and British Columbia. I’ve done white-water rafting and have guided others through
the mountains. I have solo climbed several mountains.”
“Will you have
any problems getting off from work?”
Susan saw that
while she answered Mr. Mulligan’s eyes often wandered. First
he looked down to her knees and calves that were revealed by her above the
dark knee length skirt. She crossed her legs and hoped
her shapely athletic legs would help her get into the competition. When she saw his eyes wander up to her chest she straightened
her back. The opaque blouse covered her to the neck
but did not hide her large firm breasts. She knew
she looked both fit and attractive, two attributes she felt were desirable
to ESPC’s competition.
“No. I’m a contract programmer. I can
arrange for the time off without a problem.”
“Do you have
the record of a recent physical examination by your doctor?”
“Right here”
asked Susan as she handed over the medical forms.”
Mr. Mulligan
took several minutes to review the forms and her application. At the end of that time he stated “Everything seems to
be in order. You will be put into the drawing for
the final selection. If you are not in the first drawing,
can we use you for some of the other anticipated later in the year?”
“If the conditions
and rewards are the same, of course.”
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Day 1
“Well, here
I am.”
Susan watched
as the boat pulled away from the beach. She stood
with the other fourteen young women. The island was
very remote with deep blue ocean on all sides. According
to the map they had been shown the only other land around was the island
being used for the men’s competition, and that was ten miles away.
The other women
were a mixed bag of women in their twenties and thirties.
They were tall and short, fair and dark, slim and full-bodied. The only thing in common they had was that they were all
in good shape with attractive figures. They were all
clothed in the standard ‘uniform’ provided by the coordinators; a loose long
sleeved shirt and a pair of Bermuda length shorts. No
other clothing had been allowed to prevent anyone from sneaking tools and
food onto the island. Susan realized she was the shortest
of the competitors, but she felt her five foot two tight body was as fit
as the best of the others.
With few words
the women split up to explore the island. Within a
couple of hours they had covered most of the small island and had found the
fresh water spring. Some wild banana, pineapple and
coconut had been gathered. Even if they did not share
the fruit, no one would starve. Susan asked a few
of the others if they wanted to share a shelter.
Courtney, the
tallest of the group, responded in a superior manner and dismissed her suggestion
with disdain. Bobbie Jo, a fair skinned southern belle,
reacted favorably and the two set out building a lean-to.
Using shredded leaves as pieces of string they constructed a frame
and covered it with palm fronds. They proceeded to
line the ground under the lean-to with soft leaves for bedding.
Bobbie Jo suggested
that they take a dip at the lagoon to wash off the sweat they had worked
up. Susan felt that they should work on getting a
fire going, but agreed that a quick dip would be refreshing. At the beach Susan was surprised as Bobbie Jo quickly
removed her shirt and shorts and waded into the gentle wave. Susan, remembering the camera crews that would be around,
waded in with her clothes on. The warm tropic water
was refreshing and rinsed the sweat from their bodies.
Bobbie Jo was
the first to step from the water and moment later she screamed. Susan ran from the gentle surf to find Bobbie with her
shirt in hand.
“Are you okay? What’s the problem?” asked Susan.
Bobbie was quieter,
but still worked up. “My shorts are missing. Someone must have taken them.”
“Poor girl”,
thought Susan. “The contest hasn’t even started and
she’s already losing her clothes.”
Susan helped
Bobbie Jo look around but the shorts were nowhere in sight. Bobbie Jo had to settle for putting on her shirt. The long loose tails hung down over her ass and pussy,
but each step she took flashed a bit of her womanly charms. Bobbie Jo was very subdued as they walked back to their
lean-to. Susan left her at the lean-to and started
gathering dry wood and kindling for the fire. She
had returning with the third load when she found a small fire burning in
a cleared area in front of the lean-to. Bobbie Jo
was still embarrassed by her lack of shorts, but she had cleared a small
fire pit and started the fire. Small stones and shells
surround the shallow pit and the fire was already burning down to coals.
The two women
talked as the late afternoon turned into evening. Bobbie
Jo was just out of college and had been taking her time looking for a job
as she lived off her family’s wealth. Susan thought
she was a sweet girl, but did not see where she had the experience to succeed
in the competition. “Although she did get the fire
going with the use of matches.” Susan shook her head
and put the thought out of her head.
As the night
fell most of the women around the spring turned in early.
Susan thought it had been an active day and, with many more to follow,
she curled up on her bed of leaves. Bobbie Jo stretched
out on her own bed and was soon snoring loudly. Twice
during the night Susan had to nudge Bobbie Jo to get her to roll onto her
side and stop the thunderous snores.
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Day 2
The day started
with ‘housekeeping’. Firewood was gathered, the lean-to
strengthened and more fruits were gathered. Bobbie
Jo showed some surprising abilities and made two small spears that she hoped
to use to catch fish. She sharpened the tips on a
rock and fire hardened them. Susan’s view of Bobbie
Jo took rose.
At noon each
day an air horn was blown and the women gathered at the beach where they
had arrived. Bobbie Jo had arranged the tails of her
shirt in a hopeless effort to cover her ass and crotch. If
anything, the constantly flashing shirttails drew attention to the exact
parts Bobbie Jo wanted to hide.
The ladies contest
coordinator was a six foot two hunk in a pair of long shorts. From the glances he got from most of the ladies, he would
have had no trouble getting a partner it he chose to stay the night. “Okay, ladies, its time for a vote.” He
asked each of the players to vote for the worst and the best survivalist
among them.
“The votes are
final. The best survivalist her is Ellen. As a reward she gets this fine knife.”
I looked like one of those K-bar style knives and Susan knew it would
be helpful. She had a similar Navy Seals style knife
that she used when she was when she backpacked. “The
worst survivalist is….Tania.” Tania was a dark-haired
slim-waisted twenty-three year old of about five foot five. Her most prominent features were a pair of 34C breast
that were magnificent above a small waist. Her breasts
were soon even more prominent as she unbuttoned her shirt and handed it to
the coordinator. She paused with a fleeting look of
embarrassment and fear before dropping her shorts down her legs. She knelt with her legs together to retrieve the shorts
before handing them over.
Thinking the
day’s announcements were completed the women started to wander off and talk,
but the coordinator called them back.
“There is one
more thing that we must do. As you know there are
camera hidden all over the island. Yesterday, the editors
spotted an act of theft against Bobbie Jo Manning. We
know who the theft is and will not stand for it. Courtney
Billings, front and center.”
The last was
shouted in a tone that would do any Marine drill instructor justice. Courtney, the tall blond, walked forward. Her bouncy full head of hair hung passed her shoulders. She tried to maintain the smug manner she had had the
prior day, but her lower lip was trembled.
“Courtney, the
rules of the contest were quite clear. We have no
choice but to punish you. Give me your shirt.”
Courtney was
slack jawed and she started to protest.
“Not one word
from you if you want to keep those shorts.”
Courtney unbuttoned
the shirt. With the shirt fully unbuttoned, but still
hanging over her breasts, she stopped as if her hands refused to move. Her look was one of mortification and she was chewing
on her lower lip. She saw the stern look on the coordinator’s
face and saw no compassion or even pleasure at her pending toplessness. She took a deep breath and let the shirt drop down her
arms. As her breasts came into view it was obvious
from her lack of tan lines that she seldom, if ever, wore a top when she
was tanning. Courtney’s hair was too short to cover
her breasts and only tended to draw attention down to her full breasts. These tanned tawny mounds quivered in full view of everyone
for five seconds before she covered her nipples with her hands and ran into
the foliage.
Bobbie Jo did
not look like she had enjoyed Courtney’s unveiling, but she stepped toward
the coordinating and raised her right arm. Her shirttail
rose in front and left her pussy completely uncovered. For
the first time the coordinator reacted to a feminine charm. When he smiled at Bobbie Jo, he eyes dropped and suddenly
Bobbie Jo realized what she was exposing. She dropped
her arm and blushed, but spoke up anyway.
“Since you know
she took my shorts, can I have them back now.”
Bobbie Jo’s
blush deepened at the answer.
“We have punished
the theft. If you want your shorts back, you will
have to find them yourself.” He continued in a louder
voice to make sure everyone could hear him. “Bobbie
Jo’s shorts are now fair game to everyone except Courtney.”
Without another
word the coordinator dismissed the women, climbed back into his small motorboat
and motored away.
The rest of
the day Bobbie Jo was depressed, but she did her share of work. She feared she would be unable to find her missing shorts. Susan tried to talk her out of it.
“Look, you knew
that was a good chance you would end up naked. You
seem to be bright if somewhat naïve. If seen you working
on your spear and realize you must have some experience, so break out of
it.”
Bobbie Jo perked
up some after that and even agreed to try to spear some fish for dinner. Susan watched her firm ass as Bobbie Jo trotted off toward
the tidal pools near the beach. Susan decided to try
her hand at making a crab cage. She worked for a couple
of hours until Bobbie Jo returned smiling. She had
four small fish that would be just perfect for dinner. Bobbie
Jo did a good job of cleaning and filleting the fish using a seashell she
sharpened on some rocks.
While the fire
was started and burning down to cooking coals, they worked together on the
crab cage. When it was time Bobbie Jo did a knockout
job cooking up the fish. On a full stomach the two
decided to turn in early and fell asleep just the sun was setting.
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Day 3
Susan woke to
find Bobbie Jo already up and preparing fruit for breakfast. Susan saw that Bobbie Jo had fashioned grass skirt that
almost reached her knees. This simple, but not completely
effective garment raised Bobbie Jo’s spirits. She
looked comfortable walking around even though the swinging grasses gave frequent
glimpses of her most private parts.
The two women
were eating breakfast near the spring when Courtney approached. Courtney looked nervous and covered her breasts with her
hands. With a look like that of a frightened doe she
knelt down to drink the cool clear water from the small pond fed by the spring. She moved her hands as she leaned forward on some rocks
leaving her tanned breasts to hang uncovered. She
dipped her face into the water and jumped as her nipples touched the cool
surface. Giggling was heard from a clump of nearby
foliage. Courtney tried to cover her naked breasts
but lost her balance.
SPLASH!
Courtney fell
face first into the pond. The water was shallow and
Courtney was coughing as she found herself sitting in about a foot of water. Her water soaked hair clung tightly to her head and neck. Each cough caused her breasts to bounce in a most delightful
manner. Courtney slowly rose and, with her arms at
her sides, walked off with her head held hanging low.
“She’s not taking
it too well, is she?” Bobbie Jo commented. A slight
smirk appeared on her face.
“You’re doing
much better.”
“I usually don’t
stay down for long.”
“In that case,
let’s finish the crab cage and get it into the tidal pool”
The morning
passed quickly as Bobbie Jo and Susan put the finishing touches on the crab
cage. They had carried it to the tidal pool and anchored
it when the noon air horn when off. Together they jogged
to the drop off point. The coordinator waited until
the last of the women appeared. Tania was already
there when Bobbie Jo and Susan arrived. Tania had
fashioned a grass skirt like Bobbie Jo’s, but had done a better job. The skirt was much fuller and more thoroughly hid her
ass and pussy. Tania had left her breasts uncovered. Susan found herself mesmerized as her eyes were drawn
to Tania’s erect nipples.
Susan thought
as the other girls arrived. “I’ve never reacted this
way to a woman’s breasts before this.” Susan was confused. She had always found the tight buns of a man or a nice
bulge below a firm flat male stomach to be well worth watching. Her current reaction to exposed female flesh was not normal
for her.
Courtney was
the last to appear and hung to the back of the group. She
had used some large leaves and some vine to fashion a top. With a much flatter
chest the effort might have been successful, but Courtney’s prominent breasts
seemed to have a mind of their own. With almost every
movement she made, one or both breasts slide over or to the side and a nipple
would flash into the sunlight. Most of the women had
to work hard to stifle giggles.
The contest
coordinator got everyone’s attention. He talked to
all the women one at a time and kept the tally on a clipboard. Susan voted for Kathryn for best and Jill for worst. Susan had seen Jill’s attempt at a lean-to. After two days it still was a shambles that fell apart
at the slightest touch.
“Well, ladies,
you all seem to be doing very well, even the lovely Tania.” Everyone turned to Tania and a wonderful blush filled
her checks. “There was a tie for the best survivalist
so we have to give two of you prizes. Would Susan
and Kathryn step forward?”
Susan smiled
and stepped forward and a short brunette joined her. The
coordinator gave each of the women a roll of nylon fishing line and a packet
of fishhooks. Susan realized how handy these would
be not only for fishing, but also for making other tools.
The look on Kathryn’s face showed that she too understood how valuable
the prizes were.
“And now for
the losers. Again we have a tie.
Would Jill and Ginny step up?”
Jill was a five
foot nine body builder who was undoubtedly the strongest of the women players. She had a basically good figure, but the muscle definition
was too pronounced to be thought of as traditionally “feminine curves”. Her red hair was cut to shoulder length and framed an
attractive face with high cheekbones and large eyes.
Ginny was an
opposite in many ways. She could not have bee quite
five feet even on her tiptoe. Her close cut dark blond
hair only made her look shorter. She had a petite
build with a very slim waist the might have been only twenty inches. Her breasts might have been viewed as small on a woman
of average height, but in contrast to her tiny waist her thirty-inch chest
looked magnificent. She removed her shorts and shirt
quickly as if she wanted to get her strip over with as soon as possible. She walked back and stood next to Tania.
Jill had wordlessly
followed Ginny’s strip with an interested look on her face. It was not until the coordinator tapped Jill on the shoulder
than Jill seemed to wake. She removed her shorts in
a very casual manner. A blush formed on her face as
she unbuttoned her shirt slowly from the top to bottom. Her
blush deepened as she slid it down her arms and handed it to the coordinator.
Susan found
her breathing had quickened. She realized her left
hand was rubbing her left thigh and inches closer to her pussy. She jerked her hand back to her side and looked around. She blushed and hoped that no one else had noticed her
reactions. When the coordinator turned to leave, Susan
wasted no time walking off alone.
After walking
for fifteen minutes to a secluded are, Susan sat at the base of a palm and
thought to herself. “I’ve never gotten this worked
up over naked women before. Not even in college or
at the gym have I ever felt such … passion at the sight of an attractive woman.” She sat for a while and was almost ready to satisfy herself
when she remembered the hidden cameras. Since she
did not want to give an X-rated solo performance, she stood and slowly walked
back to her lean-to.
The afternoon
dragged for Susan and she spoke few words. Bobbie
Jo was quick to realize something was up and gave Susan her space. They ate the first two crabs from the crab cage. The silence continued into the evening as Susan found
she was watching the brief flashes of feminine flesh through Bobbie Jo’s
imperfect grass skirt. Susan felt her lust build as
a still naked Ginny waltzed right up to Bobbie Jo. Ginny
offered to trade some excess berries she had collected for a grass skirt
like Bobbie Jo’s. Bobbie Jo said she would start on it this evening and have
it ready in the morning.
Bobbie Jo got
right to work and had it half done as the sunset. When
she lay done next to Susan, Susan had to fight to keep her hands to herself. Bobbie Jo was asleep on minutes, but it too Susan over
an hour as she fought her rouge feelings.
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Day 4
Susan awoke
from a restless night. The arousal that had plagued
her mind had by no means diminished and she groaned quickly at the sight
of Bobbie Jo. Working on the skirt for Ginny, Bobbie
Jo sat crossed legged facing the lean-to. Susan found
herself staring at the parted grass between Bobbie Jo spread thighs. Several seconds passed before Susan forced her eyes upward. Susan stretched and crawled from her bed of leaves.
“Good morning,
sleepy head. Sleep well?”
“Not really.”
Susan forced
her eyes to stay on Bobbie Jo’s face. Quiet fell between
them as Susan’s lusty thoughts refused to be banished from mind. These thoughts became stronger as Ginny walked up, her
arm laden with berries and other fruit for breakfast. Ginny’s
bare breasts drew Susan’s eyes like iron to a magnet. Susan
forced her hands into her back pockets to trap them. She
trotted away from the spring and campsite saying she had to relieve her bladder.
Susan indeed
needed relief, but her bladder was not the source of her need. She searched desperately for any place she might hide
for at least a few minutes. Every few minutes Susan
encountered on of the other women. She saw Courtney
climbing a tree. Courtney had left her leafy top behind
and her breasts bounced sensuously as she stretched her arm high above her
head. Susan turned and jogged away.
Next she passed Ellen hard at work carving something with her fine
knife. Susan found herself fixated on Ellen’s strong
hands as they worked almost lovingly on her carving. Susan
emerged on the far side of the island only to encounter Kathryn. Kathryn stood knee deep in the surface with a branch as
a fishing poll. Some fishing line was attached to
the far end of the branch. She flipped the hook through
the air with the skill of an expert fly fisherman. Her
shorts were soaked and cling tightly to lower body. Susan
found herself once again staring. Fortunately, no
one spied her before Susan forced her eyes away. She
trotted back toward her campsite determined to just get through the day.
Susan got back
to her lean-to and forced herself to eat some fruit. She
piddled around the campsite as new thoughts invaded her mind. “If I’m this turned on now, what’s going to happen if
I loose my clothes.” She tried to put these thoughts
out of her mind with little success. Ginny remained
with them for the morning. She wore the skirt Bobbie
Jo had fashioned for her. It reached passed her knees
and was a superior attempt, but it still allowed much her of firm thighs
to be visible as she moved.
The blast of
the air horn at noon made Susan jump. She followed
Ginny and Bobbie Jo to the meeting place. She stood
quietly and waited for the day’s announcements. Her
eyes wandered between the three grass skirted women. Jill,
with her Amazonian build, now sported two large green leaves hanging from
a belt mad of vine. The leaves did a good job of coverage
when Jill stood still. When Jill walked the leaves
danced to provide glimpses between her legs. Susan
fought to maintain a casual appearance.
The coordinator
arrived wearing a pair of Speedo style trunks that pulled Susan’s eyes forward. The bulge of his package brought a delightful, yet frustrated
tingle between her legs. She stood in a daze until
she noticed she that several of the other women were almost very flushed. An almost empathic link formed as she realized that she
was not the only woman aroused. Susan felt her own
cheeks warm as she saw Tania staring at her. Small
drops of sweat appeared on Tania’s forehead and upper lip.
Only when the coordinator asked for Susan’s votes did she return to
reality.
Susan paid little
attention to the coordinator until she heard her name called. She walked up to the coordinator and passed Sara who held
a cast iron skillet and an aluminum pot. She did not
realize the significance of this until she heard the coordinator ask for her
clothes. She was the worst survivalist for the day
and had to turn over her clothes.
Susan froze
as she felt her already erect nipple harden and brush the inside of her shirt. She bit her lip as she realized that in a few moments
those nipples would be on view for everyone around as well as the cameras. She felt more moisture form between her legs and realized
that too would be exposed to all. With shaking hands
she fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. Only the
impatient look of the coordinator kept her going. She
had her shirt unbuttoned, but decided to delay its removal. She shifted her hands to her short and released the to
button. She slid the shorts down her legs and handed
them over before slowly sliding the shirt down her arms.
It took all her nerve to stand there for a few moments before walking
slowly away.
Bobbie Jo and
Ginny found Susan curled up on her bed of leaves. The
two tried to cheer her up. When their initial attempts
failed they gave her some peace. Bobbie Jo started
making a grass skirt for Susan and Ginny went out to check the crab cage. Bobbie saw Susan get up and leave. She
wanted to follow but thought Susan needed to be alone.
Susan examined
her thoughts. “I’m naked. I
could take that but with over a week left in the contest how will I last. I guess it would not be so bad, but my constant arousal
has got to be apparent to everyone. I hadn’t counted
on that. Why am I reacting so carnally so the sight
of all these women?”
With nothing
better to do and feeling the need to move around, Susan circled the island
and looked for things she could use. She found evidence
of some small herbivores on the island and decided she should place a snare
along a narrow path. A few minutes later she spotted
several turtles. She made note of the spot and was
about to continue when she saw some cloth under a pair of fist sized rocks. In moments Susan thought she held the pair of shorts Courtney
had stolen from Bobbie Jo. A closer inspection revealed
some differences. The color was off and they appeared
too large around the waist. When she pulled the on
she realized that these shorts were cut for a man. They
were snug at the hips and loose at the crotch, but a few inches too large
in the waist. Susan made a belt from some vine and
was satisfied with the results.
Susan’s spirits
were greatly improved. While she as still topless,
the shorts made all difference in the world. A bounce
was in her step as she set of to return to the lean-to and get back to work.
Not twenty feet
away David hid behind the foliage. He still held his
camera but was not operating it. Instead, his eyes
followed Susan’s departure as his shorts graced her body.
He had thought this was a safe spot for relaxing since the only hidden
camera was the one in his hands. Instead he found
himself in just his sneakers. What was he going to
do?
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Day 5
The dawn broke
to find Bobbie Jo and Susan refreshed. The prior evening
had been pleasant. Susan’s spirits had risen and the
two had talked pleasantly with Ginny until just before dusk. Although Susan’s lustful feelings had not diminished,
she felt more able to hold them at bay. Her mind drifted
back to her private adventure in the middle of the night.
It has been a dark nearly moonless night and Susan had crept away
for about an hour to relieve some of her tension. In
the middle of dense foliage she had pleasured herself to a very satisfying
conclusion. She had wanted to stay longer but was
afraid she would lose herself entirely to her animal passion. Once back on her leafy bed she had turned her back to
the sleeping Bobbie Jo.
Susan had breakfast
with Bobbie Jo and the two set off to check the crab cage.
They found three small crabs but left them in the cage. Bobbie Jo made some minor repairs to the cage while Susan
prepared a branch for use as a fishing pole. Bobbie
Jo having finished her repair work started looking for bait. She found some slugs that she hoped fish would find interesting. Before they could try the bait it was time for the noon
gathering.
The air horn
sounded and the women gathered to find a surprise. A
still naked Jill marched into camp with David on a leash.
His hands were tied behind his back. Jill had
fashioned a harness of vine that circled both his neck and his shoulders. His elbows were secured to the harness.
When Jill pulled on the leash David had no alternative but to follow.
David had spent
the night scouting around without obtaining any clothing he could use. He had ventured too close to the feeble lean-to of Jill
only to find it unoccupied. Before he could leave
he had been struck in the stomach with a mighty kick that forced all the
air from his lungs. He collapsed gasping for air and
Jill forced a knee into his spine. She wasted no time
securing his wrists and by the time the stars had cleared from his eyes his
ankles had been wrapped in vine. The rest of his night
had passed restlessly. He woke to see Jill preparing
breakfast and she feed him one bite at a time. He
was unable to keep his eyes from Jill’s impressive build.
When he suggested that she could use him as she wished, Jill answered
that she liked him as he was. His bindings had remained in place as she added
the harness and leash. With a look of satisfaction
she had released his ankles and led him to the noon gathering.
David was the
obvious center of attention. It took the coordinator
another blast of the air horn to get everyone’s attention.
Once all faced him the coordinator worked through the group and gathered
the votes. When he finally came to David, David pleaded
to be let go. The coordinator barely listened to he
before announcing the result.
“Before I announce
the results of the voting, we must deal with the matter of David. David, you went AWOL yesterday. The
terms of your contract were quite complete. You have
clearly violated those terms. You have a choice. We will honor your contract if you stay here for the duration
of the contest and serve the whims of these women or your contract will be
terminated immediately.” He turned to the women and
spoke. “If he stays you must all insure his safety. What do you say?”
Devilish smiles
appear on all the women’s faces and the vote was unanimous. They would insure his safety. The
coordinator turned back to face David and asked for his decision. It took a few moments before David softly answered “I’ll
stay”.
“Now that that
is settled, we have the day’s winners and the losers. We
have our first repeat winner. Would Sara please step
up?” Sara squealed in delight like a child and practically
danced up to the coordinator. “You have been using
your cooking skills to trade for other things you want and need. Your ingenuity has impressed many of your competitors
and you have won today’s award.” He handed Sara a
small backpack that she immediately emptied. Nylon
rope, a small folding utility knife and a four by eight foot sleet of clear
plastic were held up for all to see. From the smile
on Sara’s face it was apparent she knew she could make use of these items.
The coordinator
waved for everyone’s attention and continued. “Would
Courtney please step up.” Courtney’s formerly superior
attitude was absent as she reluctantly stepped forward. Her
leafy top was still having trouble doing its job and by the time she turned
to face the group both nipples were peaking into the sunlight. “Your competitors have chosen you as the worst survivalist
of the day. Remove you shorts and that ridiculous
top."
“B..b..but I
made the top myself.”
“Nowhere in
the rules does it state that the stripping is confined to garments we provided
you. I’m still waiting.”
Courtney’s head
hung as she reached down and dropped her shorts. The
top took care of itself as she stood back up. Unable
to contain Courtney’s breasts any longer the leaves split and the top flutters
down her body. Surprised at the unexpected turn of
events the slight blush on her face extended down to her chest and enveloped
her breasts. Her already erect nipples actually darkened
and hardened before everyone’s eyes. Tears formed
in her eyes and she ran from the group.
Susan was shocked
by her own thoughts. “If she would stop being such
a bitch, she would be quite attractive.” Moisture started
to flow between Susan’s legs and she was more than just relieved that own
grass skirt hid this fact. The group broke up and
Susan watched Jill lead David away. David’s reaction
to the situation was not clear, but his raising erection and the smile on
his face indicated that on some level he was finding the situation enjoyable. Susan’s mind betrayed her as she idly thought of the possibilities. These thoughts only brought a sensation to her loins and
she bit her lower lip in an effort to quench those thoughts.
Susan and Bobbie
Jo spent the rest of the day gathering fruit, fishing and improving their
lean-to. They spent the evening working on grass halter-tops,
but were unfinished as the sun set. However, at no
time during the day was Susan’s mind not flooded with lustful thoughts. It was with great effort that she curled up on her leafy
bed and closed her eyes. Bobbie Jo’s delicious body
rested beside her and tempted her. Susan fell into
another night of restless sleep.
--
Day 6 - The Women’s Island
ESPC’s Survivalist Challenge has scored high in the viewers’ rating systems. So far the first three days of the women’s competition were shown on last Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights at 11:00 PM (Eastern). In the past ESPC’s events have drawn many critical complaints, but this latest series has been surprising. The most outspoken of ESPC’s critics has Dr. Vivian Sue of the World Organization of Women. In the past WOW has denounced ESPC’s entire adult schedule as sexist and vulgar. This past Saturday’s announcement surprised the public when Dr. Sue stated women deserved and demanded equal treatment. She demanded that the men’s competition be given equal scheduling and airtime. ESPC’s board promised to quickly address WOW’s demands.
Originally, the scheduling was to show all the tapes of the women’s competition before showing the men’s. ESPC announced today that the men’s contest would be shown on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights at 11:00 PM starting this Tuesday night.
The sun rose
over the sixth day of the competition to find the women up and about. Susan and Bobbie Jo both wore their woven grass halter
tops and skirts. Susan moved about as if she was at
ease, but she was actually having trouble hiding her aroused condition. During the night she had heard what had to be David’s
and Jill’s lovemaking. Their sounds served only to
increase Susan’s already aroused state. Susan remembered
the hidden cameras around the island and considered the sights they may have
captured of David and Jill. “I wonder if Jill would
accept my grass top in payment for a few hours with David.” Susan thought she had not voiced her thoughts, but a look
from Bobbie Jo indicated that she had heard Susan.
Bobbie Jo had
been trying to concentrate on the unfinished grass skirt in front of her. She too had been bothered by David’s sounds in the night. Bobbie Jo had been able to maintain her normal urges the
last few day in the manner of a proper Southern Bell, but David’s moans and
shouts left her highly excited sexually. Her sensitive
nipples were hard under the scratchy grass top. Each
little movement caused the grass to tickle her thighs in a most disturbing
manner. She shared Susan’s unintentional voiced thought. She would risk being captured on video just to work off
some of her mounting desire.
Susan watched
the emotions run across Bobbie Jo’s face. Bobbie Jo had previously looked
calm, but Susan saw her own aching desires reflected in Bobbie Jo’s face. The two women forced the minds back to the work at hand.
--
At Jill’s campsite
the Amazonian-like woman stretched under her lopsided lean-to. She slowly rose and nibbled the fruit she had saved for
this morning’s breakfast. She looked at the snoring
David and smiled. He had performed for her wonderfully
last night. She had even permitted him to orgasm twice
to their mutually enjoyment. As a further reward she
had released all his bonds except for those which now held his wrists in
front of him. After she had eaten enough fruit she
moved back to David and retied his wrists behind his back and the harness
around his neck and shoulders. David stirred in his
sleep, but did not awaken.
Jill walked
to the fresh water pond and took a quick dip to rinse off the dried secretions
left from the nights’ activities. By the time she
returned she felt fresh and very satisfied for the first time in days.
“Okay, sleepyhead,
wake up.”
Jill shook David
and his eyes opened in a squint under the bright tropical light. Jill saw the sated smile form on David’s face and decided
to maintain her stern exterior.
“None of that. You are my slave and do not deserve enjoyment. As your master that is only my right.
Now get up and eat. We have a long day ahead
of us.”
Looking up at
this woman of Amazonian strength and stamina he had little choice. He had to admit her sexual appetite the past night had
left him both exhausted and satisfied. David thought
of himself as a bit of a stud. His open smile and
friendly manner had gotten him into many a young woman’s pants. He was surprised that, embarrassed as he was, on some
level he was aroused by her forced exposure. As she
helped him to his feet David fell forward against her. He
nose was buried into Jill’s magnificent cleavage. With
his arms bound behind him there was no way for him to do much to steady himself,
not that he wanted to move from the confines of her firm breasts.
Jill used her
hands to squeeze her breasts to the either side of David’s head. She had been into body building for five years since that
near fatal car accident. She had been returning from
a college football game. She had not even been drinking,
but the long day had left her sleepy. She had doze
off and driven into the concrete pillar that supported and overpass. Her backbone had been several hairline fractures and her
spinal cord, though not severe had been seriously bruised.
When Jill woke
two weeks later from a coma, she was told she might not walk ago. A week later when she moved her legs, more tests were
run. The doctors had said that intense physical therapy
might enable her to walk again. Jill had been determined
to do better than that. She had been a rather gawky
tall shy girl, uncomfortable with her sexuality, but she was convinced that
she could lead an active life once again. She had
throw herself into the physical therapy. She became
obsessed with getting her strength back.
Within six months
she was running six miles and working out at the gym every day. All her strength and more had returned.
When it was suggested that she compete in the body building competitions
she had been delighted.
There was one
drawback to Jill muscular shape. Her rippling muscles
seemed to intimidate many of the men she found attractive.
They found her less feminine. There had been
several offered from some of the other women at the gym where she had taken
a job. There had been some attraction but Jill preferred
men. She had turned herself inward and worked out
even harder. Only when she was alone late at night
would her lonely feelings emerge.
As Jill continued
to hold David’s head between her breasts she felt his tongue caress her skin. David was a good four inches shorter that Jill, but she
liked the feeling of controlling him. She had always
been to shy and was more prone to being submissive, but her experience with
David had been enjoyable. David actually seemed to
like the situation and she felt his manhood rising even now. She lowered herself and David back under the lean-to. Without an intelligible word passing between them they
were soon emitting moans and groans even louder than the prior night.
All over the
island the other women could not avoid hearing the sounds of vigorous lovemaking. Every woman, clothed and unclothed, found herself stimulated
and hanging on every sound.
--
Day 6 - The
Men’s Contest
The Screening
Room – ABN Productions
The Survivalist’s
Show’s editor and a few network executives sat in a screening room. The show’s assistant producer was talking. “As you can see we have plenty of tape of activities on
both islands. We want to concentrate on the men’s
contest since we’ve moved up the airing of the men’s segments. We have our psychiatric advisor, Gloria Hyde, here and
she has some observations she wants to share with us.”
The assistant
producer sat and Gloria stood. Gloria was a ‘corporate
psychiatrist’ who usual helped with some of the more troubled TV personalities
who appeared on the ABN. Mostly she did analysis of
actors and actresses so that they could be kept out of trouble and unwanted
negative press. She had jumped at the chance to work
on this project. Her cover story was that the contestants
must be watched closely to avoid violence and lawsuits. Her
actual interests were a bit more lecherous – she was a closet voyeur. She had been able to watch many hours of the contestants
and had copied the more interesting parts to your own tapes. The last week she had spent many every private evening
playing the tapes on her entertainment center. Gloria
cleared her throat and spoke.
“As you will
see the women are generally fairing well. They do
show signs of an increased libido, but there’s nothing unexpected or dangerous
about that. It’s the men’s activities that I will concentrate
on today. First, let us concentrate on these excerpts
of Andrew and Reggie.”
The room darkened
and the screen light up.
--
Andrew had thought
the contest would be a lark. He was fairly experienced
in backwoods hiking and camping. He thought there
was a chance that he would win, but the chance to have a naked vacation on
this beautiful tropical island was really what he wanted.
He had discovered back in college that he like the freedom of being
without clothes. He was a just a nudist who usually
restricted his ‘public’ activities to the occasional nude beach, a small
nudists’ camp and his remote deep woods camping. He
had lost his clothes on the third day and was very surprised by his reactions
as the days progressed. He was very attracted to the
female of the species, but found his eyes often checking out the packages
on his fellow competitors. He found himself hardening
at the most embarrassing moments.
Reggie was a
fine physical specimen of African descent. The ladies
had described him as mocha toned Schwarzenneger. He
had competed and done well in some local body building competitions and had
recognized Jill when they had all gathered for the flight to the nearest
island with an airport. Reggie had thought he would
do well and had been shocked to be the first man to lose his clothes. He was surprised with the hesitancy with which he had
surrendered his garments. With two weeks of nakedness
to look forward to he felt his confidence cracking.
The men gathered
for the early afternoon announcements and the daily awards and penalties. The petite young contest coordinator stood in her T-shirt
and tight little shorts. The reaction from the men
was predictable as her usual naughty smile appeared. She
checked with each of the competitors and tallied the results. Andrew and Reggie stood near the back of the crowd as
the results were announced. Allan, shorter guy with
the physique of a marathon runner, was awarded a K-bar knife. Kyle was called forth to surrender his clothes.
--
The clip stopped
and the lights of the screening light came on. Gloria
rose and spoke. “My analysis shows that the ladies
aggressiveness has increased with the loose of clothing, but in the men have
become more passive. In both cases, the level of sexual
tension has been elevated. Interesting from a psychological
viewpoint, but also useful to the network.”
Mr. Clemens,
the VP of program development, asked the obvious question.
“Useful in what way?”
Gloria smiled
took on a wicked look. “With proper promotion we can
use the experiences of the males to attract two otherwise divergent and often
neglected audiences. First, the gay men will obviously
be attracted to the male nudity. Secondly, the women
of WOW will have what they publicly want – equal treatment. There is also the strong chance that the WOW members will
tune in to satisfy their own often denied, but ever present lustful desires. We are in a position to attract these niche viewers.”
Mr. Clemens
smiled. That will shut up those WOW comments and help
with the ratings – a win-win situation for him and the network. “Work up the proposal with my staff and I push it at the
next network production meeting. Good job, Ms. Hyde.”
--
Day 7 - The Women’s Island
Susan had not
gotten used to the constant arousal that flooded her being. She thought she had an active sexual female imagination,
but there was no comparison to the waves of desire that engulfed her on the
island. Her grass skirt and leafy halter top maintained
her illusion of modesty, but each scratchy brush of the skirt and top only
served to increase her arousal. She fought to keep
her eyes off the other women. Each sight of their
naked flesh left Susan even more wanton.
Bobbie Jo noticed
Susan averting her eyes from the other women. Although
Bobbie Jo was similarly affected by the strong passions that flooded her
body, she had felt exhilaration at the lustful feelings. As
a proper Southern Bell she had been trained and skilled at flirtation with
the boys, leaving them aching for relief. She had
felt a thrill from her cock-teasing actions. With
no men on the island she had been at a loss as to what to do until she saw
Susan trying to hide her own feelings. On the previous
day Bobbie Jo had seen three other women also reacting to her flirtatious
words and motions.
After Ginny
had lost her clothing the prior day Bobbie Jo had observed the way Ginny
tried to hide her nakedness. Bobbie Jo had stayed
with Ginny and it had been easy for Bobbie Jo to increase Ginny’s embarrassment
with a few smiling stares and chosen phrases.
--
Ginny knew that
as the competition continued she was doomed to lose her clothes. She just did not have the skills of a couple of the other
women. She had steeled herself at each beach gathering,
but had still felt anxiety when her name was called. She
forced herself to walk proudly up and surrender her clothes. Her emotions were barely contained as she walked away
from the gathering. He just wanted to skulk off someplace,
but Bobbie Jo had trailed behind her like a long lost friend. Every word Bobbie Jo spoke seemed to have a double meaning
and somehow left Ginny feeling even more naked.
--
Today Bobbie
Jo aimed her sights at that snooty Courtney. If she
could make Courtney squirm a bit, it would be a lark. Susan
stayed behind and worked to make a spare improved grass skirt. It took almost an hour to find Courtney trying to catch
her lunch in a small tidal pool. Bobbie Jo watched
Courtney’s near naked form for several minutes before Courtney noticed her. Courtney’s reaction was to try to cover up, but there
was nowhere to hide as she stood in knee deep water.
“How’s the fishing,
darlin’”, asked Bobbie Jo.
Courtney felt
very vulnerable even though Bobbie only smiled innocently at her. Courtney’s arrogant tone faded as her humiliation increased
each day. Her voice was almost timid when she answered,
“Not much luck”.
“Do you want
some help? It’s such a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Bobbie’s tone dripped with sweetness as she turned on
the charm.
“No, I’ll do
okay”, answered Courtney as she hoped Bobbie would just go away. She groaned as Bobbie Jo sat on a rock and settled in. Bobbie Jo remained quiet and looked off into the distance. Just enough of the grass skirt fell between Bobbie Jo’s
legs to barely cover her there.
Bobbie Jo’s
display only served to increase Courtney unease, but she forced herself to
continue working the tidal pool. With each passing
second Courtney grew more uncomfortable under Bobbie Jo attention.
--
Day 7 - The Men’s Island
Andrew had decided
not to bother with clothing. Other than a few embarrassments
during unwanted hardons he thought he was adjusting quite well. He had moved his campsite off by himself. His new lean-to had come along just fine. It’s roof and three walls gave him an increased sense
of privacy when he wanted it. With his place of privacy
all set up, he wandered out in search of something to vary his diet. The fruit and occasional fish were filling but boring.
Two hours of
searching had yielded a spicy tuber that was too hot to eat. Andrew planned to chop it up and use it to add spice to
fish. As he was digging up some more of the tuber he
saw Reggie gathering tropical fruit. He noticed that
Reggie had fashioned a loincloth of leaves and some vines.
The small green loincloth only serve to emphasize Reggie’s rippling
muscles.
Andrew found
he was uncomfortable as he watched Reggie. On a philosophical
level Andrew realized he was just reacting to one of nature’s work of art
that was Reggie’s athletic body. He also had no doubt
that he was interested only in women as sexual partners.
However, he felt embarrassed as he felt himself harden to the sight
of Reggie. Andrew hid in the foliage and watched.
--
Day 8 – On the Mainland
Gloria sat back
in the privacy of her home with the VCR. She was ‘reviewing’
that highlights of the previous days raw tapings. Her
nightgown had been tossed aside as she watched the excerpts from the island
adventure. Andrew had such a cute butt. He had been unaware that he had set up his new lean-to
directly in sight of one of the remote-controlled cameras.
He lean toned body moved with animal grace. She
rewound the tape and replayed the scenes of Andrew.
Gloria was not
sure the ratings would actually improve, but she knew what she liked.
Gloria made
up her mind. She just had to be on the islands to supervise
the last two days of the contest. When she had made
her request she had not noticed the stares from the male network executives. Little did she know just how her suggestions caused fantasies
in their minds as they quickly agreed the she should be there too.
--
Days 9 and 10
– The Women’s Island
As the second
week continued the pattern of life changed for the women.
Although there was still a strong sense of competition among the clothed
ladies, those who had been naked or in makeshift clothing started to form
their own close-knit group. Each morning the bare maidens
met in the pond. After a refreshing swim there was
a swoop of information and supplies.
Instead participating
in the pond side activities, the still clothed competitors ventured out to
check their various nets, traps and other devices. They
tended to interact with the less clothed only on a one-on-one basis to barter
in the afternoon.
Jill had started
appearing at the pond with David in tow on the eight day.
She had joined in the swim and seemed very relaxed as she sunned on
the rocks to dry. She had brought David along. The ladies had outwardly been a bit shy as David’s eyes
roamed over all the exposed feminine flesh. The women
grew relaxed as they became used to his helpless presence.
Jill had modified David’s harness to allow him some freedom of movement,
but it quickly became obvious that he was neither able nor wanted to act
in an aggressive manner. The women took delight in
parading in front of David’s eyes and keeping him aroused with no chance
of relief except when each night with Jill. Jill encouraged
the other women’s actions. She said it made him more
pliable.
David stayed
silent as he had no choice but to watch the firm exposed bodies pass before
his eyes. He found he was constantly embarrassed and
aroused as his body reacted to the sights. During
all the hours at the pond each day he found himself at least semi-erect as
the women teased him. They collectively would tease
him to the edge of orgasm only to leave him throbbing for relief. Bobbie Jo seemed particularly able to get him standing
tall with just the tiniest suggestive comments. The
only sound made by David through each morning was the occasional groan.
Jill had taken Bobbie Jo aside and asked her to share some of her secrets. Bobbie Jo was more than willing to coach Jill in the ways of the Southern Belle. With Jill’s encouragement Bobbie Jo demonstrated each technique using David as the victim. Within a couple of days Jill had acquired a bit of the Southern charm and flirtatious manners. Bobbie Jo continued to coach Jill as the days progressed.
The one topic that was not discussed among the women was their own constant arousal. Susan wondered if all the women felt as horny as she did. “At least Jill has David”, she thought. Somehow the teasing of David helped curb Susan’s sexual thirst as she paraded around him. She grew more daring as time passed and took to sunning on her back directly in front of him. She took a devilish thrill in seeing the effect on David as he rose to attention; his eyes riveted on her.
Bobbie Jo was
enjoying herself deeply. For the first time in her
somewhat sheltered Southern life she was able to observe directly the effect
of each flirting gambit on the male of the species. She
found Jill a quick study watch her gain confidence in her feminine power. Bobbie Jo noticed that Susan was also being very observant
of the techniques being passed on to Jill. Bobbie
Jo found she was enjoying the life on the island, but looked forward to then
end. She could put some of her observations into use
with the boys at college. Unless David was very atypical,
she felt she could make any heterosexual boy squirm.
Courtney was
the one woman who maintained a solitary existence. She
had moved her lean-to to the far side of the island. She
collected her fruits and vegetables and checked her traps.
Other than the mandatory noon meeting, she was just too embarrassed
to interact with anyone.
--
Day 9 and 10
– The Men’s Island
Life also changed
for the men. Both clothed and unclothed men took to
spending most of their time alone except for the noon gatherings. As with the clothed women, the still clothed men took
the competition very seriously. The stripped men just
wanted to survive and be left alone. From a psychological
point of view several of the men could not deal with the fear of being accused
of a homosexual reaction. Other men would not even
admit to themselves that it was not insecurity but embarrassment alone that
left them hard at inopportune times.
Andrew found
he was enjoying the freedom of being with nature when he was left alone. He was even becoming less uncomfortable when others were
in sight. He and Reggie had campsites only a few hundred
feet apart. On the evening of the ninth day Andrew
smelled the aroma of cooking fish drift over from Reggie’s camp. Having spent the last the last two days as an involuntary
vegetarian, Andrew found his mouth watering. Just
that day he had found a root that made an acceptable tea.
Using two hollowed out coconut shells as pitchers he set off for Reggie’s
camp with the freshly brewed tea.
Reggie was cooking
the fresh fish on the rocks he had heated. His back
was toward Andrew when he heard the rustle in the tropical plants. “Who is that?” he challenged.
“Just me Andrew. Do you want to share some fish for some tea?”
Reggie thought
to himself. He had not talked to anyone the whole
day and was going stir crazy. He did not know if he
intimidated the other men with his muscular build or if they were as embarrassed
as he was. “Come on in.”
Andrew walked
from the leafy foliage holding the coconuts in her hand in front of this
crotch. He did not want to appear embarrassed but
he was unable to relax. “Here, take a swig of this.” He handed a coconut to Reggie and turned to face away
from Reggie as he took a swig.
“Not bad”, answered
Reggie. He knelt down near the hot rocks with his back
to Andrew. “The fish will be finished cooking in a
couple of minutes. Your timing is perfect.”
“Thank you.” Andrew sat on a log that had been laid on its side as
a bench. His back was turned a bit towards Reggie. As the fish sizzled on the hot rocks Andrew took a deep
breath and asked, “Are you as horny as I am?”
Several seconds
of silence passed. Reggie’s voice was little more
than a whisper. “Yes.”
Andrew stared
at the ground as he dared to ask, “Are you doing anything about?”
“Not with the
cameras around.”
“Have you found
the cave/”
“Cave?”
“No wires or
cameras that I can find.”
“Where?”
“I found it
this afternoon over by the cliffs on the leeward side.”
There was a
pause as Reggie poked the fish off the hot rocks onto leaves he held in his
hands. The leaves served as plates to keep from burning
his hands. He moved to stand behind Andrew and with
fish on leaves in each hand. He held his left hand
out to his side and Andrew took the fish. Reggie sat
next to the fire and the two ate. When the fish and
tea were consumed Reggie’s words were just a whisper.
“Show me”.
Andrew led Reggie
off into the dark foliage.
--
Day 10 – On
The Mainland – The Board Room
The board looked
over the ratings from the last two nights of the Survivalists’ Game. The ratings were going through the roof and all were pleased. They had already given approval for the show to become
an ongoing series. With smiling faces they considered
Dr. Gloria Hyde’s request to be present for the final two days of the competition. More than one of the male board members smiled at the
thought of their corporate psychiatrist without her normal conservative business
suit. It was quickly decided to send her to the island
for the last two days of competition. They wondered
what she would think of the terms of her on-island participation.
--
Day 13 – Near
the Men’s Island
Gloria was smiling
broadly as she stood at the rail of the yacht being used as the on-site command
and communications center. She wore a white string
bikini that contrasted nicely with the dark tan acquired from hours on her
tanning bed. More hours on her StairMaster left her
thirty-something body firm and trim. She was ready
for her visit to the Men’s Island where she would act as the competition
coordinator. The empty inflatable motorized boat waited
beside the yacht.
Mr. Benson had
accompanied Gloria on the flight from LA. He was dressed
in a polo shirt and tailored shorts that revealed an athletic build. She did not understand his role, but she was about to
find out as he moved to stand beside her.
“Ms. Hyde, you
look almost ready for you visit.”
Gloria beamed
back. “Ready as soon as the camera crew gets in the
boat.”
Mr. Benson had
a look that would do a shark justice. “No, quite.” Gloria gave him a questioning look and her continued. “In the performance contract you signed before you left
LA, there were a few stipulations you seemed to be ignoring.”
Gloria did not
know what Benson was up to, but she was sure she would not like it. Her voice took on defensive tone. “Just
exactly what do you mean?”
“It clearly
states in the contract that you must dress appropriately.
Since most of those still on the islands are without clothing, you
must appear the same way.”
Gloria’s eyes
grew big as the words sank in. “What!?!” She crossed her arms in front of her as if her top were
already gone. “You can not be serious.” Disbelief was in her voice, but fear was in her eyes.
“Quite serious. In fact, I have been instructed by the board to say that
any breach of contract on your part will be followed by a lawsuit with punitive
damages. It will cost you a great deal of money to
fight us. Even if you were to win, no one in the industry
will hire you.”
Gloria realized
she had no viable alternatives. “Do I have to hand
over my clothes right now?”
“No. Actually I have been given the discretion to wait until
we are on the island.”
Gloria’s bikini
felt suddenly very small and revealing. Mr. Benson
gave her a lecherous smile that sent a chill down her back. She resigned herself to her destiny and climbed into the
inflatable boat. Mr. Benson climbed in beside her
and the camera crew followed in moments.
--
Day 13 – The
Men’s Island
As the boat
was beached at the Men’s Island butterflies fluttered in Gloria’s stomach. The men were already assembling on the beach. At the sight of her, several of the men started talking
amongst themselves. In their naked state it was easy
to see their physical reaction to the sight of her attractive body. She followed Benson from the boat and stood next to him
as he made the daily announcements. Other than Benson
only two men still wore shorts.
“…And there
is one final announcement. For the remaining two days
of the competition Ms. Hyde is to observe and report on the competition.
So as to insure equal treatment, she will do her work dressed or rather undress
as most of you are. Ms. Hyde, front and center.” Gloria hesitantly stepped forward. Surrounded
by eleven naked men she felt humiliated.
“Ms. Hyde, we
are waiting.” The delight in Benson’s voice was as
thick as cold butter.
Gloria reached
behind her back and pulled on the knot that kept her top in place. The strings fell to her sides and a moment later the top
slid from her beautiful tanned breasts. She heard
the intake of breaths from the men around her. Although
no one took a step the beach suddenly felt very crowded.
Mr. Benson cleared his throat impatiently. Gloria
grabbed the ties on each side of her string bottoms. The
small piece of clothes slid down her legs. Soft moans
escaped the throats of the men. The only person that
moved was Mr. Benson as he knelt to pick up the two small pieces of Gloria’s
former attire. He stepped into the boat and fired
up the engine.
Gloria suddenly
realized the camera crew had remained on the island as Mr. Benson roared
away from the island. A quick look at the camera revealed
that she was the current focus of its electronic eye.
Most of the
people on the island were naked, but being the only female, she felt very
exposed. Before she even knew what she was doing,
she ran from the beach, her butt and breasts bouncing with each step. As she disappeared from sight the
men finally moved from their trance-like state. While
they tried to appear casual each wanted to follow the naked Ms. Hyde.
The men of the
camera crew smiled as they realized they could get some revenge on the Gloria. She had been a bit surly back on the boat. They guessed she would be a bit more malleable to their
suggestions now.
--
Day 13 – The
Women’s Island
David sat at
the edge of the pond his arms bound and asleep behind his back. The bright morning sun brought a sheen of sweat to his
body. However, his accelerated breathing and the tightness
in his groin were due to other influences. Tanned
female bodies cavorted in the water almost like innocent young children at
play. Of course their luscious bodies were anything
but those of children.
The women took
delight in revealing themselves to David. Even the
four women who still possessed their original ‘uniforms’ shed them for the
morning swim. He had been kept in a constant state
of arousal each day. When Jill took him back to her
lean-to each night the whole island heard his and her moans of release.
When it was
time the women with David in tow walked to the beach gathering place. The man who usually did the announcements had been replaced. Mr. Benson carried the clipboard and did the announcements. Trudy was the unfortunate loser for the day. She had a very tight fit body. The
only fat visible was that of her large breasts. When
she surrendered her top even the other women gasped at the firmness of those
breasts. A blush quickly formed on her facial cheeks
and rushed down her breasts and firm flat stomach to disappear under the
shorts she would soon have to surrender.
Trudy had hoped
she would win the contest. She had not really been
prepared to lose her clothing. She had realized the
pond was probably under the watchful eyes of at least one camera, but she
had still had the choice to be naked or not. With
the loss of her clothes she no longer had that choice.
Mr. Benson cleared
his throat and gave Trudy an impatient stare. His
smile made it obvious to all that he took pleasure in her loss. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband, but had a hard
time pulling her shorts down. She could feel the material
against her buttocks and thighs. As she pulled the
shorts down she realized how much she had taken that feeling for granted. The sun felt hot on her exposed bottom and her nipple
hardened. It took all her will power not to run into
the tropical foliage and hide.
Mr. Benson watched
as Trudy’s blush flowed down her legs until all her deeply tanned skin had
a delicious rosy tint to it. He took his time admiring
this freshly peeled beauty. The sandy blond hair and
between her legs drew the eyes of all present.
Mr. Benson pulled
his eyes back to his clipboard and announced that the live camera crew would
remain on the island for the remainder of the contest. Suddenly
all the blushes of all the women deepened. The camera
crew was all men. They could lie to themselves about
the hidden cameras.
The women disperse
quickly with the cameras following their bare brown bottoms out of sight. The men of the camera crew smiled at each other. They had a free run of the island for the next two days
and intended to keep the cameras running at all times. The
special infrared options insured that even in the dark night, the pictures
would be clear and revealing.
--
Day 14 – The
Women’s Island
Susan had a
sleepless night. The camera crews had hovered around
the lean-tos all night. At any moment no woman knew
if her image was being captured or not.
Even Bobby Jo’s
usual bubbly manner was suppressed. Each time she
saw a camera anywhere in front of her she had turned away.
Her actions made the camera crews even more determined to get her shapely
image on tape. The next time she saw a camera man
creeping in front of her she turned away only to find two other cameras aimed
in her direction. She was caught in a camera crossfire
that she did not escape for over two hours. Her smile
became forced as she realized that every curve of her body was captured for
delayed broadcast.
David understood
how the women felt. Unable to cover himself in any
way he had no difficulty empathizing with their feelings of embarrassment. His own difficulties only grew as he too saw the camera
focus on this humiliating situation. He did not want
to think of the crap he would get upon his return to the mainland. The guys would accuse him of being a sex slave. The bad part for him was that he actually WAS enjoying
the situation on a subconscious level. He refused
to admit his feelings to himself.
--
Day 14 – The
Men’s Island
Gloria did not
have a moment to herself. Every time she turned there
was at least one male in sight. Often a cameraman
was also around. Gloria should have an advantage since
she had seen the raw tapes from the first week of the competition. She should not have had much difficulty finding one of
the uncovered locations. Unfortunately for her the
roving live camera crew also knew the gaps in the hidden camera coverage
and anticipated her efforts to hide.
With no place
to hide Gloria tried to make the best of it. She had
to admit the male contestants represented a cross-section of the attractive
male public. She stopped running and took to admiring
her view. She was pleased that her psychological insights
matched reality. Every male contestant in the group,
deprived of female companionship for two weeks, was exhibiting some degree
of macho behavior. With this in mind she decided the
cameras were her best protection. No one would attack
her knowing the tapes would capture any violent act. This
in no way reduced Gloria’s mortification as being the solitary naked female
on the island.
Andrew knelt
in a group of trees near Gloria’s current location. His
mind was flooded with fantasies as he peeked at her tight body. “I think I could go for an older woman”, he thought as
a broad smile filled his face. He watched as Ron,
naked and fully aroused, approached her. Andrew was
close enough to make out their words. He listened
intently as Ron tried to seduce her. Andrew laughed
quietly as, after Ron made his ‘presentation’, Gloria put his down with a
few precise words. She did not call him names, but
politely and carefully put him in his place. Ron wandered
off after his rejection.
Andrew turned
away from the sight of Gloria. He guessed he had not
chance with the beautiful ‘older woman’. He was prepared
to leave when from around the tree Gloria strode into sight. Gloria did not acted surprise and walked right up to the
kneeling Andrew. He found himself looking up passed
her perky nipples and into her smiling eyes
Gloria had always
been a realistic. Faced with her current situation,
she admitted to herself the she needed a man. She
realized she could be in control as she reviewed the psychological profiles
in her head. It was that as much as the washboard
stomached physical profile before her that prompted her to act.
“Hello, Andrew,
I am Gloria. I have enjoyed viewing you during the
contest.”
It was Andrew’s
turn to blush. After a few seconds he stopped holding
his breath.
“Thank you,
ma’am.”
“Ma’am? That makes me sound like an old lady. You
don’t think I am old woman, do you?”
“No, ma’am,
uh, Gloria. You look very…. fit and young.”
“What are you
doing tonight?”
Andrew swallowed
hard. He could not believe his luck. Was she really seducing him? In
his current condition she did not need to make the effort.
“But what if I am wrong”, he thought.
Gloria took
his hand and led him off into the thickest foliage of the island. He soon found out he was not wrong.
--
The Final Day
– The Men’s Island
When the men
and Gloria gathered on the beach for the last day’s announcements they found
Benson with several of the large inflatable boat. They
were all ears as Benson made the announcements.
“First, we have
an usual situation. The voting has yielded a three-way
tie for the best Survivalist. We have never had that
happen before. Since there is no clear winner, no
award will be made.
“As to the daily
losers we have another unprecedented situation. Would
both Kevin and Jeff step forward?” The last two clothed
male contestants stepped before Benson. “You have
tied for the day’s poorest survivalist. You must both
surrender your clothes.” The two grimaced, but complied
with no arguments. Benson continued.
“Everyone is
to get into the boats. The competition will continue
on the women’s island. At sunset tonight the final
winners will be announced.”
--
The Final Day
– The Women’s Island
The contestants
and cameramen climbed into the boats. Ninety minutes
the boats’ occupants stepped onto the beach of another island. The women, upon seeing the male invasion of their island,
had stayed hidden in the foliage. They whispered and
giggle among themselves as they took in the sight of the very naked men standing
on the beach.
When the women
did not readily appeared, Benson sounded the air horn to call them. One by one the women stepped from their hiding places
and walk to stand near the bare men. None of these
women had worn their makeshift grass skirts and halters.
They had not expected all these men. Strangely
enough the last two women to appear were the only two still clothed, Jessica
and Sara.
Jessica and
Sara were two California girls. Each had long blond
hair and a cute face. Their endowed bodies undoubtedly
had been the source of many a boys’ fantasies. Although
they had not known each other before the contest, the two young women looked
enough alike to be sisters. Benson questioned each
of the women and tallied the daily winners. Bobbie
Jo was surprised when it was announced that she was the daily winner. She swayed her way to Benson to receive her award.
When Jessica
and Sara were called up they almost ran from the group. The
only thing they could think of was that they had been the daily losers. They stood before Benson as she announced that they had
indeed lost. As one they froze in place.
“If you are
unable to surrender your clothing, I am sure one or more of the male contestants
would be glad to assist you.”
The men firmed
a circle around Jessica and Sara. There was no escape
now. Jessica was the first to move.
She reached under her shirttails and slid her shorts over her hips. The shorts fell down her thighs and pooled around her
feet. Only the long shirt was left to preserve her
modesty. She turned to Sara as if to say ‘Your turn”
and waited.
Sara was in
total disbelief. To go this far and be forced to strip
on the last day was just not fair. When she made no
move to disrobe, Benson step before her. In one swift
move he grabbed the front of her shirt. The two remaining
buttons shot off as pulled the two sides apart. Sara
whimpered but made not move to stop Benson and he pulled the shirt back passed
her shoulders. Benson released the shirt and it fell
to the sandy beach. Sara knew her dark nipple and
aureoles were already hard. She shuttered, as she
knew that soon her wet pouting pussy would soon be equally exposed. She felt Benson hand at her sides and the shorts felt,
joining her shirt in the sandy. The men murmured,
acknowledging that “She is a natural blond”. Sara
ran at full tilt down the beach away from the gathering.
All eyes trailed
Sara until she passed out of sight. Jessica felt all
eyes turn to her as she stood in just her shirt. Not
wanting Benson to undress her, Sara unbuttoned the shirt and reluctantly
let it slide to her feet.
--
The Final Evening
– The Only Island
Mr. Benson stood
on the beach with the cameramen behind him. Just before
9 PM with the sunset fading into twilight, the torches were lit. Benson blew the air horn. Within
minutes the contestants plus Gloria and David gathered. From
the visible disarray of their bodies, Benson was sure it had been an interesting
afternoon and evening, but he had one final surprise for them.
“Your attention
please. We have to make the final announcement before
you can leave. First, given that no one survived with
his or her clothes intact, we had to use the cumulative daily scores to arrive
at the winners. For the men the best all-found survivalist
is … David. If he could come
forward, please.”
David was surprised. He had survived well, but he did not feel he had distinguished
himself. The torches did a good job of illuminating
the area. He felt very exposed as he faced the other
contestants and the cameras. Benson handed him a certificate
and an envelope. He took a short bow before the audience
and unconsciously held the certificate in front of his genitals.
“Now for the
woman who did the best … Bobbie Jo, please step forward.”
Bobbie Jo giggled
and bounced forward. She looked a bit nervous as she
stood nude before the others, but a smile crept on her face as she received
another certificate and envelope. She took a place
beside David, her certificate also before her crotch.
“And now for
the final announcement before our departure. This
contest was received so well that we have decided to exercise and option
on your contracts. In four weeks we will continue
this contest into Round Two where you will have to compete on mixed teams
in a number of event. You must appear. Failure to compete will result in a breach of contract
that will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.”
Groans greeted
Benson’s announcement. He smiled at the assembled
nudes and added one final insult. “Smile everybody,
you are all stars. The viewing audience has and will
continue to see hours of your struggles here on the islands. Your faces and body are recognizable by million. You are all famous.”