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Surviver

Episode 7



 Episode  7.       SURVIVER          (C) dino 2001

[Start.]

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

Just twenty more days to go. Then the couple with the most points will
be leaving this island with our grand prize, of One Million Dollars.

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

"Emotions ran high as our ten couples rushed towards day nineteen when
five of them would be forced to leave the island." [Show scenes of the
couples gathering mud off their subs.] "The first challenge took place
at the mud pool, where Lisa and Myka edged ahead of the Major and Jane
to capture first place in the points standings.

"To lighten the mood around the campfire that evening, Colleen
encouraged Marsha and Nadine to tell the group their tales of self
bondage sessions gone wrong." [Clip of Marsha.] Marsha: "She turned to
me with a sheepish look on her face. I could tell that she couldn't
feel the key anymore."

"The final challenge for this half of the game was a relay race. A run
for the subs and a long swim for the doms." [Show scenes of the race.]

"After the race and the points were totaled up, we had our five
finalists. They are Peter and Sue, the Major and Jane, Lisa and Myka,
Sam and Trish, and the final couple to survive past the split, Brandi
and Marsha. In twenty days, one of these five couples will be leaving
the island with our Million Dollar prize."


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

[End episode intro.]


[Title: DAY TWENTY.]

[View from a hand held camera.] From the beach, the view follows the
path through the jungle and up to the shelter. 

It's mid morning but the surviver's camp seems strangely deserted. The
five remaining couples are sleeping in late after a night of
festivities at the production camp party.

The camera pans around the area outside the shelter. We see ashes in
the firepit, a cook pot left out. The camp table with a half empty
water jug on it. Some clothing hangs on a line strung between two
trees. The scene shifts, as we switch to a camera mounted inside the
shelter.

The couples are sprawled out on the mats and sleeping soundly. Sounds
of snoring come from the Major and from Peter. The sleeping pads
formerly used by Eddie and by Colleen, mats won in the secret challenge
early on in the game, have now been taken over by Lisa and Brandi and
their subs. Now, with five of the couples gone, the shelter seems much
less crowded.

It's close to noon before there's any sign of life in the camp. The
Major is seen standing in the doorway, looking out through half closed
eyes. He carefully makes his way down the two steps and he ambles off
towards the latrine.

[Camera on the Major as he urinates.] He looks up into the lens.

Major: "Christ. It's been a while since I got as shit-faced as I did
last night. Great party, though."

Sam stumbles along the path towards the toilet. He parks his ass on the
seat beside the Major and groans loudly.

Major: "How's your head, Sam?"

Sam: "Ooooh. What was in that grog they served last night? It went down
like liquid ambrosia but I'm paying for it now."

The Major chuckles to himself as he heads back to camp. At the shelter,
he meets his sub, Jane.

Major: To Jane. "We'll skip the morning workout today. Get a fire going
and make me some coffee."

A parting gift from Kent last night was a box of matches, so Jane gets
one and then goes to the fire pit. She soon has a fire going and she
puts a pot of water on to heat. Meanwhile, others are slowly rousing
themselves to make some sort of a start to the day.

Peter, Sam, and their subs, sit at the camp table to wait for the
coffee to be ready. Trish is looking around.

Trish: "Seems awfully quiet around here. Where is everybody?"

Sam: "Yeah. Living so closely with nineteen other people, then suddenly
having half of them gone is a big change."

Peter: "No more Max to argue with. No Judith to complain any more."

From inside the shelter is heard giggling and laughter. Brandi and Lisa
are having some fun with their subs. Peter and Sam look to one another
and Sam rolls his eyes.

Peter: "Don't forget. Each of us now have a one in five chance of
walking off here with a million bucks."

Trish: "I know that we could sure use the money. What would you do if
you won?"

Peter: "I'd quit building houses for other people, that's for sure.
We've had our eye on a nice little patch of land for a while now. A
mansion on the hill top? Sure would be nice. How about you two?"

Sam: "We've both been out of work since the plant closed down. We had
to give up the apartment and we've been living at the cabin. I had
some work in town, but the commute is a bitch. It must be nice not to
have to drag your ass to a lousy job day after day."

Jane has the coffee made and she brings the pot to the table. Sue and
Trish go to the food storage shelf for the containers of milk powder
and sugar. Coconut shell coffee cups are rounded up and handed around.
The Major joins the other two couples at the table, and the six
challengers pause to allow the strong coffee to chase the fog from
their brains.

Peter: "We were just talking about what we'd do if we won the money,
Major. Do you have any plans?"

Major: "Counting chickens before they hatch?" The Major slowly sips his
coffee. "I haven't really thought about it. Living here on this island
though, it's given me a taste for the sea again."

The smell of fresh coffee brings the girls out from their love nest and
the four of them head off to the toilet. When they return, they get
coffees and sit with the others.

Marsha: "Seems awfully quiet around here."

Lisa: "We all fit around the table now."

Brandi: "Anybody hungry?"

After gorging themselves at the party last night, no one feels like
eating anything just yet. Brandi and Marsha offer to go check the mail,
so they finish their coffee and go. Sue and Trish take a walk down to
the beach, while Peter, Sam, and the Major look over the shelter.

Sam: "We have plenty of space now. Maybe we could throw up some walls
to give each of us some privacy."

Major: "That's not a bad idea. I'm tired of watching them girls jumping
each other all night."

Outside, Lisa and Myka are sitting with Jane. Lisa hears the Major's
comment and her eyes flash with anger.

Lisa: Quietly. "That man is such a pig."

Myka: "Let it go, Lisa. We have another twenty days to put up with
him."

The three doms leave the shelter to scout the jungle for building
materials. When they've gone, Lisa turns to Jane.

Lisa: "How can you stand it, being around him. How could you even let
him touch you?"

Jane: "The Major takes care of me and he guides me. He's not a bad
master."

Lisa: "Oh come on, Jane. You're a pretty girl. You could get a hundred
men better than him."

Jane: She looks at Lisa, and then Myka. "You think that I am pretty?"

Myka: "Well sure you are. You should let your hair grow though." Myka
grins. "You look kind of butch with it so short."

Jane: "The Major makes me keep it short."

Myka: "Well, to each his own I guess."

[Cut to:] Down the beach. Brandi and Marsha have reached the mail tree.
Brandi reaches into the bamboo tube and finds a note from Kent,
congratulating those that made it past the split.

Brandi: Reading. "See you all tomorrow for the first challenge of this
second half.   Kent."

Marsha: "I wonder if the challenges will be getting harder now."

Brandi: "Probably."

Neither girl has a pocket, so Brandi leaves the note on the sand with a
rock on top so it doesn't blow away. The two girls move into the water
to sit in the shallows and soak up some sun. Since early on in the
game, both Brandi and Marsha have shed their inhibitions about being
naked. Following the lead of Lisa and Myka, they've found being free of
clothing much more practical in the tropical heat of the day.

The two lay back on the sand and let the gentle waves break over their
legs to lap at their pussies. Brandi's toes of her left foot touch the
leather cuff on Marsha's ankle. She moves her foot slightly and feels
around the edge of the cuff and her submissives soft skin underneath.

Brandi brings her hand up to Marsha's over her head and hooks a finger
under Marsha's wrist cuff. She pulls Marsha's hands down and brings
one to her face. Brandi tenderly kisses the palm of her sub's hand.

Marsha: "You love it here on this island, don't you."

Brandi: "Beats winter in Ohio." Brandi looks at Marsha. "If we won the
million, we could buy an island like this and live there forever."

Marsha rolls over on her side to face her mistress. Her free hand
explores Brandi's chest to the limit of her wrist chain. Brandi is
gently biting the edge of Marsha's hand.

Marsha: "That would be nice. We could lay on the beach all day and have
servants bring us stuff."

Brandi takes Marsha's fingers out of her mouth.

Brandi: "I could lay on the beach and have You bring Me stuff."

Marsha: She fakes a pout. "Hey! I'm working hard for the money too."

Brandi gives her sub's hand a shake, making her chain jingle.

Brandi: "You forget who's in chains here."

Marsha: She grins shyly. "No, mistress. That is something I could never
forget."

Brandi moves Marsha's hands down, then puts her arms around the girl to
draw her body close in a big hug. Brandi's hand slides down the back of
her sub to cup one fleshy globe of her ass. Marsha wiggles her bum at
the touch while her hands, trapped between them, reach towards her
mistress's sex. Marsha brings one fingertip up, into Brandi's slit and,
parting the folds, she finds that tiny pleasure bump.

With a soft moan, Brandi's lips lock to those of her sub and the two
girls exchange a long, passionate kiss.

[Cut to:] Somewhere in the jungle. The three doms have run across a
grove of small palm trees. They are gathering up leafy fronds to make
partitions for the shelter.

Sam uses the machete to hack down a few long bamboo poles and the Major
and Peter pile the palm tree fronds on them. The poles are lifted and
it's all carried back to camp.

The girls get busy weaving the leaves into mats to be used for walls
inside the shelter. Sam and Peter take the bamboo poles and set up
frames inside, to hold the mats. Brandi and Marsha return, the Major
and Jane take the boat out to catch some lunch. In the heat of the
afternoon, they all break for something to eat.

Myka has made the rice with coconut milk and there's chunks of
pineapple mixed in with it. A big fish was hooked by Jane and cooked by
Brandi over the fire. Along with the food, there's a pot of tea to wash
it all down. After lunch, Trish makes some lemonade to take down to the
beach. The group swims or sits around in the shade for most of the
afternoon.

Towards evening, while the rest of the group finishes off the changes
to the shelter, Sam and Trish take the boat out to catch some supper.

[Camera in another boat, following them.] Sam powers the little boat
out past the reef and away from the island, heading South. As they
round the far tip of their island they see, off in the distance,
another, larger island. Sam cuts the motor.

Sam: To Trish. "Let's take a look at it."

Trish: "It's early still. Why not."

Sam starts the boat again and they head out across the open sea to the
other island. Half way there and Sam slows to peer over the side. He
finds that the water is deep enough not to be able to see the bottom.
Probably a good fishing spot.

As they get closer to the island they see high cliffs along one side.
Sam steers towards the Western end where the land drops to a small,
rocky beach. He slows, and Trish hangs over the front to watch for
rocks.

Sam finally lifts the motor to then paddle the last few yards to shore.
They both notice many feathers floating on the water, and on the
island, what look to be birds of some kind. After the two have landed
it's easy to tell what kind of birds inhabit the island.

Trish: "Chickens!"

Sam: "There must be hundreds here."

Brown ones and white ones and speckled ones, sit on rocks and dart
between the trees. Trish carefully makes her way across the rocks to the
edge of the forest and looks, to see nests with eggs nestled in amongst
the undergrowth. There are chickens everywhere, and chicken shit too.
They have to watch where they step.

Trish: "We've landed on Chicken Island!"

[Go commercial.] / [Return.]

Sam and Trish stand on the rocky shore of Chicken Island. A group of
inquisitive birds have gathered around them. One gets between Trish's
feet and begins pecking at one of her leather ankle cuffs.

Trish: "Hey!"

Trish shifts her foot and the chicken runs off to stand a few feet away
and glare at her. 

Sam bends down to touch one of the birds near him. It permits the
briefest touch before it takes off running and clucking, flapping it's
wings in a futile attempt at flight. 

Sam takes a step and the birds near him scatter. He chases one down and
his hand comes down on the chicken's back, trapping the bird against
the ground. The chicken squawks loudly. Sam lifts the bird with both
hands around it's body. It's head comes around and it jabs it's pointy
beak into his finger. Sam grabs the head in one hand while holding an
arm around the bird. The panicked chicken lets go with a spray of shit
that dribbles down his leg.

Sam: "Fuck!"

Trish can't stop laughing.

Sam: "Chicken for dinner?"

Trish still has the giggles. Sam begins to twist the chicken's head
around in a circle. Three quarters of the way around he feels a
tightness, then, there's a muffled crack. The bird ceases it's
struggles.

Trish, no longer laughing, watches her husband release the chicken's
head. It flops to one side, the neck, broken.

Trish: "Yuck."

Sam: "That sucked."

Trish: "Two more?"

Sam: "Right."

Sam takes the dead bird to the boat and washes the chicken shit off his
legs. He gets the fishing net. It's a simple thing to toss the net over
one of the chickens around them, and Sam holds a big one down against
the rocks while wringing it's neck. Trish helps out by herding another
into the net Sam holds and, in just a few minutes, the group's dinner
is caught.

Sam and Trish go into the jungle and gather up two dozen eggs from the
many nests around. The eggs go into a pail from the boat and Trish pads
them with some leaves before they start back.

Sam lets Trish get into the boat before he pushes it out into deeper
water. He then climbs in and sits down in back.

Trish: "Sam, the mighty chicken hunter."

Sam: "What the hell are all these chickens doing out here?"

Trish: "You think they belong to someone?"

Sam: "They must. Maybe someone lives on the other side of the island."

Trish: "We'll have to thank them for the lovely supper."

Sam laughs and fires up the motor. The little boat roars out to sea.

[Cut to: Surviver beach.] The group is sitting out on the beach,
waiting for Sam and Trish to return with the boat. Heads turn as the
sound of the motor is heard. Peter and Brandi get up to help Sam bring
the boat in.

Lisa: She calls out. "Catch anything?"

Sam reaches down, then holds up the three chickens by their necks. Two
in one hand and one in the other.

Sue: "What. . . ?"

Myka: "Chickens!"

Everyone gets up to gather around the boat.

Major: "Where'd you find these?"

Sam: "Head South, to an island with low cliffs along the shore. There's
hundreds of them all over the island."

Myka volunteers to prepare the chickens while Peter gets a fire going.
The grill is found, and a bottle of barbecue sauce left over from the
pig roast is brought down to the beach. The chicken makes a welcome
change from fish.

It's late by the time the meal is done and everybody's finished eating.
The couples sit around the fire a while longer, then turn in for the
night. The girls now have a room at the back of the shelter and the
other three couples each have smaller, partitioned off areas for
themselves. Everyone gets a good night's rest.

[Title: DAY TWENTY ONE.]

Myka and Marsha have risen early and Marsha has a pot of coffee made.
The two girls sit at the table sipping coconut shell cups of the strong
brew. Myka has the pail of eggs on the table and she is examining them,
holding each one up to a ray of sunlight that slants through the trees.

Trish returns from the toilet and fixes herself a coffee, then sits
with the other two subs. She watches as Myka sorts the eggs into two
piles.

Trish: "What are you doing, Myka."

Myka: "Some of these eggs are no good."

Trish: "They've gone bad already?"

Myka: "Look."

Myka holds one egg up to the sunlight. She and Trish peer at it. A
small dark line can be seen through the translucent shell, running
through the inside. Myka takes the egg and cracks it open into the
frying pan. The girls all look at the few tiny red lines that have
formed in amongst the white.

Myka: "Some of these have been fertilized. Look at this one." She holds
another egg up to the light. "This one has a baby chicken in it."

Marsha: "Is it still alive?"

Myka: "No. It might have hatched in another week. There's eight here
that I don't recommend we eat. We'll let the pigs have them."

Marsha: Grinning. "The doms?"

The other two look at her and then start laughing. They try to do it
quietly.

Myka: "The wild pigs. There's still two or three on this island. All of
last night's chicken bones we left out are gone."

The Major and Jane step out from the shelter. Jane heads off to the
toilet while the Major comes over to the table where the girls are
sitting. Marsha gets a guilty look on her face and the Major glances at
her. When nothing is said to her she feels relief that her dom
reference had not been overheard. The Major looks at the eggs, the
coffee pot, and then at Myka.

Major: "How's our supplies holding up?"

Myka: "Pretty good, Major. There's rice and beans, cooking oil, sugar
and coffee. Tea, powdered milk, and a few spices. We should be Ok for
the next several days."

Trish: "How do you like your eggs, Major?"

Major: "Over easy. I'd like you all to keep track of the food supply.
Now that we've found the chickens, I don't think that Kent will be
coming through with food as often."

Sam: He's joined the group at the table. "What's your take on chicken
island, Major? Why is there an island full of them so close to here?"

Major: "I'm wondering why we never looked before. We have the boat, and
plenty of gas. I wonder what other surprises are laying around out
there."

Peter and Sue join in the conversation. Peter and the Major decide to
take a run around the island in the boat after breakfast. Some of the
girls get busy cooking eggs, while Peter and Sue go check the mail.

They return with the mail just as everyone is gathering around the
table to eat. Brandi and Marsha have used some flour to make pancakes
and the men get two eggs, boiled or fried, while the ladies get one
each. Fruit, and the pancakes round out the meal. Peter reads the
challenge to the group.

"Quick on the buzzer,
Right answer will win.
Get it wrong,
Sub goes for a spin."

Lisa: "A quiz show?"

Sam: "Questions and answers. Something nasty happens to you subs if the
answer's wrong."

There's silence for a few moments. Usually, Judith has something to say
about threats of something unpleasant happening to the subs. But Judith
is no longer here. Marsha sighs, expressing the feelings that a few in
the group have over the departure of the other contestants.

[Iso shot, Marsha and Trish.]  Marsha: "It's so wierd not having the
others around now. Judith, and Nadine. Sierra."

Trish: "Nadine was someone you could talk to. I miss having her
around. And Rusty would always have something to say to cheer everyone
up."

After breakfast, Peter and the Major take a walk down to the boat. The
two doms get it into the water and then they both move to sit in the
back, to drive. The two men look at one another for a moment. Then,
Peter yields the rear seat to the Major and he sits up front. The Major
gives the cord a yank and the motor starts. The boat heads out.

Back at camp, Myka and Marsha offer to go for water. Jane decides to
tag along, and Sue goes too. Sam and Trish, Lisa and Brandi, they all
head for the beach to work on their tans.

[Camera following the girls through the jungle.]

As usual, it's tough going for the four subs as they hike through the
jungle. They follow the rough trail towards the well. Jane's ankle
chain hooks on a root and it brings her to an abrupt stop. The other
three girls go back to help her get free.

Marsha holds Jane's arm while Myka bends down to free her chain. Sue
looks on. Myka gets the chain untangled from the roots and she looks up
at Jane. Myka's eyes focus on Jane's inner thighs. There's a few red,
round marks there. Myka touches one and Jane trembles.

Myka: "What happened here, Jane? Did some insect bite you?"

Jane: She looks down at her thighs. "Yes, I guess so. Last night."

Sue: "Let's see."

Most submissives keep themselves trimmed down there, but Jane has a
full patch of hair over her pussy and even a few light hairs partway
down her thighs. Sue examines the "bug bites" on the girl's inner
thighs.

Sue: "Those are burns, Myka." To Jane, "Did the Major do this?"

Jane: "Uh, No. Of course not."

Sue: "Don't lie, Jane. He burned you with, what, a smoldering stick I
guess, since no one here smokes."

Jane: "I. . . he. The Major takes care of me and he guides. . ."

Sue: "Oh, save it, Jane. I've heard that line before. Look. You don't
want to talk, fine. Let's go."

Sue takes up her water jugs and heads off. Myka follows and hurries to
catch up to Sue.

Myka: To Sue. "Sue, what's going on?"

Sue: "Oh, nothing at all, Myka. The Major beats and tortures his sub.
That's all. Nothing for us to bother with, right?"

Sue goes off ahead while Myka waits for the other two to catch up. The
four subs meet up at the well. Sue has the bucket down but with her
short wrist chain it's next to impossible for her to haul up the full
bucket. Marsha moves in to help her. Sue lifts on the rope, Marsha
grabs it further down, and together they draw up a pail of water.

Sue avoids looking at Jane as the other two subs fill the water jugs.
Finally, Jane speaks up.

Jane: To Sue. "Sue. Could I see you alone for a moment? Please."

Sue: She glances at Jane. "All right."

The two move off aways away from Myka and Marsha and the cameraman.
Unbeknownst to the two girls, they end up standing near a remote camera
hidden amongst the foliage. Jane turns to Sue.

Jane: "Sue, I know you don't like the Major or the way he treats me.
I've been with him for the last two years and believe me, I know what
he'll do to me if he finds out I've even been talking to you. Do you
understand why I can't say anything?"

Sue: "Jane, if he's being abusive with you and you are not happy with
him, you don't have to remain so. Get out. Leave the Major before
something serious happens to you."

Jane: "Where would I go? He knows people, Sue, people he can call. He'd
find me and then. . . ." Jane lowers her voice. "I really believe that
he'd kill me, Sue, and it wouldn't be quick, either."

Sue: "Jane you don't have to live like that if you don't want to."

Sue looks away for a moment. She stares off into the jungle. Then, she
turns back to Jane.

Sue: "Peter has asked me not to get involved in this. He feels that
it's none of anyone's business what two people choose to do. If you
don't want our help, that's fine. But if you're tired of being his
punching bag, Peter and I can help you get away from him. If you're
being abused by him, I know that Peter will help you. All right?"

Jane: She places her hand on Sue's arm. "All right, Sue. I'll think
about it."

The two go back to the others standing around the well.

Myka: "All better now?"

Sue: "For now, I guess. Let's go."

[Cut to: camera on the beach.] 

Sam lays on the sand with Trish by his side. Brandi is on his other
side with Lisa beside her. From time to time, one or more will roll
over, or move around, to let the sun shine down all over their bodies.
All four are nude.

Trish has noticed several times, Sam's eyes lingering just a bit too
long on the other girls. She'll give him a poke in the ribs, or a smack
on the arm, on his bum, to bring his focus back to her. But then Lisa,
or Brandi, will say something to him and he'll glance, then look, then
end up staring openly again at the other two girls.

Trish tries hard not to let her husband's roving eyes upset her. She is
secure in knowing that Sam loves her. Both she and Sam are so good for
one another in so many ways. And besides, Sam is master, and she, the
submissive. In that context, she really has no right to be critical of
his actions. Yet deep down, there's still that little part of her that
finds his looking at the other girls hurtful.

Brandi has noticed the times that Trish has poked her dom to gain his
attention. She understands that Trish might feel some jealousy from
Sam's looking at her and Lisa. The fact that neither of them have any
interest in Sam has no bearing on the situation. Straight people, men
in particular, tend to think that lesbians can be set back on track if
only the right man came along.

Brandi gets an idea. She stands up and turns to Lisa.

Brandi: "Feel like a swim, Lisa?"

Brandi nudges Lisa's foot with her toe, indicating that it was not a
rhetorical question. Lisa takes the hint and the two step out into the
surf. Away from Sam and Trish, Brandi lets Lisa in on her plan.

Brandi: "Follow my lead, but keep it low key."

Lisa: "Ok."

Back on the beach the girls pick up their wrap dress towels and shake
out the sand. They stand before Sam to dry themselves, and each other,
off. Then Brandi and Lisa spread their towels out, Brandi alongside
Trish, and Lisa beside Sam. The four settle down for a while.

Brandi inches her hand towards Trish's leg. Her knuckles graze her
thigh. Trish feels the contact but lets it slide. After a few minutes,
Brandi's fingertips, ever so softly, begin to stroke along Trish's leg.

Brandi turns on her side to face Trish. Her hand shifts to the top of
Trish's thigh. Trish turns her head and looks at Brandi. The girl's
eyes lock.

Brandi: "Lovely day, isn't it."

Trish: "Your hand is on my thigh."

Brandi: "Yeah. Ever wonder what it's like?"

Trish: "What?"

Brandi: "Being with another woman."

Trish: "Ah, no."

Trish looks to Sam who is looking at her. He arches his eyebrow at her.

Sam: "Suzy at the plant? You told me that she had the hots for you."

Trish: "I. . . ."

Trish turns back towards Brandi. Brandi moves her head down a bit to
put her mouth inches away from Trish's nipple. She looks up at her.

Lisa sits up beside Sam who's grinning and watching the action with his
wife. Lisa runs her fingernails lightly down Sam's back. He glances
back at her.

Lisa: "Brandi won't mind if we watch, will you, Brandi."

Brandi: "Not at all."

Trish looks back at her husband. She sees that there's no help to be
had there. Sam's brain has shut down from lack of blood. It's all
gathering someplace else. She looks at Brandi again. 

Trish gives a glance towards the camera. The operator has positioned
the camera a little ways away from the group and he zooms in on her
face. Her look is one of confusion, but underneath that is a trace of
devilment. Trish makes up her mind. She brings her hand to her breast
slowly, then lifts it slightly towards Brandi.

Brandi smiles and puts out her tongue. She gently flicks it across
Trish's nipple. That first contact travels through the four people like
an electrical charge. Lisa sees Sam's cock twitch at the same time as
she feels a little tingle in her clit. She slips her arm around his
waist and rests her other hand on his thigh.

Brandi moves forward a little and takes the proffered nipple between
her lips. Trish watches as the bud disappears into the girl's mouth.
It feels very different than when Sam does this to her. It's much more
slow, more gentle too. Brandi's mouth feels slippery soft, and yet, the
feelings in Trish begin to build nonetheless.

Trish closes her eyes and lets her head fall back to her beach towel.
Brandi moves with her, all the while keeping contact with that
delicious little bump. Her hand glides up Trish's thigh. Trish's legs
part on their own accord. Brandi's fingers stray downwards and into the
moistness between.

Lisa is watching Sam's cock dance against his belly. Men's bodies have
never held her interest before. But here, on the deserted beach of this
island, and watching Brandi and Trish, Lisa's curiosity is peaked. She
moves her hand a bit closer to that big hairy thing. The heat coming
off it is like an oven. Lisa waits, Sam's cock dips, and it touches the
backs of her fingers.

Sam looks down to see Lisa's hand with his cock laying across it. He
looks at her and Lisa grins a shy grin. Sam's eyes are drawn back to
his wife, as Brandi's fingers find Trish's pleasure center. Gently, so
softly, Trish feels herself being opened down there and a slender
finger begins to explore inside.

Lisa gets bold and she strokes Sam's cock with the backs of her
fingers. The thing comes to life, twitching and jumping. Never in her
life has Lisa been this close to one. A cock. A man's center. She
brings her hand over it and lets the head run across her palm. It's
soft, so smooth. Like silk. There's a thin trail of wet across her
hand. Lisa looks, then brings her hand up to her face. She secretly
puts her tongue out to touch the tip to that glistening trail.

Brandi's thumb is on her clit and Trish lets out a moan. Her mouth
leaves the nipple and Trish takes a breath at the loss of sensations.
But Brandi is on the move with her mouth tracking down her chest, then
down, down Trish's tummy. She pauses a bit as her tongue dips into her
belly button. Trish's hips come up and she inches herself down,
pressing herself on Brandi's hand in between.

Sam lets out a gasp too, as Lisa's hand closes around his shaft. Trish
looks to him and then down, seeing her treasure held in the hand of
another woman. But just then, Brandi curls her finger up, inside, and
flicks across Trish's G-spot. Sensations fill her brain and her eyes
close once more.

Sam's cock is rock hard, twitching with a life of it's own. Lisa begins
a slow up and down motion with her hand. Sam's head drops back, his
eyes close, and both he and his wife give in to those primitive
feelings flowing within.

Trish is close now. Her back arches upwards and Brandi slips an arm
under her body. Her head moves back up to Trish's breast and her lips
find a hard little nipple to nibble. Brandi slips a second finger
inside, all the while stroking, with the pad of her thumb, the area
around that tiny little nubbin, Trish's clit.

Trish: "Oh, oh, oh God. I'm. . . uunnngggg!"

Trish's hand finds Sam's and she squeezes it hard as she cums. Brandi
feels hot wetness on her fingers. She looks downward to see a gush of
clear girl cum spray over her hand. Sam, watching his wife being fucked
by Brandi and having his cock stroked by Lisa, lets loose with a cum of
his own. Spurts of sticky white goo leap from the tip and dribble all
over Lisa's fingers and hand.

Sam and Trish lay comatose on their towels. Brandi removes her hand
from between Trish's thighs and she brings her fingers to her lips. She
gives them a sniff, then a lick. Brandi grins widely at Lisa.

Lisa has pearls of cum all over her hand. She touches it with a finger
of her other hand. Sam's cum feels cool to the touch as the moisture 
evaporates. It's slippery too. Lisa slowly moves her hand closer to her
lips.

Brandi: "Go on, Lisa. It won't kill you."

Lisa licks up a drop of Sam's cum. She rolls it around on her tongue.

Lisa: "Tastes funny."

Brandi: "There you go."

A bit later on the four go in for a wash. They're just settling back
down on the beach when the four subs return from water detail. They
bring a jug of cool water fresh from the well, some fruit found along
the way, and Marsha sits with Brandi, Myka with Lisa.

Marsha: "So, what have you guys been doing?"

Brandi: She's grinning. "Oh, nothing much. Just relaxing on the beach."

[Cut to: Camera in boat, following Peter and the Major's boat.]

They've gone around to the South side of Chicken Island. There's a
small dock there and a house of some sort can be seen up on a hill,
inland, through the trees. And there's chickens sitting around
everywhere, more so on this side where their food likely comes from.
The Major has cut the motor so he can talk, and the boat drifts past
the dock.

Major: "The people that live here, they probably supply chickens to
everyone in the area. Nice little operation, right?"

Peter: "Could be, I guess. There must be some tourist resorts around
here. They could supply them with fresh chicken and eggs."

Major: "You got it. A man could do all right with a setup like this."

The Major starts the motor and they cruise slowly the length of the
island. At the end he powers out to sea again. They cut a wide arc
North, to follow along the other side of their island. The Major slows
and steers into a few bays along the way but they see no signs of
habitation, or much of anything else except for thick jungle along the
water's edge.

Looking West, away from their island, other islands can be seen on the
horizon. On a couple of the larger ones the doms recognise the glimmer
of high rise resort towers. Boats far off in the distance can be seen
too. However there's nothing close by that they can go to in the tiny
open boat.

At the north tip of the island is the production camp. The Major slows
a bit to scope out the activity there but he gives the area a wide
berth. They've all suffered the consequences of trespassing there
before, when Eddie stole the boat.

Down the Eastern shore of the island, past some of the previous
challenge sites, and Peter and the Major return to the surviver camp
beach. All the others are there, sitting or lying out in the late
morning sun. As the two doms park the boat, Jane and Sue join them with
fruit and water.

Lunch is more fruit and a jug of tart tasting lemonade. The contestants
relax for a while before going to the day's challenge competition.

The challenge is located at the wide area of beach just south of the
mail tree. Five groups of two chairs are arranged in the shade of the
jungle in a semicircle around a long table, where Kent and Miss Kate
are seated. They have large umbrellas over them so they're also shaded
from the sun. On the table before Miss Kate is a console with an
impressive number of switches and lights and dials.

As the challengers enter the area they notice the chairs. Each place
has two chairs. One, a regular office type chair and one, a hard wooden
chair. And mounted in the center of each wooden chair's seat is a big
thick dildo.

A small stand sits before each wooden chair. There's a red button on
top and a light. A Jeep is parked off to the side with three truck
batteries in back. Cables lead from the batteries to Kate's console,
then to each couple's station with the chair dildo and the red button.

Kent: "Welcome to the Surviver Quiz Show. Now you all know the idea
here. I ask a question and if a submissive thinks she knows the answer,
she'll push the button. The questions all have something to do with
sex. You can consult with your dom and, after you've buzzed in, you
have five seconds to answer. I see you've noticed the dildos on the
chairs.

"We had a different arrangement set for John and Rusty, but they
haven't made it into the final five. So all the sub's chairs are the
same. If you give a wrong answer, the dildo will start vibrating. It
will buzz away for thirty seconds, or until you answer another question
correctly. If during that time you answer another question incorrectly,
the vibrations will get stronger. There's four levels of intensity, and
each time the power goes up it won't stop for a full thirty seconds, or
until you give a right answer.

"Challengers, please take your seats and we'll begin."

Each couple picks a spot and the doms sit on the padded chairs while
the subs try and manoeuvre themselves over the wooden ones. A dollop of
lubricant is on each dildo to ease the way. The girls bring a hand down
to open up, then, slowly, each of them settles down on the fat rubber
dildos. One by one, the subs get their bums settled on the chair seats
with their pussies full of rubber cock. They shift around a bit, then
look up, grinning.

Kent: "Ok. For the first round, a correct answer gets the couple two
points. A wrong answer and your dildo starts buzzing. The subs have to
push the button and they have to say the answer. Your dom is there only
to help you with the answer. Doms can't touch the buttons or their
subs.

"Everyone ready?"

Kent lifts the first page of questions and he asks the first one. Trish
slaps her button, her light lights up and a ding is heard. She answers
the question correctly. Two points for Sam and Trish.

Next question, Sue rings in first. Peter winces as she gives a wrong
answer. He knew the answer but she didn't wait for him to tell her.
There's a loud buzz, and a second later, a surprised look comes over
Sue as her dildo starts vibrating.

As the contestants get into the swing of the game, Kent picks up the
tempo.

Kent: "Number of calories in a teaspoon of semen?" 

Myka: "Seven."   

Kent: "Correct. 

"True or false. The largest natural penis recorded is eleven inches."

Marsha: She rings in. "Bigger, I think. False."

Kent: "No, true."

Marsha's dildo comes to life. A look of relief comes over Sue as her
dildo finally stops buzzing inside her. Peter is grinning. The
questions continue.

Kent: "The longest documented orgasm for a woman is one minute. True or
false?"

Trish: She rings in. "True."

Kent: "Correct. 

"Seventy five percent of men cum within two minutes of penetration.
True or false."

Marsha: "False."

Kent: "No, true. 

"The most common fantasy is what?"

Sue: "Oral sex."

Kent: "Right.

After a few more questions, Marsha's dildo is buzzing at level three
and she is close to cumming. Another question and her hand goes out to
slap her button but she misses it entirely. Jane's light goes on and
she glances at the Major and whispers her answer. The Major nods. Jane
gives the answer. Correct.

Marsha is very close to the edge of an orgasm when her dildo suddenly
stops buzzing and leaves her hanging.

Marsha: She groans. "Nooo!"

Kent: "Marsha, you'll have to buzz in before you give your answer."

Marsha's eyes open and she glances around, embarrassed. Kent and Kate
are grinning.

Kent: "True or false. The distance a sperm travels to fertilize an egg
is the human equivalent of running a twenty six mile marathon. Myka."

Myka thought she knew, but now she's not sure. She looks to Lisa. Lisa
thinks it's more.

Myka: "Uh, false."   

Kent: "No, true."

Miss Kate bumps Myka's dildo up a notch to level two. Myka squirms on
her seat as the vibrations inside her intensify.

Kent: He stands. "All right. We'll take a short break before we begin
round two."

He and Miss Kate go to a cooler and get out bottles of water. They're
passed around to the doms and the subs. Myka, her dildo still buzzing
inside her, takes a bottle of water from Miss Kate. Myka's hand is
shaking a bit. Her dildo finally stops vibrating and she lets out a
slow breath.

They all pause a moment to catch their breath and quench their thirst.
Then, Kate and Kent take their places at the table for round two.

"Kent: "We have the team of Sam in the lead with eight. The Major is
second with six. Peter has four, Lisa, and Brandi, both have two. The
next set of questions are worth four points each.

"Sperm whales are sexually mature at what age? Birth, two years, four
years, or ten years old?"

Trish: "Ten years?"

Kent: "No, at birth.

"The laws written by Adolph Hitler condemned homosexual acts. True or
false, Lesbians were exempt from that law."

Myka rings in and looks to Lisa. They had both heard this one before
someplace. Lisa nods, yes.

Myka: "True."

Kent: "That is correct."

At the mid point of round two, Trish's dildo has been grinding away on
level four for over a minute. She has visibly cum once, and she's
building up for another.

Kent: "In Texas, it's illegal to have sex with a fish."

Trish's hand hits her button, likely by accident. Her hands are
gripping the sides of the stand so tightly her knuckles are white.

Sam is telling her the answer, that it's true. He's yelling the answer
to her but it's not registering.

Trish: "It. . . uh, ough, ough, oh God, uuuunnnggg!!"

Kent: "Incorrect. There Is a law against sex with fish on the books."

Kate pops another thirty seconds on Trish's dildo timer.

Kent: "The average total amount of a man's lifetime ejaculate?"

Sue is close, her dildo churning away at level three. It suddenly stops
buzzing. Sue rocks forward, desperate to regain the sensations that
will finish her off. Her forehead comes down on her button. "Bing!"

Kent: "Sue?"

Sue: "Uh. . . ."

Sue looks to Peter. He shrugs his shoulders. Sue looks back at Kent.

Kent: "Time's up. Fourteen gallons."

Kate hits a switch and Sue's dildo starts gently vibrating. Just enough
to be annoying now, not strong enough to bring on the orgasm that was
so close, only moments before. Tears begin to form in Sue's eyes.

Kent: "You can tell a turtle's sex by the sound it makes. True or
false."

Major: To Jane. "Hit it."

Jane hits her button and looks to her dom. The Major tells her the
answer, false, thinking that turtles don't make any sound.

Jane: "False."

Kent: "Wrong. Males grunt, females hiss."

Jane's dildo springs to life inside her. She and the Major have had
very few incorrect answers so far. He's only told her to buzz in
whenever he was sure of the correct answer, and he's let the other
challengers take the heat over wrong guesses. Getting this one wrong
has visibly annoyed the Major since he was sure he knew it.

Marsha gets the next one right and her dildo mercifully shuts off. She
slumps down in her chair. On the next question, the Major orders his
sub to push the button. He tells her the answer. Jane pauses for just a
moment this time.

Jane knows this one but her dom has it wrong. Still, she gives the
answer she was told to say.

Kent: "Incorrect."

Jane's dildo jumps to stage two. The Major looks surprised.

Kent: "John Norman has written how many Gore books?"

Major: "Jane." Bing! "Twenty three."

Jane: "Twenty three, Sir."

Kent: "Incorrect. Twenty five."

Jane's dildo goes to level three. Jane has never had anything like this
inside her pussy and the vibrations are beginning to get to her. In a
nice way. Jane shifts her bottom around a bit and lets the dildo work
on places that haven't been worked on for years.

Kent: "Name another mammal, besides humans, that has sex for pleasure."

Jane hits her button. Bing! She knows this one from biology class.
Dolphins. She doesn't look at the Major, who's in shock from her taking
action on her own. Jane's dildo is driving her someplace that she
really wants to go to.

Jane: "Sea lions."

Kent: "Wrong. Dolphins, or Bonobo monkeys."

Jane's dildo shifts into high gear and she lets out a small moan. Jane
rides the wave.

Two more questions go by and then the Major orders his sub to answer
one. Jane has been making little noises on and off and her hand comes
down mechanically on her button. "Bing!"

Kent: "Jane."

From far away Jane hears her dom saying something to her. Dreamily she
turns to look. The Major yells the answer at her. She turns to look at
the blur before her and her mouth opens.

Kent: "Time's up. The answer is. . . ."

Jane starts with a low moan that gets higher and louder. Kent stops and
looks. Kate's finger hovers over the button that will restart the
vibrator timer. Jane teeters on the brink of a massive cum.

It's one of those magical moments that sometimes happen in an
electrical control system. A slight design flaw, or a component not
quite up to specification, leading to unpredictable results. In this
case, it was a sticky stepping relay. 

Kate is starting to press the button to reset the thirty second timer
when it times out, cutting the power to Jane's dildo vibrator. The
stepper relay coil also loses power. But before the cam can drop back
to the first position, the button that Kate is pressing makes contact.
The timer resets and re-powers the circuit. The stepper relay gets
pulled in again but the lever has remained on the high cam.

The result is that Jane feels the vibrations in her dildo stop for a
fraction of a second, then start up again at full tilt. That brief
pulse rockets up her spine, powered by the vibrator lighting up again.
Jane goes into a full out, massively explosive orgasm.

Everyone on the beach is frozen in time as Jane, for the first time in
quite a while, experiences what life is all about. Jane feels like her
skull is about to cave in as every fibre of her being is gripped tight
in the force of her cum. She takes a breath and then screams loud and
long.

Kent holds his hand up to Kate in case she has any ideas of cutting the
power to the board, and he lets Jane ride it out.

Jane cums and cums for a full half minute until her dildo timer times
out again. The vibrations in her pussy stop, her scream is cut off in
mid scream, and her whole body goes limp in the chair.

Sue and Myka, begin to applaud. The others quickly join in. The Major
sits red faced, whether from embarrassment or rage is uncertain.

Sue: "Way to go, Jane!"

Brandi: "You go, girl!"

Jane is slumped in her chair, oblivious to all around her. Kent stands.

Kent: "Oh-kaay. I think we'll have a break before we start the final
round. Take twenty, everyone."

[Five way split screen, show contestants and the points totals.] Peter
and Sue: 12.  Lisa and Myka: 14.  Brandi and Marsha: 10.  Sam and
Trish: 12.  The Major and Jane: 10.

The subs ease themselves off their dildos to stand up. Marsha and Myka
help Jane up off her dildo. They walk the stunned girl down the beach
and into the water. The five submissives splash around in the ocean to
cool off, while the doms gather around the Major.

Sam: "Major. You never told us that your sub was so hot."

Peter: "Yeah. She must be a handful in bed, eh?"

Major: "Yeah. A real handful."

Kent and Kate are washing down the sub's chairs with a pail of sea
water. Fresh lubricant is applied to each dildo. Bottled water is
passed around and everyone relaxes for a while until the break is up.
Then, Kate and Kent sit down at their table while the contestants take
their places again. Kent and the doms look on as the subs settle in.

Kent: "All right. The questions for this final round are for six
points. This time though, if you give a wrong answer your vibrator will
start at full power. It will buzz away until you answer a question
correctly, or thirty seconds have passed. Ready?

"Porn star John Holms was bisexual, heterosexual or homosexual."

Marsha rings in first and gives the right answer.

Marsha: "Bisexual."

Kent: "Correct."

Brandi: "Yess!"

After six more questions, the vibrating dildos in Myka, Sue and Marsha
are grinding away madly. Myka has cum, as has Marsha. Trish gets one
wrong and her dildo starts up. Sue tries to answer one but she can't
get the words out before a cum overtakes her.

Kent: "Sorry, Sue. Elvis never liked his women totally nude.
Underpants, was the correct answer."

Jane gets a question right and then she misses the next one. Now all
the dildos are buzzing away inside each of the subs. None of them are
able to answer the next two questions Kent asks.

Kent waits until all of the vibrating dildoes have stopped vibrating.
He lifts a page of questions from the bottom of the pile. These are
ones that the answers seem obvious, but aren't.

Kent: "True or false. Genghis Khan was killed in battle."

Trish takes the bait first.

Trish: "True."

Kent: "No. Died in bed having sex."

Trish's dildo starts buzzing away madly inside her. Myka tries the next
one and she gets it wrong. Next is Jane, then Sue, and last, Marsha.
Each of them get their questions wrong.

Although she's getting weak from cumming so much today, Trish tips over
the brink once more.

Trish: "Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Uunnggg, unnggg!"

Myka: "Aaaaa, ieeee. Uh! Uh! Uh!"

One by one the subs cum. And one by one the dildos shut off leaving
them sitting in their chairs, eyes closed, coming down from the rush.
The doms are grinning and chuckling softly. Even the Major is smiling
slightly now, though most likely because he is in the lead.

Kent: "Ok. That's a wrap, folks. In first place we have the Major and
Jane with thirty four points. Lisa and Myka take second with thirty
two. Sam and Trish, thirty points. Peter and Sue have twenty four, and
Brandi and Marsha have twenty two.

"You've all done very well today. For a reward, dinner will be
delivered to your camp in a few hours. It's chicken with fried potatoes
and fresh cole slaw.

"The chicken has come from Moehi Island, or Chicken Island, as Trish
named it. Jim Brown owns and runs the chicken ranch there. And as you
guessed, Major, it's become quite a lucrative operation. Brown's
Chicken is well known around these parts. Jim has agreed to let you
folks visit his island whenever you need chickens or eggs.

"Great job today, contestants. You can head back to camp, and I'll see
you tomorrow."

Most of the subs are a bit shaky on their feet as they make their way
back to camp. Since they don't have to scrounge for supper, the
challengers spend some time in the water or on the beach, relaxing.

The Major sits with his sub Jane, a little ways from the others. He'd
wanted to talk to her before, after the challenge, but someone was
always hanging around him or Jane. Fortunately for Jane, his temper has
mellowed slightly during this time.

Major: To Jane. "That was a rather disgusting exhibition you put on
earlier. It's fortunate for you that we've managed to hold first
place."

Jane: "I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

Major: "See that it doesn't!"

The Major doesn't look at Jane, but gets up to go off someplace. Jane
watches him go. She keeps her smiles to herself.

Towards evening, Kent drives up in his Jeep and parks on Surviver
beach. The couples gather around, and Kent hands each of them a covered
container with their chicken dinners inside. Kent drives off and the
group sits on the beach to eat.

The group sits around the bonfire for a while. Most of the subs hit the
sack early though, worn out from an exhausting day.

[Go commercial. / Return.]

[Title: DAY TWENTY TWO.]

[Dawn, on the beach.] The Major, Peter, Sam and their subs are all
doing a workout this morning. Up at the camp, The other four girls are
also exercising. With things starting to heat up, each couple needs to
perform at their best now.

The three men take a run down the beach while their subs head for the
shelter to get some food ready. At the mail tree, the Major reaches
into the bamboo tube and he finds a scrap of paper with the next
challenge. He reads it to Sam and Peter.

Major: Reading. "A race for the subs. Twenty yards across hot sand."

Sam: "Twenty yards? That's not very far."

Peter: "How hot is the sand?"

Sam: "A walk across burning coals? That wouldn't be good."

Major: "Let's get something to eat."

Back at camp, over breakfast, the others study the challenge
announcement for clues.

Sue: "All our ankle chains are the same length, so no one has an
advantage in a foot race."

Myka: "It's set for just after noon when the sun's the strongest."

Marsha: "Maybe it'll get cloudy."

Sue: "Don't bet on it."

The couples take it easy the rest of the morning before gathering on
the beach for the trip to the challenge site. It's located on an area
of beach near the sand bar.

Kent is there, along with Miss Kate, and there's two lines drawn across
the sand, twenty yards apart. Since the island sand is nearly white and
doesn't get all that hot, a load of light brown coloured sand has been
spread across the area between the two lines. As the camera pans the
race course, heat waves can be seen rising from the darker sand of the
race area.

Kent: "Welcome, challengers. This is a race for the subs only. Doms,
you can sit in the shade over there." Kent points to the jungle edge.
"There's a cooler of sandwiches and beer there, help yourselves."

The doms move off, eager to get out of the hot sun. The subs stand
before Kent and Kate looking glum.

Kent: "Now, subs. Could you all step through your wrist chains please?"

The five submissives bend down to comply. They straighten up again with
their wrist chains behind their backs.

Kent: "Ladies, line up along the starting line."

The subs move towards the first line. Kate follows them. They line up
facing the patch of darker sand. Both Trish and Myka put a toe over the
line to feel the sand. It's hot from the sun. The doms, sitting on logs
beside the race course, munching on sandwiches and drinking cold beers,
look on.

Kent: "Ok. Now, could you all go down on your bellies, your head on the
starting line, and facing forward."

The subs look to one another. They're liking this challenge less and
less. When they're all in position, Kate hands a few plastic cable ties
to Kent.

Starting at each end, Kate and Kent tie each sub in a loose hog tie. A
cable tie is slipped under one wrist cuff and then the other. Zzzzip!
The sub's hands are drawn close together. Each sub's feet are hauled up
by the ankle chain and another cable tie fastens the center link of it
to the middle of their wrist chain.

When Kent and Kate are done, five submissives lay face down with their
hands locked behind their backs and their feet sticking up in the air.

Kent: "Perfect!" His bare foot comes down on some of the tan coloured
sand. He jumps back. "Owch! That's hot!

"Ok. Here's the deal. You subs have to crawl, or slither, or whatever
works, to reach the finish line. Try to keep moving in a reasonably
straight line till you reach the end. First place gets twenty points
for you and your dominant. Second is fifteen and third wins ten.

"Survivers, ready?"

Sue: "But. . . ."

Kent: "Yes, Sue?"

Sue: She pulls at her bonds, then gives up. "Never mind."

Kent: "All right. Survivers, ready? GO!"

The subs start inching forward. As they begin to get onto the darker
sand they have further incentive to hurry up.

Trish struggles and pulls, and manages to get to her knees. With her
body off the hot sand it's slightly more bearable. She starts walking
on her knees towards the finish line.

Jane is digging in with her chin and pulling herself along. Myka tries
to get to her knees but she keeps falling over on her side. She tries
again but overbalances and goes down on her chest. The hot sand stings
her, she opens her mouth to scream, and gets a mouth full of sand.

Marsha tries rolling but her feet sticking up makes it impossible to
roll completely over. She wriggles from side to side and gains a few
feet.

Sue has gotten herself on her back with her feet underneath her. She
pushes with her feet to the limit of the chains, but her shoulders dig
into the sand. The hot sand piles up around her neck and she yells in
pain. She scrambles to get herself turned around. Then, with her knees
pointing to the finish line, she's able to use her hands and feet to
push and pull herself along.

Peter jumps up, spilling some of his beer, and cheers for his sub,
Sue. The other doms are yelling encouragement to their subs too.

Trish is almost home when she topples over. She curses and tries to get
up again but she's exhausted. And her knees are really sore from
scraping over the hot sand. Trish sees Sue gaining on her and she rolls
over onto her back to dig into the sand with her feet. By pushing with
her feet and wriggling her shoulders, Trish manages to get herself over
the finish line.

Kent and Kate are there to clip the plastic ties, and Kate clips the
two on Trish. Her hands slide apart and she straightens her legs. Kate
helps Trish to stand. Trish immediately runs towards the cool sea.

Sue gains the finish line and she's released and helped up. She joins
Trish in the ocean. Marsha comes in third. She and the others are
released and they run into the cool water as well. Kent and Kate join
the doms for a beer.

Kent: "Congratulations Sam. Trish made it in first. Peter, Sue came in
second, and Marsha takes third place. Ten points for you, Brandi."

The subs straggle back to shore and join their doms in the shade. They
all have big areas of red and scraped skin on them. Kent lifts the lid
to the cooler.

Kent: "Sorry, girls. It looks like the doms finished all the beer. But
thanks for coming out, and we'll see you all in a couple of days."

Kent and Kate gather up the cooler and the empty beer bottles. They
load it all into the Jeep and then drive off. The couples head down the
beach and back to camp. Of the subs, even the one's that won the race
don't look too happy.

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

Second half points:

Sam and Trish             50
Peter and Sue             39
The Major and Jane        34
Brandi and Marsha         32
Lisa and Myka             32


[END Episode 7.]


"Next Time On Surviver:" "Brandi's submissive, Marsha, finds a friend
to talk to." [Clip of the jungle, a tiny pig nose pushes out from under
a bush.] "And the subs have suffer through yet another tough
challenge." [Marsha stands up with a hand on her back. There's tears
in her eyes.]

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