Cutter, Executive Producer of Slave Island Reality Adventures, stood at the
front of the plane, facing the passengers. He spoke carefully into the
microphone which he was holding in his left hand so it wouldn’t block his
full-face closeups. He wasn’t a vain man, but that side scored better when
viewed by test audiences, and great television was everything to Max.
and BDSM– were his passions and he had the riches to pursue both. Like many
young entrepreneurs, he had ridden one of the many tech bubbles to the top.
Unlike most, however, he had bailed out at the peak, just before the bubble
burst. Retired at age forty-seven, he was now able to let his money work for
him while he worked with what he called his little hobbies.
section of the 737 he was standing in was configured for twenty-four seats
while the rear area was filled with supplies for Slave Island. Since the only
way onto the high plateau of that rocky island was by air, the plane was
normally fully-configured for cargo on its twice-weekly flights. But four times
a year, when new contestants were being brought to the island, the front end
looked more like an extended first-class section with a little extra room at
the front and back to accommodate the ever-present videographers.
“If I may
have your attention, please,” Max said gently as he smiled out at the sixteen
buzz of conversation continued, he said a little louder, with a slight laugh in
his voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, this IS very important. I really do
need your full attention.”
the passengers set aside whatever it was that they were doing and looked up at
him, but about a third continued to talk among themselves or had their heads
buried in their phones or notepads. He nodded at a tall, blonde-haired
stewardess who stepped into the aisle, cupped her hands around her mouth, and
yelled loudly, “This is important! Mister Cutter wants you to listen to him!”
snapped up immediately. Max smiled pleasantly at them as he said softly and
slowly, “Thank you, Miss Sullivan.”
spent a few moments looking at the sixteen new contestants for his reality
show, pausing just slightly to make eye contact with each one of them. After he
had connected with everyone on the plane, he glanced up at one of the cameramen
in the back of the cabin and looked directly into the lens so that he would
also be making eye contact with future viewers when the episode finally aired.
be landing at Slave Island in a few moments,” he began. “There are a few
important things which we need to review before you leave the plane.”
a half-page-sized card he said, “You have each been given a copy of your
opening statements. This is what you will read when you step in front of the
camera for the first time. You will also sign this– on camera– and give it to
the production assistant at that time. This is your final contract with Slave
Island Reality Adventures.
for your name and some personal details, all of the cards are identical. After
you have introduced yourself in the way it describes, you will look into the
camera directly in front of you and read this EXACTLY as it is printed.
your name), have entered this competition of my own free will. No one has
coerced or threatened me or in any way forced me to participate in Slave Island
Reality Adventures. I have entered solely in hopes of becoming a Slave Island
Grand Master and winning the million-dollar prize.
understand that this competition is a minimum one-year commitment and that I will
be on the island for that entire time. I understand that there is a sexual
component to this competition and that I may be called upon to engage in
various forms of sexual activity in the presence of others. I further
understand that I risk becoming a servant or even a slave during this
competition and that certain tasks or challenges during the course of the
competition may add to my time commitment, especially if I make use of a
doubling coin. I also understand that
there may be physical dangers involved in the events of this competition and I
hold Slave Island Reality Adventures, Cutter Productions, and Maxwell Cutter,
personally, harmless for any accidents or injuries.
give Cutter Productions permission to video and audio record or make still
images of any and all events which occur during this competition or directly
related to this competition and to use those images or audio excerpts in
whatever way they desire as part of the Slave Island Reality Adventures
out at the passengers once again and asked, “Do you all understand that?”
pause, he pointed to a cameraman on one side of him and said, “They can’t hear
you nodding your head. Do you understand that!?”
everyone responded with a loud, “Yes!”
replied. “There will be a changing area just inside the terminal. Once you are
changed into your island gear, get in line behind the ropes and wait for the
production assistant to call you forward.”
chiming filled the cabin as the fasten seat belts sign blinked on. A soft
female voice replaced Max Cutter’s on the intercom. Amazingly, it was the same
stewardess who had so coarsely yelled a few moments before. She said sweetly,
“Please bring your seats and tables to the landing position. We will be landing
shortly. Thank you for flying Cutter Charter Services.”
Charter Services consisted of two mid-sized planes which ferried contestants
and supplies to the remote island, but the people who would be watching the
reality show didn’t know that. Most of the audience would assume the airline
was just one more facet of Maxwell Cutter’s vast holdings.
light flashed on the console in front of the pilot indicating that the cameras in
the cockpit were now recording. The original camera light had been red, like
all live camera lights, but some obscure FAA regulation reserved red indicators
for warning lights critical to the operation of the aircraft, so a blinking
blue light and a very soft chime indicated they were live.
Goodfield, chief pilot for Cutter Charter, keyed her mic and said brusquely,
“Cutter One to Island One, requesting uncloak for landing.”
grinned slightly at the camera. Technically, flight regulations said she was
supposed to ask that the runway lights be lit for landing, but it was more
dramatic to say, “uncloak.” For Slave Island, “uncloak” was also slightly more
contestants on the left side of the plane who happened to be looking down at
the island as Charter One flew across it at low altitude saw two strips of
bright, blinking, yellow lights appear suddenly on the rocky plateau that made
up the west end of the island. A pulsing strobe raced across the rocks the
short distance from the edge of the cliff to where the yellow lights began. The
two lines, themselves, seemed be about 100 yards apart and appeared to stretch
for over a mile across the flat volcanic rock which made up the west end of the
rows of yellow lights were actually 9000 feet in length, and were exactly 257
feet apart. The area between the lights was not volcanic rock, but standard
runway asphalt which had been specially formulated and colored to resemble the
surrounding rock. Without the lights flashing along the edges, the landing area
was effectively invisible. This camouflaged runway was built in the early days
of the cold war for the purpose of stealthily landing and refueling B-52s and
other long-range SAC bombers. Shortly thereafter, satellite surveillance
capability negated the island’s remoteness and advancements in mid-air
refueling removed the necessity of mid-oceanic landings.
thus became one more obsolete government fort in the middle of nowhere. It
couldn’t even be turned into a tourist attraction or park because of its
isolation and the fact that the sheer walls which surrounded the island
prevented anyone from reaching the plateau from the sea. The only way on or off
the island was by air. The government tried to sell the island several times,
but there was no interest in a remote island with no beaches, no commercial
value, and no access to the sea which surrounded it.
Cutter, however, the island was a godsend. He had been toying with the idea of
a reality show with a heavy BDSM theme. He knew that because of the raunchy
content he envisioned, it would be relegated to late night showings on obscure
cable channels. But that didn’t bother him because he recognized very early
that the future of television was in video streaming on the internet.
knew that the show would have to be done somewhere warm outside the United
States. Warm because he envisioned naked slaves. Outside the United States
because there were just too many uptight prudes controlling zoning and other
property restrictions in the States.
Caribbean islands and South American countries he had contacted were interested
at first. But when they realized the full scope of what would happen on the
show, they became concerned about the negative effects the show might have on
their tourism industry. Max almost abandoned the plan. Then he discovered what
would become Slave Island.
uninhabited island, though claimed by the US since the Second World War, was
not officially an American territory or protectorate so United States laws
would not apply. In addition, because it was not an official territory or
protectorate, once he took ownership, the island would essentially be his
“Cutter Island” with the UN as an independently-owned, non-affiliated entity
made that status official. The US did insist on a re-acquisition clause which
stated that in return for providing defense of the island, if and when
necessary, the US Government could re-establish a presence on the island should
circumstances necessitate it.
Island, therefore, for all intents and purposes, became an eleven-mile-long,
three-mile-wide, separate, sovereign nation owned and ruled by Maxwell Joseph
continued past the island and then began the wide, slow turn which would line
it up with the runway. As they approached the high cliff wall, Harriet
remembered the first time she landed here as a co-pilot many years before. “A
standard landing here,” her senior pilot had said, “is a PF-2. If you have a
cross wind that automatically jumps to PF-4. Make that an angled tail wind and
you are landing at full PF-5.”
for pucker factor, meaning how tight your asshole gets from fear. Today there was
a slight cross wind which would make for a slightly bumpy touch down, but
everything was well within safety margins. For the passengers watching the
sheer cliff walls approaching, however, and not being able to see an actual
runway beneath them, the landing might be significantly past PF-5 and well into
stained underwear territory. But Max liked it that way. The terrified faces as
they landed were often a favorite part of the first show of the season.
screech of the tires coming up to speed as they touched the runway was only
slightly louder than the screams from within the plane. Max would be pleased.
had plenty of room to slow the aircraft, so she used the brakes sparingly as
she rolled down the long runway toward the terminal. As she rotated the plane
to bring it into proper position at the gate, she looked over at where she knew
the hidden camera was mounted, keyed her intercom and said to her passengers,
“Welcome to Slave Island. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She then winked at the
welcome and wink had become famous as the tag line for many of the promos for Slave
Island Reality Adventures. Harriet herself had become somewhat of a star in
her own right and was often asked for autographs when someone recognized her at
restaurants and other public places. People on the street often winked at her
and said, “Welcome,” as they walked past.
that fame to leverage several investments and business opportunities which
ended up making her a very rich woman. As a rising black female entrepreneur,
her face had graced the covers of Ebony, Essence, and Jet, as well as Black
Enterprise Magazine. For Black Enterprise, they had, at first, insisted on a
more dignified pose, but Harriet convinced them that the wink was part of her
public image. When that argument didn’t seem to be winning over the editorial
board, she stopped speaking and instead looked intently at each editor, one at
a time. It only took a few seconds of her intense stare before each of them
nodded their approval or said, “OK.”
longer needed the money, but she loved to fly and continued to act as senior
pilot for Cutter Charter Air. She also now owned a ten-percent interest in Slave
Island Reality Adventures.
Eleven, Pack Four
Murphy was the first to emerge from the changing area. As she hustled to the
designated area, she was yelling at her husband to hurry up so they would be
the first in the line. As she stood at the end of the marked area, she looked
more than slightly upset. It had been made very clear in the initial
orientation before the final cast was chosen that all contestants would have to
surrender their cellphones and laptops, but she had not read the fine print in
the full contract which said that ALL personal property would be kept in
storage for them until the end of the contract.
just discovered that all personal property included all of her normal clothing.
She was now wearing what could only be described as a jungle suit from the
1940s. The khaki denim skirt hung several inches past her knees. There was a
short matching jacket cut in an old-fashioned military style with buttoned
pockets and those weird, useless flaps on the shoulders held in place with big,
brass buttons. Beneath that butt-ugly jacket was a white blouse with a high
collar that looked like something her grandmother would wear. Underneath it all
was definitely what her grandmother would wear– white, triple-thick, granny
panties and an industrial-grade brassiere with heavily-padded cups that turned
her breasts into two smooth lumps on the front of her chest. The shoes looked
like something purchased out of a 1950's Boy Scout catalogue. They were
military-looking dark brown shoes with tie laces that came halfway up the front
of her foot. Long white, cotton socks and a pith helmet completed the horrible
husband David quickly joined her at the front of the line. He was dressed in
the male equivalent of her outdated costume. “Looks like we are going to start
with the Safari Competition,” he said, smiling and gesturing toward his outfit.
are so great at that sort of thing,” Cindy replied caustically. “They might as
well hang you from a long pole and get two natives to carry your sorry ass back
to camp right now.” She paused to look angrily up and down at his khaki outfit.
“You are undoubtedly going to be the first one to get yourself shot,” she said
ends up shot in the Safari Competition,” he answered with a smile. “We just
have to be sure that we don’t have the most paintball dots on our clothes.”
said,” she replied sarcastically, “you might as well put your name at the top–
or bottom– of that list right now.”
to say something else, but another couple had walked out to join them behind
the ropes which designated the waiting area. Jasmine Jefferson and Sylvia
McGrath, known to their friends as JJ and Silly, had been together for over
seven years. They had met their freshman year in college. Silly was nearly
failing out and JJ was the top of her class. The state school they were
attending required that first year students live in the dorms and they had been
assigned as roommates.
Scandinavian girl from a small rural village and an ebony black young woman from
a totally different background– and state– made for a very odd couple. Neither
understood the other or the culture they came from and the first weeks were
very awkward to say the least. It wasn’t until the probationary notices came
out half-way through the semester that they were brought together. JJ came back
to the dorm to find Sylvia with her head down on her study desk sobbing
beside her and placed her arm lightly around her shoulder. “What’s wrong?” she
belong here,” Sylvia wailed back. “I only came here in hopes of finding a
husband who could take me out of nowheresville.” She put her head back down on
the desk and wailed, “I’m a failure even at that.”
help you pass your classes,” JJ said. “That will give you time to find your
understand,” Sylvia sobbed. “I’ll never find a mister right.” She turned her
head toward JJ and inhaled a long, broken, sobbing breath before saying, “I’m a
failure at that, too.”
bawling, she sobbed out, “I don’t like boys. I never have.”
smoothed Sylvia’s hair with her hands and said softly, “Neither do I... never
leaned in slightly and kissed Sylvia lightly on the forehead. “But I do like
you,” she said. “I have since I first saw your bright blue eyes and your silly
Sylvia groaned out. “This is so wrong!” She sniffled slightly and stuttered
out, “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I have been dreaming about you since
the first day we met. I’ve been wishing you would come over and climb into my
bed and just take total control of me.”
nothing, but got up and slowly walked over to the door. As she turned the
security lock to ensure privacy she said softly, “If you really mean that,
strip and get into my bed.”
day on, JJ called Sylvia “silly,” and the rest of the floor called them “the
moaners in 402.” JJ helped silly stay in school to the end of the year, after
which they moved into an apartment together. Both worked over the summer and when
JJ returned to school the next fall, silly kept her job as a waitress at a
local restaurant. JJ now had a Masters in Sociology and was working on a PhD.
Their experiences here at Slave Island would be the basis for JJ’s doctoral
talking softly to JJ. She was upset about something. “What if they find out I
lied?” she said plaintively. “I don’t want to be a Grand Master like it says on
the contract. I just want to be your permanent slave-wife and follow you
wherever you go.”
the top of silly’s head as she murmured, “Don’t worry, silly, it’s just a
formality. You aren’t the only one here who secretly hopes to be someone’s
permanent slave.” She smiled and said with a slight laugh, “The only thing
different about you is that you already know that
what?” a male voice asked. Another couple had joined them in line.
these outfits would look better in a black and white movie,” JJ answered. Then
she added, “I’m JJ, this is my wife, silly.”
Nelson looked rather startled at that last statement, but recovered quickly and
said, “I’m Robert, and this is my wife Brooklyn.” Both of them looked like they
would be more comfortable at a cocktail party in the suburbs. It was obvious
that they were both slightly afraid.
brings you here?” JJ asked. “You don’t look like Slave Island types.”
Robert said, looking down at the ground. “Nine credit cards maxed out and house
payments not made for almost a year. I was way behind on my sales quotas so my
income was down to almost nothing. Then I got fired when my name showed up in
the paper for involuntary bankruptcy.” He sighed. “We’ve got nothing to lose
and maybe we can win enough to start over.”
on that,” JJ said. Her voice was neutral, but she knew instantly that Robert
didn’t have what it took to be a Master on Slave Island. His wife, Brooklyn,
cowering behind him didn’t look like Master material either.
each other good luck?” a firm voice added. “I thought we were supposed to all be
mortal enemies.” The fourth couple was now in line.
Fletcher,” the male said as he firmly shook Robert’s hand.
Aileen Fletcher,” the female added as she gave a slight wave. She then
continued, “We may or may not win the prize, but the money is a secondary
reason for us to be here.”
past fifteen years,” Alan began to explain, “we have tried to have a totally
equal marriage. We are a team in everything we do– and that means EVERYTHING!”
“We are known
as ‘Master A’ and ‘Mistress A’ in the local scene,” Aileen interjected. “We
have jointly-owned several slaves over the past few years to serve and
able to afford that because we have also made a large fortune in the stock
market since we’ve been married,” Alan said strongly. “I somehow know exactly
when to go in,” he said with a smile.
Aileen said with a matching smile, “have always known when to pull out.”
low... sell high,” said Alan, “and you will always be rich.”
does the rich and powerful perfect match hope to gain on Slave Island?” JJ
asked from the further up in the line.
no such thing as a perfect match,” Alan answered.
fifty-fifty doesn’t always work,” added Aileen. “Perfect doesn’t work. Almost
perfect– fifty-one, forty-nine– works. Neither of us is a slave. But one of us
is a Master and the other is a Master of Masters. We are here to find out which
of us has the fifty-one percent in our relationship.”
settle for anything less than one-hundred percent,” a loud, gruff voice said as
the next couple joined the line. Next to the black gentleman who had just
spoken was an obviously submissive woman, apparently his wife. Her
coffee-colored skin was much lighter than his and her features were much more
western European. She was standing just behind him with her head down. Her
total posture was one of surrender.
could introduce himself to the group the stage lighting came up in the huge
hangar and the cameras began rolling. The intense lighting was not directed at
the new contestants waiting in line, however. The spotlights were instead
trained on the group leaving Slave Island.
fourteen people walking through the hangar toward the plane. Nine of them were
naked. The five who were wearing clothing were each holding the leash of a
naked slave walking slightly behind them. The remaining four naked slaves
shuffling along behind them were coffled together. Their hands were held up at
their shoulders by a neck stock which was connected to the chains of the
coffle. The three women and one man all had bit gags strapped tightly in their
mouths with the “reins” attached to the chains in front of them. Large cargo
tags hung from thick twine cords around their necks. The man and one of the
women looked terrified, but the other two women were smiling broadly as if they
were going on some great adventure.
Cutter’s voice suddenly cut through the silence. He was standing just across
the ropes from Cindy and David. “Welcome to Slave Island,” he said loudly. Then
pointing across at the departing contestants, he continued with, “Just think.
In a year’s time that could be you going home in triumph!”
his voice and looked directly into Cindy Murphy’s eyes before adding. “Or going
home to your new life as a slave.”
turned to the cameraman on his left, pointed at the column of departing people,
and said brightly, “There were sixteen new contestants in Slave Island
Reality Adventure’s Season Eleven, Pack Four. Five have proven themselves
masters; five are returning as slaves to those masters; and four are being sent
to auction where they might be purchased by previous Slave Island Masters... or
perhaps other Masters from throughout the world.
and looked directly into the camera with a broad smile. “‘Where are the other
two?’ you might ask,” he said with a chuckle. “They are remaining here on Slave
Island until they work off the additional time debts they incurred during their
competition. Slave meredith will be with us for an additional seven months.
Slave marcus will be with us for an additional two years.” He laughed and said,
“Poor marcus was originally going to be with us for just an extra six months,
but he used the doubling coin to go double or nothing... twice.”
hurried across the large area and approached the man at the front of the line.
“So, Dwayne,” he said excitedly, “did you expect to be going back home as a
Slave Island Grand Master?”
laughed, and then said, “I did,” with a big smile on his face. “But Joanie
didn’t think I would,” he continued. “She told me more than once during the
competition that I would end up in chains. I finally told her that if I ended
up naked in her chains, she could take me back home to Minnesota that way, but
if she ended up in my chains, then she was going to have a long, cold ride
slightly on the chain and pulled the naked blonde toward the plane. “Come on,
joanie,” he said in a slightly sing-song voice. “I understand that a lot of
your friends will be waiting to welcome us when we land at Duluth.”
them a woman was pulling on the leash of a naked man who was attempting to keep
up with her. If the chain had been attached to a collar around his throat, it
might have been easy for him to keep up, but the leash was instead attached to
a tight band which encircled the base of his penis and scrotum. The cock leash
was obviously painful and just as obviously making it difficult for him to
leroy,” the woman said angrily. “You know that each time you pull against the
chain it tightens the loop. Keep this up and you will be a eunuch BEFORE we get
Max said as he reacted in fake shock at the woman’s remark. He then moved on to
the third couple. “Mandy,” he said loudly, “I thought you arrived here with
your husband Henry. Who is this delightful morsel walking behind you?”
smiled at him and answered, “This is tawana, Max. She was one of the
independents in our Pack, but now she’s mine. She’s much more interesting than
my husband ever was.” She pointed toward the coffled slaves at the back of the
line and said with mock sympathy, “Poor henry. He kept trying to bet his way
out of trouble just like he has since we first got married. Now is going off
somewhere to be sold.” She smiled even more broadly as she said, “Fortunately
for me, the divorce papers issued here on Cutter Island are absolutely legal
back home.” She laughed slightly before adding, “At least he doesn’t have to
worry about paying alimony.”
on to the next couple– two males. The man walking in front was smiling broadly.
Strangely, so was the totally-shaved male who followed him. “Well, Bruce,” Max
boomed out, “did things work out like you hoped?”
Both answered together.
“I should have
been a little more specific,” Max said with a laugh. “Master Bruce, did things
work out like you hoped?”
he answered with a smile.
you, slave bruce?” Max asked, moving the microphone to the naked man in chains.
he answered, also smiling. “This is what I really wanted, but I didn’t know how
to ask for it.”
couple was a man and a woman. Both were effectively naked, but one was still
definitely a Master and the other a slave. The woman was wearing only a collar
and the man, who had her leash in his hands, was wearing just boots and a tight
pair of ultra-soft, black leather pants which amply showed off his very
muscular body. His muscular chest was lightly oiled– also to show off his
perfect muscle tone. The leash was wound slightly around his left hand, but he
wasn’t pulling her along with it. Instead, she was walking beside him snuggled
into his chest with his right arm over her shoulder.
love,” Max said dramatically. “Ronald and donna came to Slave Island as a test
of their relationship. She was already his submissive. Now she is his
submissive, his slave, and his wife.”
directly into the camera and said, “Weddings on Slave Island are legal in all
fifty states and throughout the world. The certificate says
‘Cutter Island’– our legal name– in case the happy couple doesn’t want to
explain where they got married to their grandchildren fifty years from now.”
a slight gap in the line before Max got to the four coffled slaves. He reached up
and tugged slightly on the reins which hung from the front of henry’s bit gag.
asking any questions to these four,” he said with a laugh as one of the flight
crew pulled on the chains and dragged the four out onto the tarmac and toward
departing contestants walked into the relative darkness of the runway, Max
turned back to the new contestants and said loudly, “You’ve seen what you could
be a year from now. You could be a Master in triumph... or a slave in chains.
If you are not willing to risk the chains to gain the triumph, then this is
your absolutely last chance to back out. The plane leaves in ten minutes. If
you don’t think you can make it or take it, NOW is the time to go back
through the dressing area and get your cowardly ass on that plane before it
dramatically and lowered his microphone. Normally, there would be a brief
silence before he would again lift the microphone to his face and announce,
“Let the adventure begin!” But before he could do so, a female voice cried out
loudly, “I can’t do it, Logan. I’ll be your slave. I’ve always been willing to
be your slave. But not like this. Too much can go wrong here. I’m afraid that I
could end up as someone else’s slave if we do this.”
to face him, sobbed and said, “If you command me, I will stay, but if you let
me leave, I will be your absolute, total, loyal, slave forever.”
immediately brought the microphone back to his mouth and exclaimed, “Whoa,
Logan, that sounds like molly is making you an offer you can’t refuse.”
cameras turned to follow Logan and molly as they walked quickly back into the
dressing area. A few minutes later, they both re-emerged. Logan was once again
dressed in his own clothing. Molly was walking a few steps behind him, naked,
with a chain going from the collar around her throat to Logan’s hand.
Max gushed, “some might say that we have had a failure here, but I say that we
have had an early winner in this round of Slave Island Reality Adventures.
I think Logan and molly both got exactly what they were hoping for... and it
happened before the competition even began.”
cameraman followed closely behind the couple as they walked across the tarmac
and up the steps of the boarding ramp. It was obvious that he was focusing in
on molly’s naked ass as she went up the ramp. From that angle, the shot would
not only show her wiggling asscheeks, but also her glistening– almost dripping–
cunt which kept peeking out between her legs as she climbed the steps.
was inside the plane, he hustled the camera back to Max for the delayed,
dramatic opening phrase, “Let the adventure begin!”