I had picked this island for several reasons. First, no residents, and no predators. No snakes. Nothing poisonous.

Next, plenty of water, some pretty hills and trees. A 'jungle paradise'. Easy access from a safe harbor. And a deep-water anchorage which served well for transporting some of the things I'd had shipped here.

Thus first thing in the morning, I woke the ladies from well-deserved slumber. The two on breakfast detail got busy, while the rest of us took a morning shower and got ready for the day. I issued the ladies long-sleeved denim shirts, jeans, and ankle-high walking boots, and Nick and I followed suit.

We ate a huge breakfast while watching the beautiful sunrise. Gathering the goodies we'd need for the day, we locked up the ship, set the alarms, and used the lifeboat to head for the beach. I had all the ladies follow Nick and me as we broke trail through the jungle.

Our first stop was a small clearing, next to a little brook. A sturdy set of stocks were in this clearing, with a twist, of course. Picking two ladies at random, I fastened them together, back to back, with a single rope around their waists. The knot was between their backs, and their feet were padlocked into the leg-parts of the stocks. I fastened their hands in front of them with rope, using a knot they would eventually open; likely after chipping some nail polish. The keys for the leg locks were hanging over their heads, frozen in a block of ice. Each was warned not to do anything until signalled, and had a butterfly vibe fastened in place.

Returning to the trail, we continued along. The next clearing had a most unusual, not readily recognizable device. The ladies walked up to it and tried to figure it out. Nick pulled out the goodie bag, and we got busy.

A chain which terminated in a y-shaped yoke hung from an overhead branch. Bamboo formed the bottom of the device, which looked a little like a standard bondage horse. The legs were wide-set, and went into the ground. A set of cables went from the footrest to a couple pipes set in front. Nick was threading a 6" dildo on an upright which rose from the base.

I picked another lady, and lifted her aboard. After fastening her hands to the yoke overhead, I impaled her on the dildo through the crotch hole in her slacks and allowed her feet to rest on the footrest. It spread her quite a bit. The chains from the pipe were fastened to two strong clips, fastened to the back of her areolae through small holes in her shirt. Pushing down with her feet allowed her a little more freedom for her hands, but pulled badly on her breasts. Her wrist keys were laying on the top of the yoke, but she would need to get a few inches more play in her wrist chains by pushing down on the footrest. The wrists would then be loose enough to, just barely, reach the ice cubes containing the keys. A butterfly vibe would keep her interested.

The last two ladies followed Nick and me to the second last clearing. Here we had just a small log, mounted four feet above the ground horizontally. We used some rope to fasten their arms, and cuffs to fasten their legs around the log. Here the keys were in two ice blocks laying right in front of the ladies on the wood, inches from their eyes. We attached another butterfly vibe on these two. I turned on the walkie-talkies which were strapped to each lady's upper arm.

"Hello, ladies. Each of the traps is escapable; just wait for the block of ice to melt. Oh, yes; it's clean ice, so you can drink the drippings. The keys might be a little hard to get at, but it is possible. You may start when your butterflies start vibrating. Just one small problem: you may not help each other, or hinder them either. You will then follow the trail back to the beach. There will be prizes for the first, second, and third to return. The last two will be in for some punishment. Ready, set, go!"

I flipped the remote for the vibes on, and joined Nick on a restful hike through the jungle further along the trail, which wound itself gradually back to the beach.

The ladies had a few surprises waiting for them. I could watch their progress through small cameras at each site. And I had speakers hidden here and there with jungle animal sounds which would advance and retreat.

We worked our way back to the beach, and set up 7 beach chairs. I motored back out to the Sailing Master and got a cooler loaded with chilled juices and GatorAde, along with a few select beers and wine coolers. I slid back onto the beach, and joined Nick in the shady place we had picked, right near the waterfall.

It was time to wait.