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Author's Note: This chapter’s a change of pace.
And, in a real surprising twist, things actually get serious for a few moments.
But keep on reading, and the silliness (not to mention the sex and perversion)
will return before you know it (in the next chapter).

Total Sex Island 2: Extreme Sex Challenge
(a lost episode of Total Drama Island)

Chapter 4: Outseduce Outfuck Outlast

"Wow, Duncan!" Courtney gushed after her part in the fuckfest was over. "Why didn't you tell me anal sex was so much fun?"

"Gee, I don't know, Court..." Duncan sarcastically replied. "Maybe 'cause I have such...fond memories of it being done to me?!!"

"What?" Courtney was confused. Duncan wasn't joking or smiling. He was serious! "Oh. You mean...Because of what happened to you in Juvie? I'm so sorry, Duncan!"

As soon as she said the 's' word, the C.I.T. wished she could take it back.

Duncan glared at her with such an intense look of rage, of barely contained, seething fury!

Courtney knew her criminal boyfriend had to have a dark side, but Duncan had always been so sweet and kind to her, she never gave it much thought.

Now, though, the delinquent's venomous anger was on full display, and it scared the student council president. She feared he might lose control at any second!

Truthfully, though, Duncan wasn't mad at Courtney; He was mad at himself.

Dunc had always prided himself on his strength, his toughness, and the girl he loved caught him in a moment of vulnerability, of weakness.

Totally uncomfortable, Courtney quickly changed the subject.

"So, um, how about them Canucks, eh?"

Then she dashed off.

With 20something campers, plus host, cook and cameramen, participating in the orgy, it took a while for everyone to have a 'happy ending' (and also because some had to have multiple 'happy endings', which means the first ones weren’t really endings, but I digress...).

Anyway, sometime later, the bleary-eyed television host finally roused himself from the Big Bang's love furniture under the Big Top circus tent and resumed his hosting duties.

"Well, that was spe-cial!" Chris quipped. "Moving on to our next challenge..."

"I don't think so, Chris!" Heather declared.

"Time to turn those cameras off!" Courtney blocked the cameramen from getting their shot of the smarmy TV host.

"You can't do that!" Chris protested.

"We can now!"

“But what about our upcoming challenges?" Chris moaned. "The dungeon, the sex while skydiving, the voodoo sex with, is this right? Zuvembies? Oh, and the animals! That was a personal favorite of Chef’s. He’s going to be crushed!”

“Yeah. Not gonna happen!” The girls stood firm.

"Sorry, 'ol gal. Looks like we won't need you!" Chef Hatchet tearfully said as he embraced a majestic, white and black-spotted Appaloosa horse. "But you'll always be my special lady!" he added, and then kissed the great beast.

Heather and Courtney proceeded to spell out the rules of the new world order, to the amazement of Gwen, who watched it all unfold from nearby.

"You think you're so smart. But we're wise to you!" Courtney began. "I thought something was up with this new challenge. And I'm in politics now, so I have contacts in the government."

"Is this going to take long?" Chris annoyingly said. "I don't want to miss my scheduled Swedish Massage back at the producers' camp!"

"Oh, you'll listen! But you won't like it!" Heather promised.

"I found the one person who hates you as much as I do and was willing to do whatever it took to end your stupid games! Oh, and she also works for CSIS." (CSIS is the Canadian Security Intelligence Service, Canada's CIA.)

"Bo-ring!" Chris yawned.

"You won't find this boring! 'She' is Heather!"

"What?!" Chris yelped.

"WHAT?!?!?!" Gwen howled.

"It's true! They recruited me out of high school." Heather admitted.

"But, but I thought you traveled the world promoting TDI in foreign countries?" Gwen, totally flabbergasted, asked.

"That's just my cover."

"But how can YOU be a spy??"

"After surviving this ridiculous show, spy school was pretty easy! Besides, it's not James Bond. It's mostly courier work. Exchanging info. That sort of thing. Sometimes I make contacts (recruit new informants). It's pretty boring, actually. But it does pay the bills."

"Isn't a reality show contestant a bit high profile for a spy?"

"Duh! That's why no one suspects I'm a spy! No one believes the businessman cover anymore - who'd want to do business in some of these dirtwater countries, anyway? - and liberals complain if we say we're a reporter or an aid worker. So a celebrity is the best option. My role model in this area is Angelina Jolie."

"She's a spy, too??"

"Of course! What, you actually thought she's this great humanitarian?"

"Now that you mention it...That does seems kind of strange."

"Ladies, can we get back on topic?!!" Chris thundered.

"Sure. Rush to your own funeral. As I was saying, I asked Heather to help plan our revenge. She was only too eager to help, and had talents that proved to be absolutely essential to our success!”

"They teach us a lot of interesting things in spy school."

"Is that how you got such...impressive love-making skills?" Gwen wondered.

"A little. Actually, my supervisor said I passed the seduction test with flying colors and was a 'natural'. Although I've never had to use those particular skills on the job. Most men give me whatever I want just by asking. Sound familiar, Chris?"

"Sorry. I don't know what you mean."

"In your TV production truck. With all that expensive, high-tech equipment..."

"What are you babbling about now?"

"We all know cell phones, any type of communications devices are banned on the island, to maintain 'secrecy' about the new season. But what if, using the equipment in that truck, if someone knew what they were doing, they could rig a ham radio transmitter?"

"But I was with you the entire time! You couldn't have done that!"

"I didn't have to! It's not that hard a job. I told Courtney how to do it.”

“Yeah! I’m not stupid, you know! I was a…”

“C.I.T.! We know!” Both Heather and Chris yelled.

“Then, when you and your crew were...otherwise occupied..."

"So that's why you fucked all of us at the same time??"

"Um-hmm! You didn't really think I liked you, did you? I hate your guts! But I knew you had a thing for me. You're such an easy-to-read slimeball!"

"Well, so what? So you got a message out? You don't even know where the island is! None of you do! We made sure of that when we brought you here, locked in those windowless rooms on the ships!"

"Chris, Chris...It's a fairly simple thing to...distract...the ship’s captain and steal his map. Easier than taking candy from a baby!"

So that's why Heather had cum on her after she got off the boat! Gwen thought.

"So what is this? Some kind of shakedown, or you'll blow the whistle on me? Newsflash, sweethearts! We're not in Canada anymore!" Chris grinned.

""Like I said, I have contacts in the government. Heather knows people in the spy world. And our third co-conspirator has a...special relationship with the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police)."

They don't mean...They can't mean...!

"You gotta be shitting me!" Chris moaned.

"Hi, guys!" Izzy waved to Courtney and Heather. "E-Scope's in the house!"

"You made Izzy part of your secret group, and not me??" Gwen said in disbelief.

"What could you do for us? Weird the cameramen out with stories about your oddball friends?"

"Marilyn and Reaper aren't odd! Just different!"

"See, it was also Izzy's job to distract the crew so me or Heather could sneak into the truck, but she kind of jumped the gun with her extra-curricular screwing!"

"Weren't you worried Izzy would spill the beans? I mean, she is...Izzy!" Gwen commented.

"That was a risk we were willing to take. We figured Chris would write off anything she said as another crazy rant!"

(Which he did after Izzy told him, upon arrival on the island, "You're going down!")

"Basically, Chris, we could pin anything on you and make it stick!" Courtney threatened.

"Or we could dump you in Gitmo! I know some people there who'd be happy to take you off our hands! You'd never be seen or heard from again!" Heather cackled.

"Or my boys could take you out! Hi, fellas!" Izzy waved to a RCMP helicopter that buzzed the island.

"Hi, Izzy!" several of the infatuated Mounties waved back and said hello to the wild and (sexually) crazy redhead. "E-Scope! How's it goin'?" one yelled.

"Wow! Looks like Izzy's resolved her problems with the RCMP!" Gwen observed. "And then some, by the looks of it!"

The Mounties landed on the island, rousted the TV crew, some of whom were still sleeping off their gangbang of Heather, marched them down to the dock to join Chris and pointed rifles at the whole lot of them.

"Or you could give us the million dollars, destroy all copies of the tapes of this show, and get out of our lives forever!" Courtney offered, a smug look of triumphant satisfaction on her face.

“Plus, I want that TV job! I was thinking ET (Entertainment Tonight).” Heather added.

“Hey! Then maybe I can get a TV job, too!” Courtney squealed.

“With a face like that? I don’t think so.” Heather shot down the counselor’s dream. “Sideline sports reporter, maybe.”

Gwen glared at the teen spy with the run-on mouth.

“What? I’m just giving it to her straight so she doesn’t get disappointed later!” Heather defended her impolite comments.

"Heh. Hee hee ha ha ha! Well played, ladies! Well pa-layed!" Chris applauded his graduate students in the art of survive and thrive at any cost. "But you forget...I’m not without resources of my own!"

"Chef..." Chris smirked into his microphone transmitter. "...Activate bears."

But nothing happened. No bears bounded out of the woods at our devious camper trio.

"...Activate Sasquatchinakwa."

Zip.

"Activate Psycho Killer!"

Zilch.

"Okay. I suppose it's possible they might all be on potty breaks. You leave me no choice...Activate the dinosaur!"

Zero.

"Moose! Woolly beavers! Bees! Flies?"

Chris was desperate, but nada.

“We know all your tricks, Chris!” Heather gloated

“Oh, and we also clued in the other campers to what we had planned. Guess what? In exchange for a share of the cash, they agreed to help us!” Courtney revealed.

“You agreed to give up the money?” a shocked Gwen uttered.

“It’s not about the money. It’s about revenge! Oh, and that TV gig.” Heather remarked.

All over the island, the campers had taken out Chris' violent backup.

LeShawna faced the bears down. "Uh uh! I don't think so, furball!"

Duncan stopped Sasquatchinakwa in its tracks with nothing but a switchblade. "Try it, purple puss! You don't scare me! I've faced tougher in Juvie!"

Trent neutralized the Psycho Killer. "And now another folk song!" The Psycho screamed in pain and covered his ears. "Or I could call Gwen!" Trent added, mentioning the one camper who beat PK before.

Duncan called his forest critter friends, and the bunnies, squirrels and songbirds tore into the mechanical dinosaur! (They may seem sweet, but they're really ANIMALS!)

And so on.

All the campers did their part.

Moose? Eva.

Woolly beavers? Justin.

Bees? Bridgette.

Flies? Cody.

"Chef? Just release whatever you got left! Chef???" Chris impotently barked.

But Chef was...indisposed.

In the TV production truck, Owen sat on the normally fearsome former Sergeant.

"Stay down, Chef. Or I could develop a taste for horsemeat!" Owen threatened. "Mmm, horsey!" Owen rubbed his big belly.

"No! Don't! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt her!"

"Production truck is secure!" Noah, sitting at the controls with Harold, said into the megaphone that blasted his words all over the island, then high-fived the spectacle-wearing boy.

"Okay. You got me! I give up!" Chris raised his hands in defeat.

Once they heard the good news, all the campers celebrated!

Soon, due to Courtney's contacts in the government, a Canadian Navy ship pulled up to the dock, ready to take Chris and Chef away.

The host had already surrendered the $1,000,000, but that wasn't enough humiliating payback for all the abuse the campers suffered over the years.

"Yeah, baby! Walk that dock of shame!!" LeShawna hooted.

"Buh-bye, LOSERS!" Heather cruelly waved goodbye and good riddance to the two thorns in her side. "And don't forget what else you have to do, or..." Heather pantomimed cutting her neck.

Standing on the dock, Chris sighed and Chef comforted him.

Suddenly...

Rrrr-chomp!

A giant shark leaped from the water, swallowed Chris and Chef, then jumped back into the river!

"Huh." Courtney shrugged her shoulders and walked away. "Oh well."

"Hey, how about we use OUR money to throw a killer party!!" Owen shouted. "It'll be AWESOME!!"

Most of the other campers agreed, and followed Owen back to camp.

Most, but not all.

"There goes that TV gig!" Heather bitched at Luck's cruel Lady. "Great! That's just fucking great! Back to glad-handing sweaty sheiks in the desert, with no antibacterial moisturizer in sight!"

"That's strange..." multiple nature badge winner Harold observed. "That was a saltwater shark, but this is a freshwater river."

"Oh, give it up, Harold! It's over!" Heather snapped, and stormed off.

"Um, before you go..." Harold chased after the raven-haired teen temptress, "...Do you think you can show me your boobies?!"

"Harold, haven't you seen enough naked bodies to last you a lifetime?"

Harold thought about it for a second, then responded with a simple "No."

"Sighhhh."
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