Finnigan’s Island
By Woody
The dinner at the Powell’s was a success thanks to Mary Ann’s Poo Poo Pee Do Dip and of course her coconut cream pie. Finnigan was on the beach tending the rescue signal fire, freeing the castaways to discuss making him a hero.
Mr. Powell thumped the table with his fist," smashing idea!"
Gag free, Ginger added," It will take all of us, a solid cast."
"It’s a lovely thing to stage," said Mrs. Powell, also known as Babina.
"It’ll be tricky," said the Skipper, glum when thinking about plans involving Finnigan.
"We can do it!" said Mary Ann cheering like the pep leader she’d been back in Nebraska.
"It will be a noble experiment," said the Professor.
So the next day.
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"Skipper Skipper!"
"What is it little buddy?"
"Beach, fire, tracks footprints!"
"What Where?"
"Footprints, fire, beach tracks!"
"There’s always tracks on the beach."
"No come look!"
On the scene of course there were no tracks to be seen.
"They were here Skipper I swear it.’
"Finnigan is that the signal fire I see over there, the one that went out?"
"Yeah that’s the one Skipper. Oh I see what you mean."
"Well let’s get some wood and get it going again."
They jogged into the woods, where Finnegan loaded up a fallen log. He wheeled and barely missed the Skipper’s belly.
"Finnegan!" Said the Skipper folding at the middle.
"Sorry Skipper," he swung the log again, missing the Skipper’s head. Then he staggered back to the beach with the log; hitting a tree trunk and sending three mid-sized coconuts crashing on.º
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Meanwhile Ginger and Mary Ann were sunbathing on eastern part of the Island. Mary Ann rolled over on her washboard-tight tummy to let the ultra violet rays do their thing on the parts not covered by her Yellow Canary Colored bikini.
"Another Rehearsal?"
Ginger rose up, sending a wave of movie star curves rushing under her one-piece white sheath suit. "If the Professor’s not too busy. Need oil?"
"Please."
Ginger spread the coco butter on Mary Ann’s back and legs.
"I gave the Professor some ideas to work over. I want him to get into a free form, free rolling type of mind set. I don’t want his performance to be formulaic."
"Do you want me to change anything in my role."
"No just be natural, go with the flow, let things happen. We’ll see how it plays," said Ginger.
"Where you going?"
"I want to change into my bikini. Get ready for the native scene I have planned with the Skipper."
Mary Ann watched her friend walk off. She wondered which bikini she meant to change to. The Cherry red? The Ebony? The Sand colored thong?
Mary Ann pressed that from her mind and thought about this deal for Finnigan. Even as silly as he was, it would take a lot of work to fool him that they were in danger. She hoped she could do her part.
She put her chin in her hands as the tropical sun toasted the small of her back.
Then something heavy landed on her legs.
"Goodnummph!"
And a hand over her mouth.
"Nurpuf."
The pressure on her legs spread up past her bikini-covered bottom and her left hand was grabbed and pinned by a knee. Her right one pulled at the hand seizing her jaw, but was plucked and pressed in the sand.
"Nercopu umph! "
The knees grounded her hands and the hand over her mouth slammed shut her lips. Her head was pulled up and back. Then the hand left her mouth.
"Wha gummph!"
And in its place was a band of something. She tried keeping her lips together as the material was yanked hard toward her teeth, but it rammed past the lips and hopped over her teeth and planted something round and soft on her tongue that for sure didn’t taste like her Poo Poo Pee Do Dip.
"Eifer hag mer oomph," she said as her tongue battled the intruder. The soft stuff was yanked to the edges of her mouth and began trekking toward her ears.
"Heummph!"
And she felt the pressure on the back of her head as the gag was tied. Ouch!
The knees moved but her hands were grabbed and clapped together. Her fingers were vise-gripped and she felt rough cords go around: once, twice, three times and the bite of a knot yanked tight.
"Cut!"
Mary Ann jerked her head to the right and saw tanned toes and followed up the long tanned legs, thighs and hips until they ended in a tight white swimming suit. Ginger’s of course.
"You handled the beat well Professor."
"I think the angle of attack could be improved."
"Perhaps, but Mary Ann certainly seemed surprised."
"Urg ummph ganer."
"Sounds surprised."
Mary Ann made a series of complaints.
"Better dismount Professor."
"Oh yes indeed."
He jumped to his feet as Mary Ann’s bottom waggled under her yellow bikini.
"Well the knots are holding."
"Where’d you ever learn to tie them so quickly"
"You need many skills for the field of science."
"Um goff palker um harumph."
"Should I remove the gag?"
" Better wait. She needs to rehearse wearing one."
Mary Ann’s eyes widened.
"Inger, Poffum er, umph harg iglum targoz."
"That’s a lot of noise. You know I can experiment with different gags, sizes, shapes, and materials. With you and Mary Ann’s input."
"But of course. Right now I have a tree tie rehearsal with Skipper. Why don’t you keep Mary Ann and take her to you lab and work on those gags. You did a good job with your scene Professor. I can’t wait until you grab me."
"You’re the director Ginger, just tell me how I can help."
He turned Mary Ann over and sat her up.
"Should I tie her feet?"
"Neguff," growled Mary Ann as she kicked up her heels."
Ginger thought about it.
"Yes," she said.
"Cross her ankles?"
"I’m thinking. I did a movie once where my feet were bound side by side. That way I could hop to a phone, in high heels, work my gag off, just a white tape gag, and call my boyfriend in the picture and warn him that Maurice was on the way to bump him off. Since we won’t be using a phone there’s no need for Mary Ann to hop"
"Dozuper hummph," said Mary Ann.
"So tie them crossed over each other. Maybe we’ll try it the other way in the next rehearsal. I could have her hopping toward Finnigan."
The Professor removed more rope from his rear pants pocket.
"To even it up I’ll tie your ankles as tight as you wrists, better balance don’t you think.
"Um mum igger,"
He bound her ankles and picked her up.
Mary Ann sputtered, growled and basically did a fine impersonation of the Skipper venting his rage at Finnigan.
"That’s great Mary Ann. You use anger well. Release into the scene, use the rage. Remember how it feels so you have a sense memory for the next run through."