Once she was on the rack, they increased the size of the fire and soon the reflection of the Use Rack danced on one of the lodge walls.
Felicia watched it to see what she looked like on the rack. The sight of her own helplessly bound and open body was cause for immediately arousal and she could not wait for them to come and use her.
While she waited her mind drifted back to her sending off the forms to come here. She recalled how she had dreamed of being sexually used while on The Island and that she hoped that it wasn’t too much or too little. From the books about slaves that she had read she knew that if these men were anywhere near the level of the males described in these books she would be used frequently. At first she had accepted this as part of the payment, for the experience of The Island, but was also concerned and worried that she might catch some illness and planned on asking questions respecting safeguards upon her arrival.
She almost laughed at herself remembering this. “Well Felicia,” she thought, “You have been well used since your arrival here and since getting so aroused by being a Slave and vulnerable you have actually wanted more than you’ve actually gotten, “so much for your thinking before you left.” As she reflected on her thoughts the two warriors approached her and removed their loin cloths to review a pair of cocks which their owners could take pride in, she thought as she gazed on them silently.
Soon she found the one warrior well buried in her vagina hammering the area firmly and with such resolve that it made Felicia cry in pain from the pounding on the walls. The pain only aroused Felicia more. Pain with helplessness was a turn-on to her, not a turn off. The other warrior soon had a fair portion of his cock buried in her mouth. She thought to herself that if they really wanted to do her in he could just push his cock down her throat and she would die before he climaxed. She waited for any action on his part as she suckled his cock seeking the second level of arousal. Before that level could be achieved she felt him trying to push it down her throat and she moved and swallowed to allow its early entry.
Felicia knew, from the pool and the ocean that she could hold her breath over a minute and since they had been running she had tested to see if it allowed her to hold her breath longer. It did, she could now hold her breath almost two minutes before needing air and almost three before she started to get a little dizzy and almost five before she blacked out. It had been difficult to test this but finally she found a piece of rawhide and put it around her neck and twisted until her air was cut off and starting her count. Holding on to it herself was hard, as she kept wanting to let go and breathe. Finally she got to the dizzy part and finally actually blacked out and in so doing released the twisted rawhide which simply eased up and allowed air in.
“Thank God,” she thought.
The author is not a professional writer, but is a person who has “played” in the BDSM scene for many years.
These books are based on activities that the author has actually done with various submissive females, primarily Karen, known as Felicia, or are the fantasies described to the author by various submissives of situations they wish to do. Therefore as you read the book you can hopefully visualize the acts being preformed by the author and a willing and helplessly bound and available female submissive. The photos are his from some of his adventures. In each book the mental growth of Felicia as a slave is shown. This growth is what would occur if you were training a slave for yourself or someone is training one for you. www.jdscaife.com for more information and photos.
