The fantasy continues...

This is the woman I would be in this scene. My name is Acllacuna which is an old Incan name meaning 'chosen woman'. And indeed I have been chosen. Chosen by the cruel commander of this camp, 'el comandante'. He has chosen me to be his private mistress and in order to break me he has just given me an extra severe flogging with his heavy leather whip and the pain plus the heat (this is at noon) almost made me pass out. I have fallen to the ground, feeling like I can't take it any more. Meanwhile the American pair have been dragged into the camp. They are traveling around the country and have been arrested on false grounds for drug smuggling. This is actually a prison camp but it is run by El Comandante in his own very special way and as this man is heavily corrupted and protected by powerful forces he can do anything he please with the women sent to the camp for correction.

I am actually a descendant of the Inca people and by my nature I am very proud and stubborn. Therefore, El Comandante sees it as a special challenge to break me and make me submit to be his slave. But I refuse to surrender and I always tell him I would rather die than be his slave. He flogs me furiously and is enraged every time I refuse to submit. Right now I am dizzy and half unconscious while the deep scars from the whip in my flesh hurt enormously.

So what will happen? Will he succeed in breaking me or will he eventually lose his interest in me and go for some other woman? Maybe he will want to own the blonde instead? All women are repeatedly raped by the guards plus male convicts from a nearby prison who are taken to this camp at regular intervals as a bonus. Many of the women are later sold to brothels around the country or ends up as personal slaves of wealthy men.

How do you think the story should go on? This could be really exciting. What will my next punishment be? What will happen to the other women and the American couple? You who are already participating in the fantasy, how will you proceed? Please let me know... I'm very excited about this.

The sinful slut tina is dreaming and masturbating...

This picture excites me so much and it really fuels my imagination. I have been masturbating to it for hours... ;-) Which of the characters would you like to be and what would you like to do in the scene? Please tell me - and I'll tell you my fantasy.

Tina in Saudi Arabia, part 3

I was about to receive my first fifty lashes in two weeks. Naturally I was very frightened about this but still I felt a strange kind of anticipation. When my tormentor was whipping me with his heavy belt I was climaxing continuously and yearning for more although I realized I had had far too much already…. but being whipped with a sharp bamboo cane, until hanging bloody and limb in my shackles in front of thousands of spectators…. that was something else. At the same time, however, I could see what happened to my body as I was beaten. I experienced a frenzy and an ecstasy which was beyond comprehension. The more the belt cracked against my bare flesh, the more lust I felt. I was obsessed by the stinging leather. My entire body was boiling from endorphins and I was horny beyond description… I felt like I could do anything and just wanted to be brutally ravaged and whipped even harder. Would I experience the same ecstasy when I was flogged in public… and if I did, would it show how excited I really was? I was looking forward to what was to come with a mixture of horror and anticipation.

A fantasy which has been within my mind for as long as I can remember is that of a cruel, brutal caveman knocking me senseless with his heavy club and dragging me by the hair to his cave. I might have seen it in some comics magazine. Wasn’t that exactly was had happened to me in reality? Even if the man did not drag me by the hair after knocking me out, he had in effect clubbed me – and so hard that I had been out for more than twelve hours. Every time the man who had swung his club came into my cell to use me, I was staring like bewitched on the long shiny wooden blackjack (or the club) that was hanging from his belt. He always put the blackjack aside on my bunk before he started working me over. To start with I had been feeling scared but I was now longing for him to visit me in my cell and naturally, he could not help but noticing the way I reacted. We could not talk to one another verbally but the way my body reacted told me everything he needed to know. Now and then he let other men come into my cell to use me, quite often, really. I could not help but thinking how it had all started… in effect, I was doing the same thing now as when I was whoring around Riyadh, the main difference being that I was being paid very well at the time and now I was locked up in a cell and being ravaged in the most brutal ways imagineable. However, my lust and excitement was as big as ever and the pain…. oh, the lovely pain… to be raped, whipped and beaten turned me on more than I could ever have imagined. To me, this was a prison of lust and I spent most of my time masturbating when I was not being raped… frigging myself into countless orgasms… my moanings, screams and cries of lust was heard from my cell all days long and I am sure that many men around could just not resist the temptation to go in and work me over because of the lustful sounds coming from my cell all the time. Obviously I was being used by wardens and convicts alike.

On the night before my first public whipping I was blindfolded and chained, then taken out to a waiting car. I was naked apart from my chains and cuffs. After a trip of around half an hour I was led into a house and I could feel the cold stone of marble floor and stairs under my bare feet. The blindfold was on all the time and I could see nothing but I could understand from the sounds echoing through the walls that I was in a very big room, probably a palace or something similar. Strong hands gripped me and forced me over a padded bench and I felt cool leather against my bare skin. My wrists and ankles were chained to the bench and another heavy iron cuff was fastened around my neck.. I have no idea of how many men were around me but all of a sudden they were all over me… hard pricks penetrating all my orifices and I felt totally filled up, being brutally ravaged from all directions… the men were taking turns in pinching and biting my flesh and fucking me…. as soon as one man had come in me, there was immediately another hard erect pole there to take his place… I was losing all awareness of time and room… all I was aware of was the hard dicks pumping in and out of me… filling me with warm wonderful semen… I swallowed all I could but still a lot of come was flowing down my face… I was licking, sucking, slurping and really feasting on all this lovely warm, salt come….. I couldn’t get enough…. strong fingers were pinching my flesh, my nipples, my clit and my pubic lips… I felt teeth and nails penetrating my skin, lips sucking in my flesh until it hurt… in my lust-crazed mind I thought that my body would be full of sucking marks tomorrow as I would be flogged in public…. there on my body for everybody to see… I felt ashamed… teeth biting so hard into my nipples and breasts that I felt tears flowing down my face…. I could not scream out loud as my mouth was filled by an enormous swelling cock and I was longing for itto explode, spurting its costly load down my throat…

I was raped for hours and then taken back to the prison. Well back in my cell, I immediately fell asleep, totally exhausted and with come dripping out of all my orifices.

In a matter of hours I would be taken out to the city square for being publically flogged.