tinaslut – captive of the savages

by tinaslut © Tina Larsson

Yes, I confess: my fantasies may be somewhat gruesome compared to others. This does not, however, mean that I have experienced everything I am fantasizing about or that I would even like to experience it. Surprisingly many of my fantasies have indeed materialized, not so this particular one (as of yet). And maybe that’s a good thing after all…

------

In my dream I am lying on a bed of switches and grass, pretending to sleep. Captured by a number of natives and taken to their village deep in the jungle I have been kept prisoner and being guarded for more than a day. The warriors guarding me have finally dropped off one by one and now only one of them is still there. He is a huge, athletic and muscular black native, with war paint in his face and only dressed in a loincloth. Around his neck he is wearing a necklace made of animal teeth, maybe from a lion or two. All of a sudden he advances slowly towards me and there is no doubt in my mind what he wants to do to me… now that we are alone. The huge bulge in his loincloth says it all.

With a swiftness that is astonishing even to myself I explode into action and kick him with all my might between his legs. Even this giant of a man has very sensitive testicles and he falls to the floor, crying from pain. It may have been a shot of luck but here is my big chance to escape. I jump to my feet and runs out of the hut. It is early in the morning, too early for anybody to be awake in the village. I rush blindly into the jungle without any thoughts about what dangers may lurk there: wild animals, snakes, murder bees, poisonous spiders or whatever. I am totally struck by panic and my only aim is now to get as far away from the village and my captors as possible. Somewhere somehow I am bound to meet somebody who will save me. I have only a thin linen on me and it is torn by sharp thorns which also cut into my skin. My heart is pounding like a hammer and I can hardly breathe but still I keep on running, my bare feet being cut by sharp stones and thorns. Sometimes I stumble and fall but I am quickly on my feet again, running away in panic. I am simply scared to death about what will happen if these savages ever catch me again.

Far away in the jungle, I can hear screams and shouts coming from different directions, but it seems like I have laid a comfortable distance between me and those chasing me. But I have no idea where I am and the natives know this ground very well. Finally, I must stop and take a rest. I fall down on my knees and lean against a large tree to relax while my heart is pounding like it would burst.

All of a sudden everything is quiet. The only sound I hear is birds chirping and the humming of insects, but the shouting has stopped. Have my pursuers gone the other way? I sigh from relief when suddenly I hear a twig cracking behind me. Terrified, I turn around and I only have time to see a glimpse of the man that I have kicked. He stands before me with a big heavy club raised over his head and the next moment my world explode in a cascade of stars and lightning and then I fall deep into the blackest darkness

.
------

I am carried back to the village, hanging from a pole, tied by my hands and my feet. The man who have knocked me out with his heavy club go first and the two men carry a pole between them, resting on the shoulders. In the dream, I see the scene and see myself hanging from the bar with my hair hanging down. The man who goes first looks grim and he carries the club in his right hand. Presumably his testicles still hurt a lot after I kicked him.

When after several hours I come to I have a terrible headache and I am feeling dizzy. I have a big lump on my forehead as a reminder of the contact with his huge club. I lay naked on the floor on a bed of sharp straws and I moan from pain. The huge brute who has knocked me out notices that I have woken up and he advances towards me. I note that the heavy club is lying next to him and realize that I certainly should not make any attempt to fight back. While I am not bound I feel paralyzed with fear and I am unable to move. He pulls off his loincloth, exposing a huge erection that stands out in its full glory. I gasp from shock when I see his huge monstrous penis. He brutally grabs me by the hair and forces my face against his crotch. I have some difficulties to take his huge tool in my mouth because of its size but I finally succeed. I begin to lick and suck on it and try to do my best although I am petrified. I let my tongue play around the huge head and when I get around to the bottom of it I can feel him trembling and the huge pole seem to swell even more in my mouth. Before I know it, jet after jet of hot seed is spurting into my throat and he keeps my head in an iron grip so that I am forced to swallow it all. When he withdraws from me, he is still hard and throws himself over me, ravaging me hard and brutally.

All night long I am being raped hard and mercilessly, without finesse. He seems to have no barriers at all and I think he will be able to continue for ever. Even shortly after he had cum, his huge cock is hard again and he drives the huge intruder into me again. When the night is over, I am completely drained of all my energy and I am lying in a heap on the floor, weak, unable to move.

------

In the morning I am carried out by my captor, lying over his shoulders and he lays me down on a sort of stone altar as if I were a sack of potatoes. Several women help out to hold me in place. Two of them grab my legs and spread them as wide as possible. I am now wide open and exposed on the huge stone altar. The tribe chief comes forward and after talking for a while in a language I do not understand (although the message is quite clear) he comes near to me, pulls aside his loincloth and exposes a cock even bigger the man from last night. He thrusts hard and deep into me and screams out loud when he climaxes. All the time the men hold me down, and a thought flies through my mind: what if I get pregnant by all these rapes.

Then it is time for my punishment. I am tied to a beautifully decorated totem pole and the man who has raped me all night long come out from behind me. In his hand he has a long, sharp kourbash - a fearsome whip that I understand I will now get to taste.

The pain is unbearable. I scream until I feel like my vocal cords are being ripped out of my throat, begging for mercy but the cruel lashes continue to rain over my bare skin with such intensity that blood splatters. Now the man is really taking his revenge on me for his sore testicles. He beats me far too hard and I lose consciousness several times. When I wake up the savage whipping continues.

I do not know how long the cruel torture has lasted, but eventually the savage whipping stops. The ropes that bind me are released and I collapse in a heap at the foot of the totem pole. My hands are tied together and I get a strong rope round my neck, which is then bound around  the pole.

I am left lying there all day, with bloody stripes and scars all over my body. A young warrior is kind enough to treat my lacerated back by rubbing my wounds and scars with a soothing ointment. Then he fucks me hard and brutally, as I lay tied to the pole. During the day many of the village men will want to use me and the women will do anything to humiliate the white woman, who is now the village whore. Even several of the children are taking part by throwing small sharp rocks at me and whip me with sharp branches.

------

From now on I am taken out and tied at the totem pole every morning to be used by anyone wishing to do so. Especially when the men have been out in battle or hunting, they are like mad, wanting to let out the steam by using me. Each night I spend in a different hut to be owned by different men. At the end of each week I will be whipped again with a kourbash by the same man who knocked me out and captured me.

Having come thus far in my dreams I suddenly wake up feeling a burning pain over my thighs. Terrified, I open my eyes and blush when I notice that my both hands right are now between my legs. Yes, I agree: I find it very difficult to keep my fingers away. You stand in front of me, smiling, with a shiny black riding crop in your hand.

- You must have dreamt something really nice, Tina ...

- Mmmm .... if you only knew ....

I open myself up willingly for you and let my fingers play with your hair ... my cheek against yours. Your lips against my neck, kissing and sucking, your lips against mine... mmmmmmm how wonderful ... the tips of our tongues meet, you thrust forcefuly into me .... your strong arms embrace me and I feel I am yours. Yours and nobody elses. You own me and I am happy to be your slave, Master.

Do you like this story? Then I am sure you would like to see my blog: www.tinaslut.blogspot.com