Yasmeena moans in ecstasy as her bound and exposed body is whipped mercilessly by the sturdy leather flogger. The pain is intense but she craves more, begging for her tormentor to never stop. Each strike of the flogger tears into her flesh, leaving welts and bruises in their wake. She arches her back, offering up more of herself to the violent onslaught. Her nipples are hard from both arousal and pain, and she gasps as the flogger's tails brush against them. Blood trickles down her skin, adding to the sensation that she's never experienced before. The rhythm of the whipping builds, faster and harder, until the pleasure and pain become one inextricable sensation. The 1103 seconds seem to pass in an instant, and Yasmeena collapses in a heap as Amun's supernatural powers dissipate.
