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Margaret was not enough to make her submit to the murderer in the next room. She tightened her grip on the open razor in her hand.
    “Yes, Mr. Uzetta,” she called softly, “I want you.” She stood at the foot of the bed, facing the door. He appeared, in the opening, unsmiling, his eyes burning into her. He took a step inside and held out his hand. Kathy hesitated, then nodded and placed the razor in it. She noticed his hands were small but powerful. On the index finger of his left hand was a beautiful sapphire ring.
    Uzetta noted the cut wires hanging from the video cameras. The sound of Abul’s snoring came from the living room. Uzetta left the bedroom door open behind him. He crossed to Kathy and stood appraising her. Under his hard gaze, her cheeks flushed. She could feel her nipples stiffen and the tingling in her stomach. “Do Uzetta have himself a hot white woman?” he asked.
    “Yes, Mr. Uzetta.”
    “How long?”
    “All night....for as long as you wish.”
    “I make you do things.” He was shorter than she and the most ugly man she had ever seen.
    “Yes, I know,” she said. “I know you will make me do things. I...I...will do whatever you ask.”
    Uzetta reached into his other pocket and took out the remote that controlled her clitoral cap. He pushed the release button. She felt the cap loosen then it dropped to the floor between her legs. She knew her clitoris was swollen like a bright red berry. She stepped back and gestured toward the clitoral cap. “Thank you,” she said. “I am most...most grateful.” When he didn’t answer she said, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Chapter Three – Uzetta
    Uzetta motioned toward the bed. When she was seated on the edge of it, facing him, he gestured toward the living room, “Abul lies,” he said. “I kill many men. All soldiers. Never kill woman or child. Only bastards like Abul do dem things. He is coward. Is bad for you.” Kathy smiled at that and was about to agree when he held up his hand. “I say I make you do things but not like Abul.” He took a step toward her. “I am ugly black African, is not true?”
    Kathy looked up into his somber face and saw that he expected a truthful answer. “No, honestly, Mr. Uzetta...you’re different...and...and that difference doesn’t matter. At least to me it doesn’t.”
    He nodded seeming to understand she was not flattering him. “I want white woman, pretty white woman. I want to fuck you.”
    It sounded like more of a request than an order. Kathy felt the heat flow to her vagina and wetness. It had been months since her clitoris had been free of the hated cap. She knew it was swollen and sensitive. “Yes,” she said softly, “but Mr. Satomi’s orders are that I’m not permitted to...”
    “Mr. Satomi not here. Wires to cameras cut. You can say I rape you...hold razor to neck.”
    “But what about Abul?” she asked.
    “Like I tell you, Abul is coward. He not do nothing.”
    Kathy found herself smiling at the idea that this strong little black man was ready to defy Abul and Satomi in order to have her. He could have easily raped her, but instead he was asking...rather shyly asking, she thought. She reached out to him. He took her hands in his. “Yes, Mr. Uzetta,” she said, still smiling, “this white woman is yours if you wish to have her.”
    “Do not agree yet.” He let go of her and quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down while watching her closely. She uttered a little cry as she saw his stiff cock. She quickly looked away. It was both long and thick but was hideously mutilated. It appeared as if under the skin that covered the rim of his cockhead there had been sewn a bracelet of round stones, the size of peas. A long strand of similar beads were imbedded along the top length of his penis. These were triangular in shape giving his shining black cock the appearance of the ridged back of a lizard. The tip of his cock had been pierced with a bright gold pin. At each end of