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the pin was a small gold pea-sized ball. Uzetta stepped closer and held his cock up for her to see. “In my village,” he explained, “one child is picked to be honored in this way. Is very painful. The cutting begins age ten. Not over and healed till age fourteen. After great ceremony I am taken by experienced women of tribe who teach me ways of giving and getting pleasure.”
    Looking at his disfigured cock, Kathy began to imagine how the hard beads would feel in her vagina. She was sure the purpose of the ridged length was to rub over her clitoris and stimulate it in a way that a normal penis could not. The piercing of his cockhead, like the other mutilations, was designed to excite women.
    Uzetta quickly undressed. Although he was short, his compact body was flat muscled and hard, his waist almost as tiny at hers, his dark skin smooth. Kathy slipped out of her heels and the gown. She lay back on the bed and reached out to him.
    “Das right,” Uzetta said, “no cocksucking, no ass fucking. We do natural way.” Kathy spread her legs and with one hand guided his long, beaded cock into her. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced. When he was completely inside her, he did not thrust and withdraw. Instead, he rocked gently for a very long time. She’d been right. She could feel the beads in the rim of his cock and at the end of the piercing. Even better was the slow friction of the spine-like ridges against her clit. Since she’d not felt a cock inside her in many months, she was ready to orgasm almost immediately. Sensing this, he lay perfectly still, his mouth just inches from hers. She drew him down to her and they kissed softly. Her arms were around his back as she held him tightly against her. She darted her tongue into his mouth, which tasted sweet and clean. She could actually feel her swollen clitoris begin to throb.
    When the kiss ended, she looked up at him. His smile was warm and genuine. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, “Please,” she whispered. Slowly he began to rock again, but this time he slid his ridged cock over her clit. In less than a minute, she cried out and orgasmed in a way that was more powerful than she’d ever experienced. She twisted her head from side to side, gasping for breath, pulling him against her, trying desperately to buck and thrust under him. Before her orgasm had ended, he began to fuck again her but gently with slow short strokes. Remarkably he had held back from coming. She wrapped her legs around his muscled ass and pulled him deeper into her. After several minutes, she came again.
    Uzetta brought her to two more orgasms, each different in length and kind from the others. As her fourth began to subside, suddenly the bedroom door was flung open and Abul, in a furious rage, filled the doorway. “You bitch!” he screamed. She saw him glance at the wires she’d cut from the video cameras. “You fucking bitch!” he cried a second time as he charged toward them.
    Kathy rolled off Uzetta and slid from the bed, cowering beside it. Uzetta, his stiff mutilated cock glistening from her juices, reached under the pillow and in one swift movement flashed the open razor at the approaching Abul. “You want to be cut?” he said calmly. Abul stopped and took a step back. “Das right,” Uzetta said. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pointed at Abul with the razor, “You stay. Don’t move.” Deliberately he placed the razor on the nightstand, which was only five feet from Abul. “For you,” he said gesturing toward the open razor, “if you got courage to try.” Gently he took Kathy’s arm and drew her up on the bed. As she lay beside him, he turned to Abul, “I gonna take your woman again. You gonna watch me do it. But first I ask.” He looked at Kathy, “Yes or no?”
    She reached up to touch his face and then spread her legs. “Yes,” she said.
    Abul began to protest, “Satomi’s orders were she wasn’t to be fucked. He’ll