The ensuing weeks saw a revitalized Maggie eager - almost impatient - to become a full-fledged Tineri. Daily consumption of riprasha drink made assimilation deeply desirable and, in fact, inevitable. Eager to make her piercings permanent, she tugged on the needles as much as she could tolerate to try to make the holes bigger. As soon as she could, she switched to the largest gauge rods she could, and the process repeated. The gold chain bracelet and necklace she had been wearing - gifts from a past boyfriend - were repurposed as chains tying her nose jewelry to her earrings.
She no longer spoke English; she even thought in her adopted language. She performed her chores with enthusiasm, especially the chores that involved pleasing her friend and mentor, M’li.
M’li sung the praises of Maggie’s skill at eating pussy and worshipping feet, and that, along with Maggie’s new and improved Tineri look, led to huge demand for her “services.” Maggie was in heaven. She was going down on three or four magnificent Tineri women a day and sucking the toes of at least that many.
Still, she felt somewhat left out. She would at times be eating the pussy or sucking the toes of a Tineri woman while she kissed or ate out another. No Tineri woman had ever eaten Maggie out, sucked her toes, or even kissed her on the lips, aside from M’li. Maggie understood why - she lacked their attractive skin color and features - but surely someone would recognize and reward her effort?
On one occasion, she was eating the pussy of another woman in the tribe, A’rin. A’rin had the thickest pussy lips Maggie had ever seen. Going down on her was like sticking your face in the rows of hot dogs at 7-11, Maggie thought. Still, the allure of the nectar between A’rin’s legs was undeniable.
Maggie was happily lapping away at A’rin’s cunt when N’krzi walked in, a frown surrounded by muscles and scars. A’rin’s pitched breathing grew piqued when she noticed him standing before her. With a gesture, she directed Maggie to stop the cunnilingus and focus instead on worshipping A’rin’s left foot.
N’krzi silently took Maggie’s place between A’rin’s legs and, in the same motion, shed his loincloth. Even unaroused, he had the biggest cock Maggie had ever seen. As it neared A’rin’s genitals, it sprang to life, going from a large black sock to a small unopened umbrella in moments.
Maggie, A’rin’s foot in her mouth, could see the woman tense up in anticipation. N’krzi methodically rubbed his dick against the dark pubes Maggie had been licking. To Maggie’s amazement, the cock continued to grow, the head emerging from the foreskin in a mass of dark veins. She had never even seen an uncircumcized cock before. She had never seen a black cock before. She had never seen a cock she wanted inside her more.
N’krzi, satisfied that A’rin was sufficiently wet, slowly began to penetrate her. A’rin’s big brown eyes opened wide and her large nostrils flared. As N’krzi sped up his thrusting, the noises coming out of A’rin’s mouth began to sound progressively less human and more like an animal consumed entirely with the act of mating. The toes in Maggie’s mouth curled. Maggie had literally never seen someone experience pleasure of this magnitude.
“Yep, I’m going to fuck this dude,” Maggie thought to herself.
Minutes later, A’rin was screaming in mind-blowing orgasm, digging her long toenails into the inside of Maggie’s mouth. N’krzi began to remove himself from her, apparently intending not to finish inside her. The instant that glorious cock was free of A’rin’s cunt, Maggie dropped her foot and began to fellate the tribesman. Never had she enjoyed giving blow jobs - her boyfriend Gryphon had once dumped her during a trip to Aspen because she refused to suck him off - but that was before she was Tineri. Now, her mouth, hands, hell - her entire body, were all dedicated to the task of getting this huge cock off, preferably, inside of her.
But N’krzi forcefully removed her from his dick, allowing A’rin to collect his seed in her mouth and on her chest. He put his loincloth back on and left.
Maggie, confused, horny, and jealous, followed him out of the hut, her bare feet stepping through the ashes of the extinguished fire at the center of the clearing. “N’krzi! What was that?”
N’krzi kept walking, with Maggie struggled to keep up with his gait.
“You know, I’ve never been rejected like that before, you bastard.”
N’krzi continued walking without so much as a glance of acknowledgement.
“You just slip into A’rin’s hut while we’re having sex and shove me aside, then you actually shove me aside when I try to get some too?”
N’krzi turned. “I’m sorry, white girl.” He paused, struggling for words, before simply saying, “I don’t find you attractive.”
The words “white girl” stung. Yes, her skin was white, but the piercings in her face and breasts, as well as the loincloth, were pure Tineri. Her needs, too, were pure Tineri.
“Because I’m white?”
“Because you’re not Tineri.”
Would she ever be? The riprasha was, as Maggie understood it, the ceremony to mark her formal inclusion in the tribe, but that was weeks away.
Crestfallen, Maggie was reduced to begging. “Please help me.”
Her furtive motions at N’Krzi’s loincloth were rebuffed, but he took pity on her. “Yes, I will help you.”
Maggie’s heart soared. “Will you fuck me?”
“No,” his wide nostrils flared. “You are still not Tineri. But I can, I suppose, make you more … presentable.”
That was music to Maggie’s ears. “Yes! Anything!”
“It will be excruciatingly painful.”
Maggie had gotten used to the painful nature of the Tineri modifications and figured there was nothing she couldn’t handle. “That’s fine,” she whispered.
“You’ll never be the same old white girl.”
“I’m Tineri now,” Maggie said, brandishing her nose piercings.
“Yes, but piercings can be removed. What I will do to you cannot be undone.”
“Yes, but piercings can be removed. What I will do to you cannot be undone.”
“I don’t want it to be undone - I want to be Tineri!”
“Good,” was the response. N’krzi brought Maggie back to the fireplace in the middle of the encampment and began to rub sticks together.
“What is he doing?” Maggie wondered.
N’krzi had soon made a small fire. Into it, he plunged a blade that was tied to his waist. Before long, it was glowing hot.
“This will disinfect the knife,” he said as he deposited the knife in a basin of water. “Come. Sit.”
Maggie sat before him, cross-legged on the ground. He rubbed some paste on her left arm. Maggie recognized the paste as fl’upsli, the same antiseptic treatment she had undergone prior to getting pierced.
Then, she felt the blade slice into her arm. Just a superficial cut, but N’krzi dragged the blade down the length of the limb, zigging and zagging as he went. He wiped the blood off and repeated the process, until Maggie’s arm was covered in cuts.
“I am impressed,” N’krzi told her. “No tears, no screams - maybe we will make a Tineri out of you yet.”
With that, and without warning, N’krzi began to flay the skin in between the cuts, skinning Maggie’s arm. The pain was, as advertised, excruciating. Tears welled in Maggie’s eyes, and she grabbed some loose, nearby bark and bit down to ease her suffering. Still, she maintained her steely resolve and did not flinch her arm as N’krzi carved.
Soon enough, N’krzi removed the offending strips of skin and dabbed the blood away. The flesh of Maggie’s arm now bore a fairly intricate design of swirls and lines. Looking at N’krzi’s own scarred arms and torso, she realized that she, too, would bear these tribal marks. Painful or not, she loved them.
“Now, Maggie, you must rub this w’siri paste into the cuts daily, or they may get infected or heal somewhat,” N’krzi said, handing her a small container. “You should also--”
Maggie cut him off. “More.”
“Eh?”
“This isn’t enough. Mark me again.” Her zeal for tribal modifications would not be denied.
“I think that is enough for now, Maggie. We can talk again in the future.”
“No, we do this now!” Maggie took N’krzi’s hand, still gripping the knife, to the side of her face. N’krzi understood and began to carve.
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