Maggie clung to N’krzi’s side for the next few weeks. There was a noticeable thaw in their relationship.
He watched with pride as she underwent the last of her preparations for riprasha. The small rod traversing her nostrils were systematically replaced with larger ones, until her petite nose was warped enough to accommodate the large metal cylinder she desired. Likewise, the tiny metal stick in her septum eventually became a huge clicker. In time, it would weigh down the cartilage between her nostrils, giving her an even more exotic look, but for now, she’d have to settle for the constant, reassuring feeling of metal on her upper lip. She would forever be cursed with tiny nostrils and small pointy nose, but Maggie did what she could with it.
She similarly did what she could with her mosquito bite breasts. The weeks saw the rods in her nipples growth in circumference until the nipples themselves protruded an extra inch to allow for the metal that passed through them. At that point, Maggie could run rings as big as M’li’s through her nipples, and that’s what she opted for. N’krzi himself welded the ends of the rings together so Maggie wouldn’t ever have to worry about not having huge nipple rings again. Granted, they looked a bit out of place on her small, Caucasian breasts and pinkish areolas, but again, Maggie’s effort was noticeable and appreciated by N’krzi.
Perhaps that’s why he took a special interest in her scarrification. He helped Maggie rub the paste into her burgeoning scars daily, to ensure that the tissue didn't heal or get infected, and continued to use her as a canvas for his grisly art. The pain, particularly from the open wounds on the sides of her face, was considerable. Still, Maggie was determined. Her diligence and pain threshold allowed, In time, she knew, the angry red marks on her arm and face would turn into scar tissue, leaving dazzling designs. Designs that would mark her forever as a Tineri.
Maggie even tagged along with N’krzi on his nighttime visits to the women of the Tineri. She was still not allowed to touch his amazing cock, but it was a treat just getting to stare at it during his coitus with the other woman. Maggie’s foot fetish had grown to epic proportions by this time, and she enjoyed passionately worshipping the foot of N’krzi’s mate while they fucked. And after seeing the wonders this dick could evoke, Maggie regretted ever letting any of the many small and average-sized white cocks inside her.
“It’s only a matter of time,” she thought to herself nightly, “before I get to fuck him…” Dreams of N’krzi distorting her pussy with his girth guided her to slumber each night.
*****
The day came again for Maggie to join an excursion for herbs. This time, Maggie was accompanied by N’krzi and M’li. They took the same path Maggie had taken with M’li, which, Maggie knew, would bring them by civilization and, in particular, the resort she stayed at when she was just a tourist in Africa. Maggie felt no trepidation; quite the contrary, actually - she was looking forward to being a spectacle in front of these Westerners. She used to BE one of those rubes, she knew, worrying about dieting or hair color or matching this bikini top with this bottom. Now, she was liberated, leading a life of constant pleasure, amidst the most beautiful people in the world. Those tourists should be grateful for any glimpse they got into the Tineri world.
And so, when the security accosted the trio on the beach, Maggie brought her friends to a portion of the beach off hotel property, and the three swam to a large, flat rock in the water directly in front of the most populous portion of the hotel beach. They stood, in full view of dozens of vacationing Americans, English, continental Europeans, and Australians. The guests caused a commotion as they scrambled to see the native freaks, especially the blonde, white one, and because the water was not hotel property, security was unable to intervene.
With the eyes of the crowd on her, Maggie took M’li’s hand and led her to lie on the rock. Maggie then turned aside M’li’s loincloth and buried her head between M’li’s legs. Even with the crashing waves, Maggie could hear gasps from the crowd at the lewd sex act (and even some recriminations from wives whose husbands were a bit too interested in the proceedings). Maggie’s deft tongue soon brought her lesbian lover to screams of pleasure, but Maggie didn’t want to finish her. That honor would belong to N’krzi. In turn, he allowed Maggie the honor of touching his cock for the first time, as she brought him to full mast and guided him into her waiting friend. The sight of his erect member stunned the crowd, which remained in shock as he and M’li began to copulate. Maggie stood to the side, grabbing her friend’s lavishly adorned foot and depositing the toes in her mouth. Putting her foot fetish on display to the tourists was a major turn-on, and she soon had her free hand between her legs.
With all this stimulation, M’li couldn’t hold out long, and her orgasmic howl soon sounded from one end of the beach to the other. Maggie soon followed suit, making sure even the guests in their rooms could hear her cum. Finally, the girls knelt in front of N’krzi’s dark, veiny, gargantuan cock. Maggie felt blessed as N’krzi drew her blonde head onto him. Complete abandon gripped her as she gave the best blowjob of her life...for about five seconds, before N’krzi deposited the largest load Maggie had ever experienced down her gullet. She gratefully cleaned his cock of all remaining cum before making out with M’li, who wanted some of the seed as well.
Spent from the performance, the three stood and surveyed the crowd. It hadn’t dissipated at all - there were probably dozens more people watching at that point than when they began. They were, Maggie thought, exactly what she expected - some overpaid, overworked white people just sampling the splendor of Africa before going back to never thinking about the continent. The crowd counted among them the fat 60 year olds, the frat boys, the children, and Maggie’s previous “tribe” - the entitled, brattish, high-maintenance, stuck up bitches. If she only knew then what she knows now, Maggie thought. One of those bitches looked familiar. Blue Seafolly bikini - that was Maggie’s old bikini - and wearing it was Maggie’s old friend, Juliana, looking fit, tan, and shocked. Noticing Maggie’s view, she slowly brought a hand up to wave. Maggie slowly returned the favor before breaking eye contact. That was a bit weird, Maggie thought.
She looked down at her feet and noticed that, at the base of the ring toe on her left foot, in front of the stacks of rings she now wore, was one of her first toe rings. The blue and silver ring she had moved from her finger to her toe, to follow the Tineri’s excellent example. The ring she had gotten from Juliana as a gift years ago. They had been best friends. Now, they had nothing in common. A note of melancholy crossed Maggie’s mind.
M’li broke the somber moment. “Who’s that?”
“No one,” Maggie responded. “Someone I used to know. Let’s go.” The three dived back into the water.
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