Sultana - The Philipino
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The Filipino By Sultana
An Adult story, no one under 18 should read.
I grew up in the Philippines and when I was in my late teens I wanted a better life than my poor village. I took a job abroad as domestic help in the Middle East. It was all very exciting as I had never been on a plane. The household that I worked at was large and wealthy. I was very pretty and with black hair that reached my knees I always had the boys looking at me. The owner of the house's third son seemed quite taken with me. He was nice and was cute. I spent much time masturbating and thinking about him in my room. We had ended up alone together in one of the many rooms of the estate. We were soon kissing and then he touched my breast and was soon rubbing my clitoris. I thought if I could just marry him, I could enjoy the wealth around me rather than being a servant. Suddenly the door burst open and his mother entered and screaming she sent him away. Two other servants held me down while she beat me with a cane calling me a whore. The beating went on and on. When they finished I was left crying in the room of which they locked the door.
That evening they returned along with a rather fat aunt and a old woman. I was thrown down on a sturdy wooden table. The fat aunt sat on my chest, a thigh on either side of my head. My hands and arms were also pinned against the table by her knees. Then the two servants grabbed my legs and pulling them wide, bent them back as far as they towards my head. The old woman cut my underwear away and started rubbing me on the sex. Even though I didn't want to she made me aroused. She commented to the mother that I had been in the habit of being bad. "Notice the large well developed clitoris. This slut is has been quite the whore in seeking her own pleasure. Something that she will find quite beyond her abilities in the future."
Then she took a pair of needle nosed pliers and grabbed the tip of my engorged clitoris and as she twisted it she pulled it as far from my body as possible. Even with the fat woman sitting on my chest I was screaming like mad. She then took a razor and rather than just cutting the tip off she cut a circle around the whole base which freed my clitoris where she could pull more of it from my body. With several inches pulled out she cut each of the two little legs that attached to the shaft as close to my body as possible. What was left snapped back deep into my body whem the tension was relieved. She then took what looked like a soldering iron and cauterized the wound. I let out a blood curdling scream as I smelled the burning of my own flesh. Next she took a large needle and pierced each side of my outer lips. Then taking a silver ring that was opened that had a spike like point that fit into the female side of the ring. She fit that through each hole. She took a special type of pliers and as she mashed my sex closed with her hand she closed the ring. She repeated this 8 more times. When she finished my sex was sealed tightly. The mother inspected the job and addressed me. "You have been fixed. We removed your clitoris to stop your masturbation habit. The chastity rings will insure that you can no pleasure from penetration nor will you be able to use your body to tempt my son and become pregnant. You are here to serve not for your own pleasure."
They left me crying. It took a couple of weeks to heal. When healed I found my secret bud that had brought me so much pleasure was gone and rubbing the area was fruitless. The mouth of my sex was now just a row of silver rings that held me tightly closed. There was no way to remove them without serious tools, which I did not have. I could not believe what they had done to me. Years later I returned home with some money from my service but without my clitoris. I had the rings removed and found they mind blowing pleasure I had once felt was no longer there. My husband doesn't seem to mind as now his pleasure is my main concern.