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The year was 1890. She was forty five now. Georgina had lived here on her extensive estate for thirty years. She had stayed on here after her husband,a senior British Diplomat had died. There was no place on earth like Bagdad, no place like this country. She could have gone back to England but she could not even contemplate that. She loved this country, it`s beauty, and above all, it`s primitive barbarity. Her husband had been well respected here, and was know by all the region`s Princes and Rulers. She was safe here. Her husband may have been popular with the natives here but she had grown to hate him,and shed little tears at his death. England would have been no place for a woman like Georgina. Exposed to the practices and customs of this place, she had long ago left the genteel ways of a typical English women far behind her. The things that Georgina craved were not available in England. Her husband had never been interested in her sexually, not for years. She had made up for that. She had become insatiable as far as boys were concerned. Young boys. At least thirty of them worked on her estate. Not one of those boys was more than sixteen years of age. She was wealthy, and boys were easily obtained. For a pittance, pretty and well hung young boys would spread themselves and let her do as she wished to them. She was not always alone here. She had, over the years developed a huge circle of friends, in Bagdad, but also all around Europe. Her husbands position had required her to entertain many visitors from many lands. Women , in particular, had always liked her and she had many female friends. Women for some reason had a strange liking for this place. Bored European Diplomatic wives, looking for something different, something more exciting,. Something more primitive. Many of these women visited her on a regular basis. One of those was a German lady named Helga. Georgina had known her for years,, ever since Helga`s Husband husband was stationed in . They had returned home many years ago but Helga often returned for long periods. Georgina had soon discovered that Helga had the same craving for young flesh as she had herself. Together they satisfied that craving. Helga, who was around the same age as herself, could often be found with four or five, very naked, and very young boys in her bed. Both of them had developed a taste for more unusual activities. They often paid native villagers to let them watch male circumcisions. Both of them found this very erotic. When they mentioned this to some of their female friends, they were surprised at the level of interest shown. Soon, a number of them were brought along to see for themselves. Gradually a circle of women with a liking for this sort of thing began to form. One evening, on the way back from a village where they had just seen ten young boys losing their foreskins, they passed a group of natives ,and there was much shouting. " What is going on?" Georgina asked their porter. He dismounted from his camel and disappeared into the crowd. He returned a few moments later. " What is going on, what are those women doing?, asked Georgina. " They are performing the cuttings Lady" he said. " What do you mean, cuttings, what kind of cuttings?. " The cutting of the males Lady, the male camels and the bulls. The women cut them this time each year". Helga had a strange look in her eye. " Lets have a look" she said excitedly. They worked their way through the crowd to a clearing. A large bull was lying on the ground, its legs tied together. He was roaring. A young native woman was kneeling behind him. Georgina stared. She was cutting the testicles out of him. The girl took no notice of his roaring and trashing as she cut them out of him. Georgina could not take her eyes from the knife as it did its bloody work. Both of them stood staring as twelve other bulls lost their testicles. A strange excitment took hold of her. Surprised, she realised she was getting wet between her legs. On the rest of the way home none of them said very much. Later in the evening Helga approached her. " I am going to tell you something that might shock you" she said quietly. " What?," said Georgina. " Well, when we were watching those women this afternoon, I never felt so sexually excited in all my life. It really did something to me Georgina when I saw what they were doing to those bulls". " They were castrating them Helga, they were cutting the maleness out of those big scrotums. Don`t worry, I felt exactly the same. It is not so strange to be excited by it, I have read of women who have a great liking for castration. I think we must see this again?. That night many of the young boys were wondering why so much attention was being paid to their scrotums. To be continued.
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