“What is going to happen to us? I asked the elderly officer with sergeant stripes at the desk. Roger still wept bitterly and had an arm around me for support so I knew I would have to be the one to ask. He looked me up and down in a leering way and halting his gaze at my blonde pubic hair for what seemed an age, causing me more embarrassment, and wrote our names in a book then sifted through a pile of papers and read a sheet of an email. You’re to be kept chained together and no one is to fuck you until you’ve been interviewed. He stared at my mound again and I tried to cover it with my free hand but one of the men who’d brought us, pulled it away. Pity, the desk sergeant commented, I would have liked to have seen if a white cunt was any different to a black one and that wimp boy of yours doesn’t look as if he has enough meat to satisfy a woman.”

Roger gave an embarrassed cry and he too blushed. His penis was the only one I’d seen and it looked big enough to me. Who is going to interview us and when? I asked hoping it would be someone like Colonel Nubaro who could sort this whole mess out and let us go.

“Don’t know lady. Could be tomorrow, could be the day after because tomorrow’s a holiday. Could be one of the top men but it doesn’t say. The email came from the government office though. Read it.”

He tossed the paper to me. It told me no more than he had until I noticed that it was timed some three hours or so earlier. We’d been in the air on our way from Lilongwe then. This must all have been planned in advance, I thought and passed the sheet to Roger who only glanced at it and handed it back to the sergeant.

“Cell five. A warder took us through two sets of locked doors to a row of iron-barred cells that looked as if they’d seen service in a B western movie. I quickly noticed that only the back wall was solid and all the separating walls were open bars; we could see the other inmates and they could see us. We would have no privacy at all.

“Make yourselves at home, the warder grinned and gave my tender bottom what he deemed a gentle pat but which made me squeal again. The door slammed shut and I heard the key turn noisily in the lock. It was all too much. I wept. Roger put his arms around me but they were of little comfort, he was crying too and the way he held me meant his face was in my breasts and it was more a case of me comforting him. We sat gingerly on the hard bed despairing of ever getting out.

“No need to cry Missie, I’ve something here that will cheer you up. I turned and saw a local man kneeling on the bed in the next cell with his prick out and offering it to me through the bars. It was fully hard and much larger than Roger’s. I turned away, horrified. You won’t be so choosy tomorrow Missie, not after you’ve been fucked a dozen or more times. When they unlock the cell doors, you’ll have to submit yourself to us. That’s the law. Mummy’s boy there won’t protect you and that tiny worm of his won’t give you much satisfaction. No doubt you’re here for a good whipping too and then the screws will make good use of your cunt. Afterwards, if they haven’t thrown me out, Sumala here will then get a turn at you.

Roger’s wailing increased and I joined in for a while but gradually all my tears dried up and I started to take in my surroundings. Like a baby at his mother’s breast, Roger had wormed his way inside my arms and was sobbing and I could feel the wetness dribbling down my cleavage. At that point I thought that he might even attempt to suck my nipples, but he made no attempt to do so. Looking down at him, I realised what the man in the next room said, wasn’t too far off the truth. Roger was a big baby and if there was to be a way out of our situation, I would be the one to find it. He would follow and pretend to help, much as he had always done in the office although never before had we been in situations as dire as this. Whether it was my closeness or some smell from my breasts, or for some reason I didn’t understand, Roger had an erection. It was indeed smaller than the one next door but, because it was Roger’s, it seemed to disgust me more. He should be able to control himself, I reasoned, Whereas you can’t expect that from natives who are used to getting their wicked way with women. My experience with men at that time was such that I argued, He’s the one still crying and yet I am the one who is going to be raped. They can’t rape him. Despite all my mental arguments against it, I did find myself becoming a little wet between my legs. I partly blamed the warmth from my strapped bottom but I guess the sight of the black prick added to the feeling.

Pushing Roger away, I looked around and tried to assess our situation. The cell was about ten feet square with a stainless steel washbasin, mirror and toilet at one end, all completely open and on view to everyone, and a single bed along one of the open barred walls. No sheets, but one end of the mattress was padded and raised to serve as a bolster type of pillow. No privacy whatsoever, even when we washed or used the toilet. Each cell was a mirror image of its neighbour so next door’s bed, Sumala’s bed, was right alongside ours. Fortunately the way we were chained together meant that Roger would be next to the bars and from the narrowness of the bed, he would be tight up against them.

The sight of the toilet reminded me that I needed to use it but yet I didn’t want Sumala to see me. I didn’t want Roger to either but there was no getting away from that and I knew he would be in he same situation and I could ask him to look the other way. I wondered, How long they will they keep us chained together? Until after the court appearance? Longer? Will they allow us to phone the office? Will Colonel Nubaro intervene? Too many questions without any answers yet.

The two cells the other side of us were vacant so I quietly asked to Roger to shield me from the man’s stares while I peed and he did so. I tried to do it quietly but the stainless steel pan magnified the sound but when I glanced around Roger, Sumala wasn’t watching. That was a small blessing. We washed our faces and dried them with one of the few paper towels supplied and I reused mine by soaking it with water and applying it to my tender behind.

Sumala laughed loudly when he saw this. What they did to you was nothing but a little tickle. You just wait until you’re taken to the market place and caned or whipped. Wait until you’ve felt the whip bite into your arse or tits. His face clouded up and his arrogance disappeared, You’ll see when they bring Velisi back shortly. She’s getting twenty with the cane for stealing. They’ll take me then. I’ve got forty with the whip. His voice almost sounded like he was bragging at first and then it broke when he imagined the suffering it would cause him. Drunk on illegal booze and resisting arrest punched a guard…not the first time. He turned away and for a little while sat with his back to us.

We lay down on the bunk, not talking but each thinking what was likely to happen to us in that barbaric country. How cruel would they be to foreigners? Was there still hatred of the British from colonial times like the officer at the airport indicated? My mind kept churning over the fact that the guards had been ordered not to have sex with us before we’d even arrived. Even the officer who thrashed us knew and we’d hardly entered the country. Someone had to have planned this in advance. My mind narrowed the possibilities down to Colonel Nubaro who signed our false diplomatic immunity certificate or our boss, Ted, who was so keen to send us rather than one of the more experienced males on the staff.

“Tell your woman to back her arse against the bars. She’ll have to do it if you tell her and then I can have a nice fuck before they take me away. Sumala again thrust his prick through the bars but this time it was close to Roger’s face. He shook his head, turned away and pressed closer to me. So you’re a white girlie-boy, Sumala taunted him, When they find that out, they’ll put you in the Mummy’s Boy camp with the other girlie boys and you’ll get used like a woman. The General doesn’t allow them to breed with real women. You like cocks up your arse girlie-boy? You’d get plenty of them in the camp whether you want it or not. I felt Roger’s prick stiffen against my thigh and wondered if he was actually gay.

“You keep your prick in your shorts Sumala. No one’s allowed to fuck her for the time being. Orders from Government office, One of the warders shouted through the bars. Again I wondered about this but a commotion outside and the wailing of a woman interrupted any further thoughts on this. Velisi had returned.

The poor girl was half carried into the cell and I could see the raised ridges of her badly welted back and bottom. Sumala was right, by comparison our punishments were quite minor and once more I was overcome and started sobbing at the thought that by this time tomorrow, my bottom might be as painful as hers, if not worse. Was smuggling contraceptives considered a more heinous crime here than stealing? Nothing in our researches had indicated how penalties were determined.

The guards laid the wailing woman face down on the bed and a girl in nurse’s uniform entered pushing a medical trolley ahead of her. With a morbid fascination, I felt compelled to watch. They wouldn’t allow a uniform like that in St Thomas’s, I mused. Like all other women here, her blouse went round the outside of her full breasts and was slightly cup shaped on the underside to support them. Her skirt was short and when she bent down, I could see she wore nothing underneath. Roger must have seen it too because his eyes were wide open and his prick stiffened. I wondered if he would rape me later or if I would be able to control him and his urges. Did the government ruling apply to him?

“I’ll leave the door unlocked until you leave nurse. She’s not going to run away. The warder remarked as the guards filed out. One put his hand between the nurse’s legs but she only smiled and said, I’m at work. You know where to find me later.”

Our attention was momentarily distracted from the scene by a minor struggle as the guards handcuffed Sumala and led him away. My attention returned to the nurse. Lie still a moment Velisi, I’ll give you an injection that will ease the pain and make you sleepy. You’ll miss a meal but I don’t expect you’ll feel like eating and the food’s not all that great anyway. The nurse appeared to my inexperienced eye, to be very efficient and quickly administered the injection. Almost immediately the girl quietened down and the nurse began cleaning and putting a salve on her bottom. Several times she stopped and listened to the girl’s heart but each time she appeared satisfied and carried on. I had the impression that she had done this many times before and being a prison nurse, I guess she had. Roger looked pale and very sick and I felt my stomach churning but I watched and debated whether we would be punished in like manner.

“I’ll check on you in a minute, she remarked when she noticed me staring. I’ll need to get your notes first. Some ten minutes later the warder let her into our cell and she introduced herself as Nurse Muniba. Velisi lay quietly on her bed, just giving a small cry every now and then.