No doubt protocol dictated it, but she examined Roger first. He, of course, was highly embarrassed when first of all she prodded the muscles of his tender backside and then pushed his reddened cheeks apart to look at his bottom hole. Nothing to worry about there, she commented, Minor bruising and soreness but that will soon go. No need for any treatment. Obviously, what to us was a major thrashing, on her scale of things it was only a trivial punishment. Compared to Velisi’s, I suppose it was.

Deftly she flipped him over and because of the chain I had to move too. His erection stood straight up from his body and when he tried to cover it with his free hand, Nurse Muniba ordered me to hold the hand well above his head. From this position I had a good view when she cupped his testicles, gently squeezed and seemed to weigh them. A frown crossed her face but she didn’t say anything. I told myself that I shouldn’t watch but did so anyway. Better that you know what you may have to deal with in the next few days? Weeks? Months? Or longer? I argued in my mind. Hardly had Nurse Muniba started examining his prick when it erupted and spewed out a quantity of sperm.

Muniba collected a drop into a vial and commented, Well at least it works. In a moment I’ll nip to the office and check whether there are living sperm in it. Would you like to lick him clean? Horrified, I turned my head. Oh well, you white girls! I’ll do it this time but you’ll have to do it in future and for any other men who ejaculate in your presence. The thought disgusted me but she unconcernedly took Rogers member in her mouth and sucked it clean and then licked the remaining sperm from his body and her fingers. I’ll be back in a few minutes, she told the warder who I’d forgotten was watching us.

Neither Roger nor I felt like commenting on what had happened in front of the man watching us. I knew Roger had been utterly humiliated and I wondered how far the nurse would go with me. Seeing her handle his prick and then suck his sperm, had an unwanted side effect on me too; I was wet between my legs.

Ten minutes later, the nurse returned. All’s well, she informed us, Plenty of living sperm so he should be able to fertilise you. It doesn’t actually say in the notes that he mustn’t fuck you now, in fact it specifies that no Tumalians must do so. Has he fucked you already? I shook my head and murmured, no. You’re still a virgin? Her voice showed its incredulity, Lie on the bed and let’s find out.”

“No! I yelled, Not in front of everyone.”

“You need another hand? The warder leered at me.

“No! I yelled again.

To my horror the nurse replied, Yes, Zulam, that would be a help. This is the first white girl we’ve had while I’ve been here and I’ve heard they can be a bit uppity. Hold her ankles so she’s wide open for me and then I can examine her cunt properly. My protestations were to no avail, Zulam positioned himself at my head and pulled my ankles back to his shoulders. I was helpless and my most private parts were obscenely on display. Roger would see them and perhaps get ideas about having sex with me. Worse. Zulam’s erection protruded from the leg of his shorts right alongside my face and I could not only see it, I could smell it as well. Nurse Muniba laughed when she saw me close my eyes. Perhaps we’ll let her suck it for you later. Better still, she can suck it now. It will keep her quiet while I feel inside her. Perhaps she’ll like a black prick better than her boyfriend’s white one.”

“No, please no, I pleaded. Roger don’t let them do it to me, please. One glance at Roger and I knew he would be of little help. He was cowering away from the muscular warder.

“Open up! The nurse’s fingers pinched my nostrils and when I obstinately kept my mouth closed she twisted my left nipple with her other hand. As soon as I cried out, so Zulam’s prick went in and with my head against the bolster, I couldn’t pull away.

“Don’t try and bite Missie, he warned, Biting a man’s prick is an automatic tit caning offence. He did pull out a little and then began short in and out movements with his loins.

“How long will this go on? How long before he shoots his stuff into my mouth? What will it taste like? Muniba didn’t mind when she tasted Roger’s. His was a white man’s sperm though. Will a black man’s taste different? Out of the corner of my eye I saw him but he just looked on in his helpless way and I began to wonder what I ever liked about him.

“Have you had a good look at her cunt Roger? Further embarrassment. Muniba’s fingers probed my opening.

“No…no, he stuttered. He was embarrassed and fascinated at the same time. I rightly assumed he’d never seen a woman’s private parts before.

“Well take a good look now. Better still get hold of her labial lips and pull them wide apart so that I can see inside. I could have died when he fumbled and tried to follow Muniba’s instructions. Well she’s definitely a virgin, she announced. That’s so unusual in this country. Most girls have birthed half a dozen babies by the time they reach her age. Have a good look Zulam, I doubt you’ll ever see another white virgin cunt in your lifetime. With his prick stuffed in my mouth and the leg of his shorts partly covering my face, I couldn’t see his reaction but I felt him lean over to get a better look. Do you know about a girls clit, Roger? Muniba asked. I didn’t hear a reply but she went on, That’s a girl’s pleasure centre. See how it stands out at the moment? That’s because she is sexually aroused and like your prick gets hard, so does a girl’s clit although it is not so obvious. She went on the show him how a girl likes to be masturbated using me as an example and then I felt his fingers doing it to me. I wanted to fall through the floor and disappear.

“I’ll murder him! I vowed but my attention was taken by Zulam’s more vigorous thrusts in my mouth followed by the rather odd taste of his sperm as it flooded into my throat. Muniba must have finished her so-called examination because he let go of my ankles and held my head on his prick.

“Use your tongue to clean me Missie and make sure you swallow all the spunk. You are not allowed to spit it out. Not unless you wish to have your arse warmed again. Knowing I had no choice, I did as I was told but I soon realised that the thought of what I was doing repulsed me more than the actual taste.

“Turn over, the nurse ordered and when I lay face down she prodded my buttocks and anal opening. Looks as if they strapped you much harder than him, she commented and wrote something in her notes. She did put a little cream on my arse but not Roger’s and she only laughed when he pleaded with her. You don’t need it, you’ve only a few marks and they’ll soon go. Before she left, Muniba had a few words with us. I’d asked what was likely to happen to us. I don’t really know Elaine. Very few white people visit Tumali and those that do are nearly always businessmen so we don’t see them in this prison. Someone in high authority must have wanted you to come here

“Colonel Nubaro?”

“Maybe, she went on, I’m only a nurse. This is only a holding prison and what usually happens is criminals are brought here and on the same day or the next they are taken to the court and sentenced. Depending on the time, they are punished that day and returned here. I treat them and, unless there is some infection, they are released the following day. We don’t keep prisoners here for long terms. In fact we have very few prisoners in our long-term camp. If you were Tumalians, I would expect you to be taken before the court in the morning but, as it is a holiday, that might be postponed until the following day. You would then be taken to the market square for punishment and brought back and released the next day. Just the same as Vilisi. However, as you don’t have a home here or anything and there are no hotels I’ve no idea what will happen.”

“We were supposed to have been met at the airport and taken to someone’s home for our stay but we weren’t told who that would be. I paused and Muniba started collecting her stuff, I think we are just pawns in some game and all this was planned before we left England.”

“You may well be right, but I can tell you, that I am not one of the players. One thing is certain though. Sooner or later you will be fucked and bred by the men here, so you might wish to consider Roger as your partner first. It might be better for you to have a white baby. How many pills did you take?”

“Only two,”

“Then I expect you’ll still be fertile. Think about it.”

Fortunately a simple meal arrived soon after they left and I used the water that was with it to wash the taste of Zulam’s sperm from my mouth although truth to tell there was very little taste to the stuff. I guess it was more in my imagination.

Roger tried to apologise to me several times but I refused to acknowledge him and resolutely faced away while we ate our food. That was difficult because the length of chain was insufficient for us to eat independently without being close but I made certain that it was him that had to move. While I ate I again pondered on the fact that my notes said no Tumalians were to fuck me. Another indication that this was all preplanned.

We’d hardly finished our meal when they carried Sumala into his cell on a stretcher, his back and buttocks welted and bleeding in places. He cried out loudly in his pain and we were appalled by the harsh punishment he’d had. Worse, we wondered if we would be whipped too. Nurse Muniba arrived quickly and calmed him with an injection. She didn’t say anything to us while she did her best to treat the suffering man.

“Do you think we’ll be whipped like that? Roger broke the silence between us. Tears were again running down his face. I tried to hold mine back just to show my superiority but it was a difficult task.

“I don’t think so, I answered carefully, I would guess the players in the game have other plans for us that won’t involve the mutilation of our bodies. They would not have gone to all the trouble and expense of getting us here unless they plan to use us in other ways but I have no idea how. My mind added, I wouldn’t be surprised if we were punished less severely though. Probably the strap again. My mind tried to shut out the thought.