“You really are a whore underneath that innocent façade, Roger spat at me as soon as we were alone. You’re nothing but a dirty little whore who has been prick teasing me all this time.”

For a while I did not know how to answer. It was now so obvious that he had desired me for a long while and had been too shy to even ask for a kiss. Roger, I started quietly, Roger, you may well be right in that I am a secret whore but that is something I have only just found out. At first I gave myself to him in the hope of getting an easement of our punishment for tomorrow but after we got going, I really wanted him and wanted him so badly. I’m a woman Roger and I only really found that out such a short while ago. As for being a prick tease, when have I ever given you the smallest hint that I would take you in my body? Never. Maybe that will change. I don’t know. He resisted my attempts to cuddle him and I lay there wondering if it was really the fucking that upset him or my taking over as the one in charge or perhaps his feelings of failure and inadequacy at his inability to protect me.

It was after five by the bedroom clock when Tzarma returned. Roger and I had hardly spoken except when he needed to find a toilet. Tzarma beamed a smile when he came in saw me lying on my back. Roger immediately slid off the bed and turned his head to the wall. Are you sore there? Tzarma asked as his hand cupped my cunt.

“A little.”

“Get the nurse to give you some lotion. I’m lifting the ban on others having you from the day after tomorrow. I should have inseminated you again by then and my sperm should be well established and hopefully you will be ensconced in your room here. He took less time over the preliminaries this time and soon his prick was fully embedded in my cunt and with my juices flowing well I was able to match each of his thrusts. This time I noisily orgasmed long before he did and was well on the way to a second when he stopped and pulsed his second load into me, to make sure it all stays in the right place he informed me. This time he offered his soft prick to my lips. I could see and smell our combined juices on it and hesitated. Get used to it Elaine, you’ll have to do it almost every time you are fucked.”

“It can’t be worse than Zulam’s, I told myself and gingerly started sucking it. Gradually more went into my mouth and when I was ordered to lick his balls, I did so and was surprised when his cock started to harden again. Knowing that Roger was surreptitiously watching, I put on more of a show than necessary just to annoy him and confirm his statement that I was a whore.

We were treated to dinner in the cafeteria again and this time it was crowded, mainly men but a good smattering of women too, all dressed albeit scantily. Many stared at us but still I didn’t know if it was because of our nakedness or the whiteness of our skins or my blonde hair. Two of the bluestone women I recognised from the plane came in and did a double take when they saw me. Congratulations, you’ve made it up the ranks extraordinarily quickly, one said as she planted a kiss on my cheek and then gave Tzarma a knowing look, I’m Uvala and this is Culmin. We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments and then they went to collect their meal.

Two guards were detailed escort us back to prison and by then it was dark and cold enough to raise goosebumps on my skin but it wasn’t far and I insisted that Roger held my hand. At one time I wore a cross around my neck but the sensation of the bluestone bouncing on my naked cold breasts sorry tits was quite different and made me notice them even more. Fortunately it was too dark for our escorts to notice.

Sumala lay face down on his bed when we arrived. His back and buttocks were a dreadful sight and once again I wondered just how badly we would be punished. He looked up as we entered and tried to smile but his face was distorted with the pain. How can they justify such barbarism, I commented to Roger and he seemed as upset as I was. We must put that in our writing.”

“And get ourselves a similar whipping, Roger replied sourly. I knew he was still hurting from the earlier events.

Nurse Muniba came to treat Sumala again soon after and I asked her if it was common to whip a person as badly as this. No, she answered carefully, It is rare for a court to order so many strokes but it was his third time and he did hurt the other man rather badly too. Unfortunately the man wielding the whip was a friend of the injured man and so Sumala got it rather harder than normal. I’ve put in a complaint to the court but I doubt it will do any good. A few minutes later, she stopped applying the salve and asked, How was your day? You were away a long while and you come back with a bluestone badge. It can’t have been too bad.”

I wanted to tell her but I was almost too shy to. I’ve to ask you for some lotion for

“You did it! she exclaimed, And with one of the top men too I guess. Are you free for everyone now?”

“She’s a whore!”

“There’s no such thing as a whore in this country Roger. Our purpose here is to produce babies. There is no choice. It is the only export we have and the only thing that keeps us in a reasonable standard of living. Don’t ever forget that Roger. Muniba’s voice showed her contempt for his words. I doubt that she had much choice and if she enjoyed it, so much the better. Most women do. In any case I advise you not to take your bad feelings out on her; while she wears that badge of authority, she could demand the sergeant loan her a strap to put across your arse. Roger looked suitably shocked and I hadn’t realised I had so much power over him now. I didn’t intend using it that way, but the threat might come in useful.

“You didn’t say if you are free for any man now? Though I doubt this one will be wish to poke you through the bars anytime soon, will you Sumala?”

“Maybe later, he groaned. We could tell he was trying to put a brave face on his pain and I unwittingly contrasted his stoicism with Roger’s.

“Not for another couple of days. Major Entembe seems to want his sperm to inseminate me. He wants me to have his baby. Oh what will I do when I get back? How will I live it down? My voice broke and I lost the bravado I’d experienced with Tzarma. I sat on the bed and cried. To my surprise Roger sat close beside me and gave me a left-handed hug.

“If we write about it like we’re supposed to, then everyone will know and hopefully they’ll understand.”

A short while later, Zulam came by and thrust a local newspaper through the bars. The front page featured a large colour picture of me lying naked on the punishment bench, receiving a strapping. It was taken from an angle that showed my open cunt and by the looks of things, I had already had most of the stripes. I was mortified. The story went into great detail into the reasons for the punishment and also Roger’s reaction. The whole country will know about us now, Roger wailed when he read it. I knew he really meant the whole country would know about his cowardice although I began to see that this was really just part of his physical make up.

Zulam passed the paper to Sumala when I returned it but although he read it several times, he didn’t comment on it.

Later that night, when the lights dimmed and Sumala quietly snored from the effects of whatever the nurse had given him, Roger apologised. I’ve often fantasised that I would be the first one to make love to you; make love, not just fuck you like today and when I had to watch him do it, I felt so sick. So sick that I could have easily murdered him if I’d had half a chance. Then when I saw you actually enjoying it all, I flipped even more. I’m no he-man, I know that, I’m not like most of the men here, brave and courageous but ever since we met, I’ve wanted you as my girlfriend He broke into a little sob. I couldn’t see how I could possible love such a weak man but I didn’t wish to destroy his self esteem any more so I just cuddled him and felt his mouth nibble my breast.

For a long while I lay awake, rehearsing a speech that I hoped would convince the judges to be lenient with us but with no prior knowledge of what might evoke their sympathy, I just had to try and overcome my residual reticence and live up to my bluestone status.

Neither of us wished to eat the unsavoury looking breakfast; both of us worried about how we would fare at court and what sentence they would impose. We agreed to do as the Major suggested and plead ignorance of their laws and beg for forgiveness but neither of believed that we would get away scot-free. That didn’t fit the game plan. Fortunately, we had an early appearance so we had less time to fret and worry. It was a strange courtroom, not much more than a room really. Three men sat at a table and we were led in handcuffed to a guard on each side who also had to support us. Tearfully I looked around but in this courtroom there was no jury, no witnesses, no council; just the guards, the judges and us.

The charges were read out by the judge in the centre chair who went on, I understand that you are pleading guilty to these charges and that you Miss Eves are pleading on behalf of both of you.”

“Yes Sir, I answered, my voice already wavering and I hardly made it through my prepared speech before I could no longer control my emotions and wept bitterly. It must have had some effect on Roger because he was crying too but the judges, the men that mattered, seemed unperturbed and curtly told me to stop babbling and sit down while they considered their verdict.

After only a few minutes whispered conversation, the head judge stood up and bade us stand again. I knew then that my pleading and tears had counted for nothing. It had all been cut and dried before we even entered the courtroom. Elaine Eves and Roger Hart you have both confessed to importing items and substances that are illegal in this country. Miss Eves, you made a very impassioned plea for clemency and to try and minimise your guilt but I’m afraid, that does not alter the fact that you knowingly tried to bring these items into the country and you failed to heed our laws concerning your dress even after being requested to do so by the stewardess on the plane. Mr. Hart you were then the dominant male and should have been in full charge of your woman, yet you did not take any steps to prevent her bringing in these items and indeed you brought in items of your own and therefore, despite your being recently downgraded in status, you must be considered equally guilty and punished with equal severity. It is our opinion that to allow your pleas would or could lead to others trying to flout our laws in a similar way. The normal punishment that we would consider for these combined offences would be twenty or more lashes with the whip. My mind reeled at the thought and the pull on my left arm indicated that Roger had fainted. The guard on his side pulled him to his feet and my guard had to hold me steady. It was only when he whispered, Calm yourself, he isn’t finished yet, that I regained some semblance of control over my body.

The judge started to speak again, Twenty lashes with the whip is the punishment you deserve and is what we would have awarded had not we received a communication from Major Entembe himself. He pointed out that the pair of you are required to work in the government offices with immediate effect and in fact were recruited by Colonel Nubaro to do the work. He respectfully suggests that any punishment we award be of a nature that does not require a lengthy period of rehabilitation. The government would like you both to be able to take up your posts and start work in the next day or two at the latest but he hastens to add that any such leniency is entirely at our discretion. We have carefully considered this and have decided that we would not wish to unduly delay whatever plans government office has for you but both culprits must pay the price of their misdeeds, misdeeds that so many witnessed. He paused and looked straight at us. I had no idea what he intended. How could they have carefully considered this when they’d only had a short whispered conversation? It was all pre-arranged. First it looked as if we were going to suffer a flogging that would maim us for life, then we might almost be let off but now a severe punishment was on the cards again.

The wait seemed to go on forever and once again I felt myself shaking and being supported by the guard. Without looking I knew Roger was only on his feet because his guard was holding him up. Elaine Eves and Roger Hart we sentence you to ten strokes of the leather strap followed by ten with the rattan cane. All to be delivered at the whipping post in the Market Square in one hour’s time

“No! That will kill us, I shrieked before I slid to the floor.

“Further, the judge went on when we’d regained our feet, You will detained in Tumali until General Cumu exercises his discretion and grants you a pardon to allow you to leave.”