Roger strolled into breakfast with a huge smile on his face but when I asked how he got on, he grinned broadly and said, You’ll find out when you read my report and see the pictures. I suppose as a bluestone and in command of him, I could have demanded an answer but I didn’t want to spoil his good mood.

“I expect you two screwed like rabbits with me out of the way, he jibed when we were in the bedroom, undressing ready for the nurse.

“Of course, I tried to sound nonchalant, But it was at a price. I turned and showed him my back. I suppose you lost your virginity?”

“Of course, but I’m sure I won’t be as sore as you for the next few days. It made a change for him not to whinge about his stripes.

Muniba berated us soundly when she came in, particularly turning her wrath on Sumala but I tried to take my share of the blame too. Roger stood and smirked and I felt like drawing my fingernails all the way down his back. Actually the damage wasn’t all that severe but she threatened to ban Sumala from my bed if he did it that way again for a few more days. We’d fucked from the rear later that night and again in the morning and while it was good, there wasn’t the wild ecstasy of that first time.

We weren’t permitted to miss our midday walk either but at least she gave us the name of a cream I could use on my bare skin to alleviate the effects of the sunburn. Sumala knew where to get it. It’s a local product the girls use for skin care. It’s supposed to keep their skin soft but I’ve never used it, he commented.

“You’d need a bucketful! I joked and we both laughed. Roger gave me a sour look but I turned away and ignored it.

All morning we worked at our computers and I was glad of the break when lunchtime came. Roger wanted to carry on and finish his report but I insisted that he take a break too.

Sumala took us through a series of side streets that he said was a short cut and another way to the market square and indeed we did pass the square on the return journey. The chemist’s shop reminded me of an old illustration of an apothecary’s abode I’d once seen. No gaudy plastic containers but there were pots filled with various coloured creams and liquids, large jars containing raw ingredients and herbs hanging from the ceiling. A heady, spicy smell pervaded the shop. When I asked for the cream he knew exactly what it was that I wanted and produced a jam-jar size pot of it and gave it to Sumala and suggested that he apply if before the sun did any more harm to my white skin. It’ll soothe her welts too, he added, confirming what I suspected; the whole country knew about my whipping. He couldn’t have seen my welts at that time.

Kimana, the apothecary, talked while Sumala put the cream (which Kimana called a balm) on my face and neck and then, proceeding to fully expose my breasts, massaged it openly into them. All the while we talked about what the apothecary did and, with Sumala’s help, gained a considerable amount of information, far more than I would have on my own. I asked if he would mind if we interviewed him properly later and he agreed. I made a mental note to take Sumala with me on all such excursions. He was far better than me at getting people to talk. Roger insisted on having the balm put on his exposed flesh and I did it for him, mainly to stop him whining all the way back, but I knew his skin burned as easily as mine even if he did exaggerate the effects.

We all knew that we were walking better by the time we returned. Roger continued with his report and I checked and corrected the next episode of our life here. It ended at the point where the sentence was announced by the court. Suddenly I burst into tears and started crying wretchedly. The others thought that it was because I was going to write about the whipping but all at once homesickness overcame me. I longed to be back in my safe little world. Without really knowing the cause of my problem, Sumala lifted me on to his lap, put his arms around me and held me to his chest. What will become of us? What will happen to my things at home? Who will pay the rent on my flat? Will my friends accept me when I have a black baby? So I babbled on, wetting Sumala’s shirt with my tears. Roger looked at me in a helpless way several times but I found comfort in the arms of my Tumalian friend who probably didn’t understand half of what I was saying. One of the office girls gave him a paper towel to dry my eyes, which he did very gently, but it was perhaps a quarter of an hour before I shook the depression off and could once again concentrate on what was happening around me. Thank you Suma, I finally stuttered. Thank you.”

“That’s okay Ellie. Cry as much as you want and get it out of your system. It must seem so very strange to you but look on the bright side, two more days and it’s a festival holiday. A special no work day and a day to get over it. I tried to find out what was special about this festival but for some reason everyone just smiled and told me I would find out on the day. In Tumali they have a most unusual system of work periods and holidays. There is no seven-day working week, but work periods of six to twelve days followed by one or more days holiday. They still named the days the same as us but the weekend could be on any day. Had not my laptop had the date and day on the screen, I would not have known which day of the week it was in England.

Eventually Roger finished his report and fed it into my laptop so that I could read it without looking over his shoulder. Sumala pulled his chair close to mine and once more put his arm around me. We both started to read.

Report to Bluestone Mistress Elaine

“Your pushing your luck Roger, maybe I ought to put you over my knee for a spanking, I told him when I read the title but he knew I didn’t mean it.

‘When Ellie offered me to Riku I was pretty scared but at the same time I was pleased. Ever since the day we met in the cafeteria, I’ve felt an affinity to her, perhaps because she has a similar personality to my mother. Not in looks of course. Mother is short and slim whereas Riku is a large woman in all respects but both have a genuine smile on their faces when I go to them. Riku’s well developed breasts with their dark areola and prominent nipples, have always stimulated my attention and I’d often wanted to feel and suckle them. Knowing what I did already about Tumalian women, I guessed that I might get my wish. I was scared too, because I knew I would be taken to an unknown place, to meet people I did not know and do things that I had only fantasised about. Here, although I resent having Ellie as a boss and being chained to her, she does provide an anchor point in my life. Severing the invisible chain would leave me vulnerable and would force me to use my own resources. The reassurance came back when Ellie physically linked me to Riku and she took my hand and led me out of the building.

We headed towards the market square but long before we got there, we turned left and followed a narrow road to a butcher’s shop where she bought a large bag of meat pieces. I’ve no idea what sort or meat it was but later I found that it tasted very good. The woman behind the counter chatted with Riku and then asked if I would be man enough for her. It was an obvious reference to my poor showing at the whipping post and from the way she looked directly at my shorts, I wondered if she’d been there and seen that I wasn’t as well equipped as Tumali men. Size isn’t everything, Riku responded, I’m sure he’ll be more than adequate and I’ll be the first Tumali woman to sample a white prick in the whole of our community. She gave me a hug that almost made me wince. We continued across town for over a mile until we came to a clearing with a group of large, wooden houses. This is the community house that I live in, Riku said as we entered. It shattered all the concepts I had of going to a detached brick house to meet her family.

Inside, the room was larger than our village hall but in many ways it was similar. We entered into a cloakroom area where there was a selection of coats and muddy boots on one side and a toilet area on the other. I needed to go but decided not to ask at that time. Riku held my hand and almost dragged me right through the main room to the far end where there was an open kitchen area with a large stove like I’d seen in some restaurants, but this one was wood fired and gave out a great deal of heat. Even with the doors open at each side of the hall and ceiling fans running it was very hot. Two women stood at the stove cooking and Riku handed them the meat. Unlike other women, they didn’t wear an open topped blouse and instead covered their breasts and front with a large apron to protect their bodies from splashes. I was introduced but they all knew of me and readily teased Riku. What you so old you have to chain a man to keep him now? What, the government give you a toy boy to play with? Did you snatch him from that white girl? Does she know you’ve kidnapped him? Riku laughed and parried all their remarks. For a while we were the centre of attention and I wanted nothing more to do than take Riku to a dark, out of the way, corner.

Of course when we turned round, everyone else was staring at us too and I started to blush with embarrassment when I felt my prick start to rise. All talking had ceased when we came in and Riku held up my chained arm and said, As I’m sure you’ve guessed this is Roger the Englishman who is working in my department at the moment and I’ve got him on loan for the night to teach him some of our ways and for me to find out if a white prick is any different to those of our men folk. The Major has decreed that I can only borrow him if I ensure that he doesn’t run away and that is the reason for the chain. I can only unlink us to remove our shirts and I am going to do that now in front of you all so you can confirm I have done it properly. Before work in the morning, and I will have to leave before breakfast time because he has to be back in Government House by then, I will have to reverse the process before leaving. At all other times the chain has to stay in place.”

“Even when you shit? called out one woman. Riku just nodded.

While my shirt was being taken off I had a little chance to look round. An assortment of tables and chairs were scattered around the area near the stove and further towards the entrance were a number of easy chairs, settees and office type chairs that had seen better days but were being used by women and couples. A number of the men and girls were completely naked but most had a covering on their lower bodies. Some of the girls were breast feeding babies and as I looked closer, there were always two babies? Surely they can’t all have had twins? No one seemed to mind me taking pictures of them although Riku’s hand was steadier and she took most of them.

Riku led me to one girl and on the way I tried to ignore a well pregnant woman being fucked while bent over the back of a settee. The girl seemed quite young but I can’t really guess the ages of Tumalian women yet. This is Rikub, she’s my fifth daughter and the baby sucking her right tit is her first born, a boy, Riku introduced me. I don’t know if you’ve found out yet, but we are allowed to keep our firstborn and every fourth baby after that. I only had seven children before they had to remove my ovaries. I had a boy first too and he is now living in another community house. The other baby belongs to another woman but we don’t know which one. It is a baby that will be sold for adoption and each day Rikub will get a different second baby to feed so that she doesn’t bond with any of them. They’ll be offered for sale when they are a few weeks old and photos have been put on the web. You’ve seen that being done in the office.”

As you might expect, I was pretty shocked at that although I knew about it from the information we’d found before we left and what I’d learned since. I remarked on how unfair it seemed but Rikub answered, All the girls and women know what has to happen and only show their love to the ones they keep. Tumali would soon be over populated if all the babies we make stayed in the country.”

I still couldn’t comprehend the philosophy but my need to pee had become urgent and I was forced to tell Riku. I’m getting desperate too, she whispered back, And it is going to be a first time for me to do it with a man since I was a child.”

The toilets were all cubicles, no urinals for men and were probably fine in size for one person but were a little cramped for two. Guests first, she said. I thought that it would be better if I sat down but even then I had some difficulty in starting mainly because after having Riku’s tits in my face since we removed our shirts, I’d started to get an erection and had to force it down into the pan. She too seemed to find it difficult to start but I think for her it was more embarrassment, which seemed a little strange.

My erection returned while she was sitting and I stood with my loins close to her face. We’d better go upstairs, she said quietly.

Perversely my prick started to wilt at the thought that I would have to fuck her. Would I be able to perform? Would it shrivel up again? Would I really be man enough for her? Did she believe that size didn’t matter or did she just say that to placate me? Such were my thoughts as she led me up the stairs to the dormitory above the hall.

It reminded me of pictures that I’ve seen of army barracks. It was all open plan with a row of double beds along each wall, seven on each side. On one side of each bed was a large wardrobe and on the other, a chest of drawers. It seemed that was to hold all the possessions a couple should need. At the foot of some beds was a child’s cot so I guessed we’d have to put up with babies crying in the night but in fact it was surprisingly peaceful. The beds actually belong’, if that is the right word for something provided by the community, to the women, Riku explained, Some men form long term attachments to a woman but even then they are not averse to moving around. The carved wooden mandala you see hanging on the chest of drawers was made by a man to show he is attached to the woman whose bed it is. The younger ones tend to try a different bed each night and not infrequently visit several beds each night before the curfew.”

I asked, Does everyone live in a community house like this?”

“No. Some do live in their own houses but it is cheaper to live within a community and I like the company.”

Several beds were already occupied with couples and in one case two young lads and a girl, fucking or having other forms of sex. I knew of course, that after a girl was known to be pregnant intercourse wasn’t limited to vaginal. This is my bed, Riku took me to one about three quarters of the way along the floor. You can put your shorts and shirt in the top drawer. That’s the traditional drawer for men and those of us without a long-term partner, keep it empty. The men have to find a woman that will accept them into their bed at night but of course, if she doesn’t already have a mate, in a community house, any man can demand a woman take him in.”

“You don’t have a man wanting you all the time? I was genuinely surprised.

“No, but I do get my fair share of pricks, from old men to youngsters and now I have a white virgin! she grinned and hugged me. We shed our clothes and I could feel he eyes of others on me. Some were looking at the welts on my back but I think most were checking to see how a white prick differed from a black one. Knowing what the pricks of the Tumali men were like, I immediately felt inferior and mine didn’t rise to the occasion but Riku seemed to understand and pulled me down on the bed and let me suckle her tits while she gently rubbed her mound against my prick. It had the desired effect and before I really noticed what was happening, she’s slipped it inside her cunt and rolled me on top of her. By then I was aroused enough to know what to do and enjoyed my first fuck. It was pretty warm under the roof so we both sweated profusely but we just lay there until my prick softened and it slipped out of her. Imagine my chagrin when I opened my eyes and looked around and saw two couples sitting on the next bed watching my performance. One had my camera and was showing the screen to the others.

“Wow! That was a strange sight! Like a pair of white moons bobbing up and down! a girl commented and burst into a fit of giggles. I guess it wasn’t all that white though because some colour still remains from the strappings we had. (I was tempted to delete the picture but thought you might need evidence that I’d lost my virginity Ellie).

Riku kissed me and then unconcernedly bent down and sucked my soft prick. We’d better have a cold shower, she suggested.

The meal was semi-cafeteria style. No choice of menu but the ladies had to collect the food from the kitchen area while the men sat at the tables. A number of children came in and sat at the tables with their mothers. I had to go with Riku and my standing in line caused a bit of merriment with the girls waiting and several of them surreptitiously felt my prick and made it rise again. They weren’t supposed to do that in the food area and Riku reprimanded one when she saw it but that only caused more giggles. Further laughter and good-humoured banter came when Riku was part of the washing-up team and I had to try and keep my end of the chain out of the way.

Even above the noise and banter, I heard a little altercation going on in the room behind me but it wasn’t until we all sat down on the couches that I noticed one of the girls standing beside a man sitting in an armless office chair. All the children had gone and when I remarked on it, Riku told me that they had their own huts to sleep in, one for the girls and another for the boys. Two elders in each hut looked after them. Only when they came of age which had more to do with sexual maturity than physical years, were the girls given a bed in a community house and the boys had to find a partner to sleep with. My attention returned to the girl who now looked downcast and Riku whispered, Zebu is getting a spanking tonight. She’s been pushing her luck with Manwe for the last few days so I expect her arse will smart in a bit. He’ll wait so we can all witness it.”

For five or ten minutes we all watched as Zebu stood and became increasingly nervous until finally everyone was settled and she was ordered to strip off. My uneducated guess said she was several months pregnant because her belly was beginning to bulge. I noticed a few tears on her cheeks as she laid herself across Manwe’s lap. Won’t spanking her harm her baby? I asked but Riku assured me that it wouldn’t. And if she doesn’t take it properly over his lap she could get worse if they bring the punishment bench out and use the strap. All the houses have one like you became acquainted with at the airport, she added and grinned and me. I grimaced at the remembrance.

Manwe didn’t spare her either. He hit hard and it went on for a long while until I could see her arse was completely a deep red colour over her chocolate skin and her yells had become deep sobs. No one intervened to stop it and looking round I could see than a number of the onlookers were sexually excited at the spectacle and were fondling their partners. To my surprise, Riku put her hand inside my shorts and very gently, squeezed my prick until it was hard. There was just enough slack in the chain for me to massage her mound.

Obviously Zebu’s squirming had made Manwe erect and he ordered her to bend over the back of the chair. In front of us all he dropped his shorts and forced his prick into the poor girl’s arsehole. That’s what the spanking was for, Riku informed me, She’s refused him several times but now she knows that she has to do it or she has a session on the punishment bench first. She yelled and cried out at every thrust but it wasn’t long before Manwe shed his load and made the girl kneel between his legs to clean him. The very thought of that disgusted me but every one else in the room seem to think nothing was out of the ordinary. Riku told me afterwards that it wasn’t compulsory for a girl to suck a prick after it had been in her arse but she guessed Zebu didn’t want to further anger Manwe by refusing.

Riku and I joined the general exodus from the room and I fucked her for the second time on her bed. It took me much longer than the first time and I wasn’t so nervous so could enjoy it more. All around me I could hear the noises of other couples fucking and no one was paying much attention to my two white moons. After that I just lay with my head against her tits and nibbled at her nipples for long while.

Later, we sat downstairs and talked, mainly about my life in England but I learned something about their ways too. Before long we were surrounded by a group of youngsters, all eager to learn about life outside their own country. About 10:30 we went to bed again and I did notice that it was quite often the girls who decided who was to be their bed partner for the night. Zebu was a bit cunning. When Manwe was using the toilet, she grabbed a younger lad and pulled him up the stairs. Manwe’ll be a bit upset but he’ll find another woman, probably one of the older ones to sleep with tonight, Riku told me, At least they can’t separate us, she added giving our chain a pull. There’s a curfew from midnight to six in the morning. We’re allowed to fuck during that time but we must be absolutely quiet so that we do not disturb anyone.”

Rikub and a somewhat older man came up with us. She placed the two babies closely side by side in the cot and the four of us watched over them until they settled down. By the way they clung to each other, they could almost have been twins.

Nobody bothered to wear any clothing at all when they went to the washroom and toilet before settling down for the night. Riku had to suffer more comments when we used the toilet together but it was all good-natured and accompanied by much laughter. Our washing caused more amusement especially when the chain snagged on a tap and again in the melee around the washbasins when a woman tried to get between us.

“Can I have him before you go to work Riku please? A girl probably in her early twenties came to us as we walked back to our bed. She was one of two women that wore knickers, which seemed odd until I found out that she’d given birth a few weeks ago and her baby had already been sold. For a while she was off limits to vaginal sex and could wear knickers until a week after her next period if she wished but could voluntarily remove them before then if she felt that she had healed enough.

“As long as you come as soon as the curfew is over. I have to get to work early in the morning. You hoping to have a white baby Sanle?”

“Well it is just possible, I’m due to give up my knickers shortly. The pair went on to discus the possibility that I might impregnate her without ever consulting me. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be a father and then have my child sold. I expressed my reservations to Riku.

“You won’t know if you are the father Roger. I’ve no doubt that you’ll be back home before then and it could make a difference to the money that she gets. Rikub gets money for her baby but that is only about half what she will get when a baby of hers is sold. A light skinned baby should fetch a premium so Sanle will get more if she has a white one. I was becoming bewildered by the strange customs and regulations or perhaps in our terms, codes of practice’, that kept the community running.

Riku’s comment that I would be home before the baby was born, made me wonder if she knew more about our stay here but wasn’t letting on. Most likely it was speculation on her part.

Sanle crawled naked into our bed as soon as the curfew light went up. I was hardly awake but she very quickly had me fully hard and, although she was still not as tight as Riku, I soon sent my seed into her and wondered if I had indeed made a baby. A baby I doubted if I would ever see. Soon after we had to get up and come back to Government House.’

“Well you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself, I commented when I’d finished reading it. I guess there won’t be a problem with you going again baby-maker!”