I woke early but I knew breakfast would be late. Needing to pee, I hobbled painfully to the toilet and wondered if I would ever be free of pain again. There hadn’t been one day since I landed when I could more freely and could run or jump without many of my muscles protesting. My arse hurt but it was nothing like as painful as after the strap and the cane so I suppose that was something to be grateful for. On the way back I met Sanle dragging Roger along. She giggled when she saw me. You can pass him back to Riku or give him to another girl, I said to her.

“No way. I’m keeping him until you have to take him back! Even if I have to poop alongside him! She smiled broadly and Roger didn’t seem too displeased.

Maevu was awake when I returned to bed. Tentatively I tried lying on my back and found I could do so without too much pain. My arse was definitely very tender but it wasn’t unbearable and perhaps one of the good things about my stay was that my sexuality had come out. Play with me and then fuck me Maevu, but be gentle please, I whispered. He did and was very careful until I became fully aroused and told him to do it properly. Shortly afterwards I almost regretted telling him that as his thrusts rekindled the pain in my bottom but I knew I’d withstood a lot more pain and I was only giving Maevu what he deserved.

We showered and when I returned to the bedroom, I was most surprised to find Nurse Muniba standing there. So you’ve got yourself into more trouble and I have to come all this way on a festival day to sort you out! She tried to make her voice sound severe but it didn’t quite work and she’d hardly finished the sentence before she broke out into a smile. Not too much extra damage, she announced when she’d examined me. Just don’t get yourself into any more trouble at the festival. I thought that Sumala was supposed to be looking after you?”

“He is when he’s not chasing other women, I teased knowing that he was awake and listening, But how did you find out?”

“They brought the four men into the prison and charged them with having consumed alcohol, which is an illegal substance. I guess they’ll have a turn at the whipping post when the court convenes tomorrow. They didn’t actually do anything else that was illegal. Fucking a woman and spanking her for resisting is not a crime but as you are sort of under the Major’s protection, I wouldn’t mind betting the court will be pretty severe with them. Turning to Sumala she went on, You’d better tread carefully with the Major too when you get back. He wasn’t too pleased with what happened.”

It was painful to walk down the stairs to breakfast and sitting on a hard chair caused more discomfort. I think I’ll give the festival a miss, I announced to the others but they would not hear of it and insisted that I go with them.

Sumala was particularly insistent. I’m not staying behind to baby-sit you just because you’ve a bit of a sore arse. Today is a proper festival day, not just a day off work type day and there’ll be lots going on and things for you to see and do. You’re coming whether you want to or not!”

“What’s so special about this festival then? I asked for the umpteenth time.

“You’ll find out later. Sanle had told Roger but no one would tell me. With everyone ganging up on me, I had little choice and in the end I was glad I went although I came back very sore yet again.

About a dozen of us, mainly younger age group people, walked slowly to Chapoti market square. At first I complained about the pain in my arse but the others only laughed and I realised that I was doing a Roger and stopped my whining. As usual, after moving for a short while, the pain eased and as we became part of an increasing crowd, so I more or less forgot about it.

To my surprise and delight the whipping post, had been removed and in its place an animal, I guessed to be a wild boar, was being roasted over an open fire. All around people were dancing, many of them in colourful tribal costumes, to the heady rhythmic beat of drums and a strange stringed instrument about the size of a base guitar but which was only a box with a pole and a string. Despite the apparent crudity, it made a deep, resonant sound. The women wore brightly decorated headwear and skirts and danced bare breasted; the older, less firm ones flopped in all directions and combined with the erotic movements, I rightly deduced that this was some sort of sex festival. It is to celebrate fertility rites and a lot of mating will be done today so be prepared, Sumala finally informed me.

All our feet began stamping in time with the drums and before long we’d linked arms and were dancing and laughing, my sore arse forgotten until I collapsed and sat down hard on the ground. I was extremely thirsty and dying for a drink by that time but so it seems were most of the crowd and the stall selling flavoured water was surrounded and unable to cope with the demand. We joined those struggling for a position where we could catch the attention of the servers but it looked a hopeless task.

“Would you like to come to my home and have a drink with me? I turned and came face to face with Wyche. I gave her a hug and gratefully accepted her offer but pointed out that there were now six of us in a little group. Besides Roger and I and our partners, Maevu had tagged along with a slightly younger girl, N’Boro.

“That’s no problem, Ellie, I’ve my assistant with me too. I don’t think you’ve met Veo. She introduced us to an attractive girl perhaps a few years older than me.

“Hello Ellie, she smiled hugely and gave me a hug and did the same to Roger. I expect she knew the others because she just nodded a greeting.

We followed her to a fair sized wooden building to the east of the town but only about half a mile from the market square. Inside it was cool and I was glad of the respite from the heat and once my eyes had become accustomed to the lower light level, I saw the whole of the ground floor was one large room. Plants hung from every conceivable space; from the ceiling joists, from the wall studding and from frames erected across one end of the room. The indefinable mix of smells was like a very overpowering potpourri that pervaded the place and seemed to even enter our heads. I took a number of photos and I noticed Roger using his camera too. Wyche gave us a quick tour. We saw the various mortars and pestles she used to grind the dried herbs, the little furnace for melting and breaking down minerals, the decorative clay bowls used for mixing the ingredients and the little round wooden boxes used when she sold balms and salves.

“I’m sorry, she apologised, You came for a drink and not to learn my business. Suma and Maevu, would you mind bringing those pitchers upstairs, and then we can drink and talk in more comfort.”

Upstairs I found a similar miss-match of chairs and couches to those in the community home and to everyone’s amusement, I managed to choose a hard spot on an apparently soft seat. My little yelp caused everyone to laugh and I had to retell the story of my rape and spanking, although none of them considered it rape. Wyche looked thoughtful at the end but at the time didn’t comment. I asked about Veo.

“Veo, like me, is a childless woman, Wyche explained, Maybe in the past somewhere we have the same ancestor but who can tell? Maybe if we had one of the modern DNA tests that would reveal it, but we have the same physical defect, neither of us has ever had a menstrual period. It seems we were born without ovaries and the ability to produce eggs or at least our ovaries didn’t develop at puberty. My predecessor was the same and I learned the art of making healing potions from her and now I’m training Veo. That way we can be useful members of the community. Oh, we’ve both been fucked often enough but without any eggs inside us, there was never any hope of pregnancy and men only now fuck us for pleasure. Many steer clear of us believing we are witches or have some magic but they come quickly enough when illness takes them. Are you pregnant yet?”

“Probably. I’m several days late with my period.”

Wyche paused and again looked thoughtfully at me. Will you be going into the park later? she asked.

“Yes, Sumala answered for me.

I don’t know. What happens in the park? I caught the smiles that spread across the faces of the natives when I gave my reply.

I have already told you this is a fertility festival Ellie, Sumala could hardly suppress his laughter, What we didn’t tell you was there is a sort of orgy in the park later on. We weren’t going to tell you until we were in the park and you couldn’t chicken out. The others thought it a huge joke but I wasn’t too pleased.

Sanle shared my concern but for a different reason. Roger and I are not going, she stated, I’m not having him waste his sperm on any girl that thrusts her cunt in his face. He’s mine and mine alone until he has to go to work the day after tomorrow.”

Sumala put his hand on my shoulder, I’m here to look after you Ellie and to see you experience all aspects of our culture and I will be taking you in the park even if I have to carry you there.”

“And we’ll help you Suma, Maevu averred. All the younger ones thought this a source of some merriment but Wyche was more serious.

“Ellie, am I right in thinking that you are already rather tender internally after your experience last night?”

“Sore, is a better word.”

“Well I can give you a lotion that will help and maybe She stopped in mid sentence as though debating whether or not to offer something else. Finally she came to a decision. I will give you a cream that will stimulate your clitoris. You only need the smallest amount and it will stand out hard and make you so very aroused that you will enjoy the fucking and not want it to stop. It should last for about four hours. It won’t kill the pain, but it will increase your enjoyment tenfold. The downside is that when the effect wears off you will be left with more soreness than you have now. She went downstairs and came back with a tiny wooden box containing a pink cream. Only put on a smear from your little finger and put it on shortly before or soon after entering the park. It only takes a few minutes to act and then you’ll feel randy enough to take on the whole town. Of course it’s up to you whether you use it or not. Don’t let the men put it on you; they’re much too heavy handed. I took the tiny box and a bottle of lotion and thanked her.

“Is there something for men that does the same thing? Sanle grinned.

“Yes, but it works a little differently. Men can only produce so much sperm each day. How much depends on the man. The cream gets a man hard and keeps him that way, however, after shooting his seed for the first couple of times, there will be little living sperm left in his testicles although the seminal fluid will still shoot out. I can guess why you want it Sanle but do remember that after two or even only one fuck, you will have drained most of his live sperm from him for a day or two. The longer you leave it before you let him fuck you, the more sperm he will have in his reserves. I daresay you’ve already tried to drain him as much as you can. Wyche smiled and Sanle nodded.

“Will you let me have some Wyche please? I really would like a light baby like that French girl.”

“Yes, and you can pay me for it when you get the extra premium a light baby commands.”

It was the first I’d heard of a French girl. I thought I was the only white girl in Tumali?”

“Well you’re certainly the whitest as the Frenchie has been here several years and is well tanned. Her skin was more olive colour to start with and even if you get a tan, you’ll never be as dark as her. She lives with a local man in a small village right on the borders with Malawi. Maybe you should see if Suma will take you there and get her story. It’s an interesting tale.”

“I just go red and peel, like the tops of my tits are doing now. The skin cream I bought has only limited effect. Everyone stared at my tits.

“Wear a wide brimmed hat and ask Riku if you can have some high factor sunblock sent from England. You won’t find it in Tumali as we have no need of it. Muniba might be able to use her influence if the Major proves an obstacle.”

We sat and chatted for a while longer and then returned to the market square. They were starting to carve the roasted boar but with the crowds around we decided to wait awhile before struggling to get our piece. N’Boro, who hadn’t spoken a great deal but who laughed a lot, took my hand and led me to a side stall with a huge selection of hats in garish colours. Much to the dismay of the men, it took us nearly half an hour to decide on a suitable one, one that had a very wide brim and outlandish colours. For a while I posed for erotic photos, some with me on my own and others with various members of the group. Afterwards it was back to the festivities.

The dancing continued for much of the afternoon and then towards evening, most of the younger age group and some of the older ones too, made their way to the park. The park was laid out when the British ruled here, Sumala informed me, Supposed to be like parks in England but they had to use different trees. Indeed it was not unlike our parks even to the extent of having stone pillars topped with heraldic lions on either side of the ornate wrought iron gates. Today there were men manning the gateway to prevent any young children entering.

Sanle and Roger returned to the square but Sumala held my hand and almost dragged me inside, much to the amusement of Maevu and N’Boro. Perhaps the nearest I can describe the scene is to liken it to Brighton beach on a sunny August bank holiday, the main difference being that the couples were actively copulating. Much of the grass area was already taken but Sumala found us a shady spot although the size we had to ourselves was little greater than a couple of double beds. For a few moments I sat and reflected on the amazing changes that had occurred in me during the short time since leaving England. A few weeks ago I would have been horrified at the sights around me, now I willingly prepared to take part in an orgy.

“Do you want to use Wyche’s stuff Ellie?”

“Yes, but I’m not letting you put it on Suma!”

“I can put the lotion on though! Sumala grabbed the bottle and poured a little into his hand and used a finger to work it inside my vagina. Meanwhile I massaged a small amount of the ointment around my clit. It felt warm on the skin and soon my clit hardened and began to itch slightly making me want to rub and finger it.

“Is it working? N’Boro asked. Maevu had already his prick inside her and was thrusting hard and fast. Sumala turned me and opened my legs so she could see. Wow! Just look at the way that sticks out. Will you let me try some when Maevu’s done? I want to be nice and ready for when the marauders come.”

I too could see how hard and red the little nub was, not only that, I could feel the fire within it building up my arousal until I could bear it no longer and yelled like some wanton slut, Fuck me Suma, fuck me! I didn’t care that my vagina was still rather sore, I didn’t care that my spanked arse was on hard ground, I didn’t care that Sumala’s thrusts would aggravate the pain further, I just wanted, no needed, to be fucked. He did so without the niceties of the nights we spent in Government House. His thrusts were hard and deep and I forced my loins to meet his with animal ferocity. I climaxed and climaxed again. Whatever was in the ointment, it sure turned me on. I became an insatiable and shameless woman.

All too soon Sumala finished and rolled to one side. Maevu had finished too and N’Boro was sucking him. I did the same for Sumala but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted another prick or two or three. The others could see my agitation and Maevu fingered me while N’Boro put a little of the stuff on her clit. Don’t worry Ellie, she said, The marauders will be around soon. It was the second time she’d used the term.

“The marauders, Sumala explained, Are mainly young men who come into the park soon after the men with partners have finished their first fuck. Any woman, who doesn’t have a prick inside her, is summarily fucked by whoever finds her. Usually a little after then, people like me who have recovered from their first fuck, look around for another woman to put their prick in. As you said earlier, it is an orgy. Anyone who is fertile should get pregnant tonight.”

A loud whooping announced the arrival of the marauders. The men, lads really, seemed young although with their painted faces and bodies it was difficult to tell. I noticed N’Boro grabbed Sumala and dragged him over her and managed to get him hard enough to go inside. A young naked lad spotted me and with more whooping leapt between my open legs and without any notice or warning began fucking me fast and furiously. Unfortunately he didn’t last very long but Maevu was hard again and he took over and with him I again orgasmed several times.

I blamed the ointment but for a long while after, I wondered if I really was a whore at heart because I openly offered myself to any man that passed by with even half an erection. I lost count how many times I was fucked, I lost count of the number of orgasms I had, before the crowds began to thin and the effects of the clit stimulant began to wear off.

Sumala came to me and gently pulled me to my feet. It’s time we went back Ellie. I found my hat, purse and camera, put my arm around his waist and wearily walked back to the community house.