Our bed in Government House was much softer than the one in which I’d spent the previous two nights and yet I couldn’t sleep. Roger lay alongside me and even though he faced away from me, I knew that he too was awake. He’d been quiet all day and had said almost nothing about what happened between him and Sanle after we’d left them. Sumala was in his own room, or at least I supposed that he was. Even after a day of rest my cunt was far too sore to think about having him fuck me that night. I hardly dared to wipe myself let alone take his prick inside me. I think he understood and just lay with me in my bed the last night at the community house. I wondered if N’Boro was in a similar state or whether she was more used to being gang-banged. Yes, that was the right term for it. One fuck after another with little time to recover between them. Wyche’s ointment certainly worked and I’d had more orgasms in one evening than I had ever thought possible but now I was paying the price. Oh God, was my cunt sore. I wanted to rub it but it was too tender even for that even with the copious amounts of cream I’d applied. Roger looked really disgusted with me when he watched and almost smirked when I winced each time I touched my clit. Even after losing his virginity, he still had a holier than thou attitude towards me. Will he ever lose his inhibitions? I wondered. Perhaps it was just a man thing whereby he could fuck any girl he wanted, but girls had to remain chaste.

My thoughts were disturbed when I heard him give a little sob and I guessed his mind was reliving the events of the other day. What happened to make him so sad? I thought he enjoyed being with Sanle. More sobs. I went into mother mode and turned him to face me. Didn’t you want to leave Sanle and come back here? I asked quietly. No answer. Did she overdo it? I’d seen his prick and noticed it was rather red but not as raw as it had been yesterday. No answer. Putting my arms around him and pulling him close to my breasts, I let him cry on my shoulder until I felt his tears trickling down my neck. Gently I pushed him away and kissed his forehead. Roger, I tried to sound stern. Tell me what happened yesterday. You’ve been told what happened to me and although you think I’m a slut, you know what I did and although I’m very sore, I don’t regret it. You’ve kept what happened to you bottled up inside yourself and it’s upsetting you. Whatever you did cannot be worse than what I did. Did Sanle offend you? Did she act like a slut too?”

I was about to give up on getting an answer when he lifted his head. No, it wasn’t Sanle. Yes, she did act sluttishly but I knew the reason why she was doing it and I enjoyed fucking her especially after she’d put that stuff on me. I almost couldn’t help myself and it seemed that my prick was controlling my mind. No it wasn’t that. There was a long pause before he continued. Ellie, I know my prick is small even compared with some white people but they needn’t have poked fun at me like that. Not in front of her.”

“Who Roger?”

“Those young fellows with painted bodies, the ones you called the marauders. Another long pause during which I wished I had the ability to read his mind. We stayed around the square a little while after you left and then started back. I knew Sanle really wanted another session with me but after what Wyche said, was trying to wait as long as she could. We’d hardly left the square when we came across a group of those youths getting ready to go into the park. What are you doing with that white wimp Sanle? You need a man with a proper prick. He’ll pass out halfway through a fuck. That tiny little grub won’t satisfy a woman like you. They taunted me and I cringed and almost hid behind Sanle. I felt like I was really a sissy, hiding behind a girl when I should have been standing in front of her and doing my best to offer protection but I couldn’t seem to help myself. It was she that protected me and laughed at them. I can have pricks like yours any time but this one can’t get away, she showed them the chain, And I’ve only got him for a short while so I’m going to make the most of him. You go into the park and have your fun with the others. You might even get to try out a white cunt. Ellie’s there. They continued to make disparaging remarks about me and boasted of what they would do to you and I suppose that upset me too. I didn’t like them talking about you like you were just a slut anyone could have at anytime. Sanle fielded their remarks with comments and jokes of her own and eventually we got passed them and back to the house.”

I didn’t have any knowledge of other white pricks so I had no idea if Roger’s was considered small at home. All the other pricks I’d seen were Tumalian and they were indeed larger but I thought that was just a racial thing. I’ll have to let him fuck me soon, I said to myself just to boost his ego a little, But not tonight. I’m too sore and his prick looks exhausted. Out loud I asked, You had a good time with Sanle when you got her to bed or she got you?”

“Yes, I suppose so. We did it for a long while and I came more than I’d ever done before and it remained hard for hours until it was almost too sore to use and I had to put some lotion stuff she had on it to soothe it a bit.”

“She didn’t complain it was too small?”

“No. She seemed to like it but I don’t know if it was just because I might give her a white baby.”

“Roger, I spoke very quietly, You know that I don’t have any experience with white men but one thing I have noticed since being here is that while the Tumalian pricks hang down and look very big, when they’re hard, they don’t get all that much bigger. You, on the other hand, grow considerably in length and girth. Even though the black pricks that I’ve experienced were larger when hard, they aren’t that much bigger than yours. Don’t put yourself down over its size. What I’d said was perhaps an exaggeration but I hoped it would quell some of his fears and doubts about his performance. Sanle had undoubtedly been enjoying herself when I’d seen him fucking her on the first evening and again last night when she tried to extract the last of his sperm before he had to come back. For a while I lay alongside him and cradled his head to my breasts.



Despite being extremely tired I couldn’t get to sleep. It had been a bad day. Everyone seemed worn out and just a bit edgy. I’d hardly entered the office when one of the lads came and said, You were really into it at the festival. I certainly enjoyed you. Maybe we can do it again after work? To my horror he was one of the marauders! I hadn’t recognised him with his body paint or perhaps, by the time it was his turn, I was past bothering with who was in me.

Riku emailed Ted our editor to ask him to send me a couple of tubes of sunblock. came the reply. That annoyed me as he’d already seen plenty of photos of me naked and being whipped and I was convinced that he was instrumental in my being there in the first place. Roger took a pic and enhanced it to show the redness and the peeling skin. Finally Ted agreed to send some.

I contacted Shelumba to see if the Major would allow us to visit the French girl. He’d taken the day off supposedly to visit one of the military outposts. For most of the day we rather lethargically worked on our diary/reports of the festival. Several times I had to return to the room to put more cream on my sore cunt. Roger of course had to be with me and he showed his distain for my suffering; his prick, while rather pink, was tender and sensitive rather than sore and it immediately became erect when I put a little cream on it. Now he was the one to start crying! Eventually I drifted off to sleep.

A week later the three of us were called into the Major’s office. We’d spent the time visiting a leather worker’s shop and a hydroplant, which were interesting but not so unusual. I did ask Roger to fuck me two nights later and then on the following nights, I had him before Sumala had his turn. By then I had almost forgotten about my request to visit Allaice, the French girl.

“Sit down please, the Major smiled as he indicated the seats in front of his desk but I had an uneasy feeling there was a smirk behind the smile. I wondered if there would be another ordeal to undergo. I have considered your request and am inclined to agree to it but with certain reservations and safeguards.”

“Here it comes, I thought and I wasn’t wrong.

“How long would it take you to get there Sumala? he asked.

“On my own and if I was fully fit, I would get there in a day easily. With these two, we would only make it in one day if we had transport to the Negretti Pass, quicker still if we get a lift on the transport road but that is a lengthy tortuous journey which goes the long way round.”

“So the three of you should make it there in two days, seeing there is no transport available. Sumala nodded. And on foot they should get a better idea of our countryside?”

“Yes Sir, that is true, Sumala added.

“How far will we have to walk? I enquired as it began to dawn on me that this would be no picnic.

Sumala answered, As a bird flies it is only about fifteen miles but the actual path is probably double that and it is not flat either and in places the track is difficult to follow. But you’re young and getting used to using your legs again he paused to give me a grin, So you should be able to do more than half the first day and complete the journey on the second. The last ten miles or so are the worst. The scenery is spectacular but the going is rough.”

“But of course, we cannot have them thinking it is an opportunity to make an escape attempt especially when they will be so near the border, the Major had that smirk again, They will have to be linked together at all times.”

“Sir, with all due respect, there are many places on the trail where it would be dangerous, even life threatening if they had to walk with their wrists linked. Sumala shook his head at the thought.

“I said they would have to be linked Sumala. Yes for much of the way they can be chained by the wrists but on narrow paths, link them by a rope or some such around their waists, like mountain climbers.”

Although I am a townie whilst at college I did go out a few times with a rambling group but I’d never done twenty miles in one day. Twelve was my limit and I’d blisters at the end of it. I asked if it was within the rules of his game to tie a queen to a pawn and then put my reservations to Major Entembe. Again that smile.

“The rules are changed to suit the circumstances Ellie and your position on the board. I guessed he made the rules up as he went along just to torment us. From what I’ve heard, you are getting to know our ways and the customs of Tumali women fairly well, No Tumalian woman would balk at travelling that short distance but it is up to you of course Miss Bluestone Elaine Eves. Do you wish to remain in the office or do you wish to see more of our country? It is your decision. Roger of course will have to abide by whatever you decide.”

During the whole interview, Roger had not spoken and the major had not addressed him directly. No wonder he felt downtrodden but I couldn’t alter that without lowering my leadership and I no longer wished to be led by dithering Roger. Could I answer without belittling my companion?

“Suma, you are going to be our guide and I gather you know the way and what the conditions will be like. Knowing what you do of our fitness and the fact that I, like you, frequently still feel the pain from the whippings we had and later events, do you think I would be able to make it without undue suffering? I guess we’ll also have to carry supplies on our backs which won’t help our welts.”

“Yes. There would no doubt be some muscle and foot soreness but nothing you couldn’t cope with and I’m sure you would find the journey worthwhile. We’ll take the minimum of stuff with us.”

“Would you say the same thing for Roger?”

Sumala thought about his answer for almost a minute. He should find the journey worthwhile but he will complain a good deal more on the way.”

I had to smile at that. Are you prepared to put up with that Suma? I asked.

“There’s always a gag to keep him quiet! We all laughed, except Roger of course. But the real answer is yes. It will be my pleasure to take you along and show you a little of life outside of our town. And where you go Roger has to follow. You’re the boss.”

Roger looked downcast. I wondered how much it was because of the journey and how much because he would miss his visits with Riku. He didn’t tell me even in bed that night.

Abruptly the Major changed the subject. I understand that you’re likely to be pregnant with my child.”

“I missed my period about ten days ago and of course the child is likely to be yours sir, but of that we can’t be certain.”

“Go to Muniba when you leave here and have her test you properly. Will you keep the baby if and when you go back to England?”

I immediately wondered if our return might depend on my answer. Yes, I’m not a great believer in abortion Sir and I just can’t comprehend putting any of my babies up for adoption or sale like you do here. Even if we’re allowed home by that time, I shall keep it and raise it with all the care, love and attention of a good mother. Is there any news of our being returned to England yet Sir?”

“You will care for and educate my child in England?”

“Of course. Again I wondered how much that would influence our being sent home.

He nodded, There has been nothing officially yet but I hear that your Foreign Office has contacted the Korean embassy on your behalf but diplomatic wheels turn slowly. In any case you will have to await a pardon from General Cumu before you will get your passports returned. We left the office with much to think about.

Muniba confirmed what we already knew. I was pregnant; I was going to have a black or at least a mixed race baby. Fortunately in England I knew that would not be too uncommon.

The next day we spent in a flurry of activity. Even Roger was caught up in it. We visited various places to get supplies and Wyche to get ointment for our feet. Fortunately the sunblock had arrived and I hoped that would help prevent further sunburn problems. The large hat helped too, as did wearing a light, long-sleeved blouse but I had to be ever mindful of keeping my tits on show like a true Tumalian woman. At least the blouse protected my back and arms.

The night before we left, Sumala took another woman to his room, which made me a little jealous, but it gave me the opportunity to talk quietly to Roger. I cuddled him and when I felt his erection against my stomach, I rolled him on top and asked him to fuck me. He’d done it several times by then, usually before Sumala had me, so he was more confident now and I used this as part of my argument. Roger, I started trying to find the right words, I know you are a bit worried about this trip but you don’t need to be. Treat it as another new adventure. I’m sure there will be some hardship involved but nothing like the whipping post. That changed my life. It was hell but I got through it and came out stronger; not that I would want to go through it again. It gave me the self-assurance to try other things, like sex. I know you think I’ve become a whore, but it really has shown me another side of my life and has taken away so much of my shyness. When we came, neither of us would have dreamed of doing some of the things we already have. How many girls have you fucked now? Three? Four? Maybe more in the community house that you haven’t mentioned. Before we came you never had the confidence to even put your arm around me, someone you had known for years, now you willingly go to bed with a girl and enjoy fucking them. They enjoy it too, like I just did. Without being forced into the situation you would never had got that far, so look on our trip as an adventure where you can learn new things and increase your own assurance. You can do a lot more than you give yourself credit for and in any case Suma and I will be there to keep an eye on you. Please, instead of looking at this trip as another trial, look at it as adding to the richness of your life experience. I paused wondering it I would get a response but he said nothing but I did feel him hold me tighter. End of sermon, I added.

Sumala woke us early. I agreed that he could just walk in my room and waken us without knocking and waking others. He shook me by my breasts and whispered, Five o’clock. Have a quick wash and piss and be ready to go to breakfast at five-thirty. I want to be on the road by six while it is still cool. Don’t bother showering, you’ll be sweaty in no time anyway.”

He collected us soon after and we went to the cafeteria which was closed at that time but he took us round the back and I noticed the girl there was the same one he taken to bed that night. I had to work and earn our early breakfast, he grinned.

“Oh the hardships you have to go through on our behalf, I responded.

“I don’t think I over worked him, the girl called out, He should be fit enough to walk a mile or two without you carrying him.”