“How did the rest of your stay there go? Riku asked, I read the part you wrote today and that seemed pretty traumatic.”

We’d arrived back late the previous day. Shelumba told us the Major was rather annoyed as he’d sent a proper car for us but that had perforce to go via the cablecar station and the dirt road to the camp. We’d made an early start and had turned off that road on to the contour track before the car reached us. The Major wanted to see you before he went away for a few days but I know it can wait until he returns, Shelumba informed us but didn’t elaborate and we were left wondering if he’d another ordeal planned for us. We spent the first day back writing up our report and decided to spend the night in the community house.

As soon as we arrived a young girl from a neighbouring house came and asked, Can I have Roger like Sanle did? Seeing the disappointment on Riku’s face she added, I’ll bring him back by bedtime if you like. A smile lit her face when we agreed. Riku, I realised, liked to have Roger in bed with her as a companion to cuddle and not just for his prick. Now, after the evening meal, we sat at a table outside where it was cooler and taking out my laptop showed her some of the pictures and began my story.

“I quickly found that the inmates were not the brutal raping men I had envisaged. Some of the guards were, but the others were respectful and treated us with care, almost love. My being a real woman caused a bit of a rumpus at breakfast on the first morning. Halfway through I yanked Roger to his feet and ran for the door. One of the guards gave chase but I got to the toilet just in time to lean over the pan and be sick. Roger looked worried and I seemed unduly pale when I looked in the mirror and washed my face. All eyes were on us when the guard escorted us back to the Captain’s table. He looked at me quizzically but I said, Sorry, morning sickness. I’m pregnant. I can only pretend to be a man part of the time. For some reason the whole table erupted in laughter.”

“I can well imagine that caused a stir in a men only camp.”

“Yeah. The captain made me see the camp doctor but he didn’t have much experience of women’s problems either.”

For the rest of the evening I went through the life at the camp as I saw it. How it was like a self-contained village with trained craftsmen doing woodwork, plumbing, and electrics and other doing what would be considered household chores cooking and cleaning. By now a small crowd had gathered around my table, staring at the pictures on the screen and listening to my tale. Did they bum fuck you often? one asked.

“Not during the day except when a guard decided he had more authority than me. Suma had to take more but he also had to put his prick in a good few too. I didn’t have that problem,”

“How did you feel about that Suma? Riku asked. After my rape at the community house, Sumala hardly left my side when I was away from Government House.

“I still would rather put my prick in a girl’s cunt, or even her arse, but I began to get some idea of the satisfaction they got out of it. You girls know what it is like to have a prick in your bumhole and what it was like the first few times, well it was like that for me but also the prick stimulated my prostate and I got one hellava hard-on. The feeling when I fucked a boy was not much different to when I’ve fucked a girl’s arse except the boys there were more open and easier to get my prick in. I wouldn’t want to be limited to that one way of fucking though but I think I am more tolerant of gay boys now. I hated being kissed by them. That seemed so much more revolting and utterly repulsive especially when they hadn’t shaved. Suma adjusted the girl on his knee and played with her breasts.

“So it wasn’t one big orgy then Ellie? an unknown girl asked.

“No more than here. Most work during the day and so are not available. The worst were the guards but fortunately there wasn’t too many of them. They had the power to use a strap on anyone shirking and several times we witnessed a boy being forced to bend over and take six or eight hard whacks with the strap and usually the guard would fuck them afterwards and they did it really hard.”

“What was the journey back like?”

“Actually it was remarkably pleasant. The route was hilly rather than mountainous and we stayed overnight at quite a large village, about a dozen huts. Suma and Roger were spoilt for choice of young females and there were to be several young lads too and I tried a couple of them. Roger’s humour began to come back when I chained him to a young girl that he seemed to fancy. The village had a hut put aside for visitors because the route was fairly well used, indeed we met various other people on the way, and so we were able to take our choices back to the hut for the night. Nothing abnormal for this country happened.”



“The Major says you are to go to the Birthing Clinic for a check-up, Shelumba informed me when we arrived for work the next day, And you can spend the day there to do a piece on it. I must have looked surprised as I hadn’t seen the Major since our return and thought we’d pissed him off over not getting back earlier in the car he’d sent. That wasn’t our fault but that wouldn’t matter to him. He heard about your morning sickness at the camp, Shelumba went on to explain.

Roger looked a little pale at the thought and asked if I could chain him to Riku for the day but that request was refused on the grounds that she had access to information that we shouldn’t see. What surprised me more was that Sumala wasn’t keen on going either but I told both of them bluntly, You are coming with me. It will do you good to see what us women have to go through after you’ve had your pleasure with us.”

Really I didn’t know what to expect either. Having slept in grass huts and seen Wyche’s form of medicine, I half expected something fairly primitive. Instead I found a modern maternity hospital that would have put our London teaching hospitals to shame but when I thought about it, baby sales and adoption were the main source of income for the country and therefore they needed to get as many healthy babies for sale as possible. There was also the fact that with almost forced unprotected sex, there was a far higher proportion of babies per population to deal with.

The hospital was clean, light and air-conditioned and the staff too all looked clean and efficiently dealt with my routine check-up in the attached clinic. Two main differences became immediately apparent; the patients and visitors (including us soon after our arrival) were all naked It saves a lot of time and is more hygienic than often unwashed clothes, the matron informed me and then told us to have a shower and to use the special germicidal soap. The other noticeable difference was that there were no private rooms or cubicles where the birthing took place. Most of the nurses too were in various stages of pregnancy. Roger had a little smile on his face and the start of an erection at the sight of the women with grossly extended bellies, waddling around the ward. They took it in good humour and tried to tease him by wriggling their bodies suggestively and laughingly offered to take him to bed. I guess the sight didn’t stimulate Sumala because his prick remained flaccid.

“Roger’s working, I informed them, Maybe later after we’ve seen the sights and he’s freaked out at seeing a baby born, I’ll chain him to one of you for comfort.”

“We’ll hold you to that, a large woman who looked to be near the end of her fertile life chuckled, He can even have a soothing suckle and some milk he hasn’t had since he was born.”

Matron re-joined us. Sorry, she apologised, I got called away. Don’t take too much notice of the ladies; they haven’t seen a man for a couple of days or so. We don’t normally allow men on the wards mainly because they get in the way and they seem to have problems with seeing the blood and stuff when a baby is born. Looks like yours might have trouble too after the way he went pale when I took your blood sample. By all means chain him to one of the other women. Suma may be okay but if he’s a problem we can send him outside to watch through the observation window. We’re expecting two births today. One’s a first timer so you will get an idea of what you might go through and the other will be her eighth and should be much easier. We have a fully equipped operating theatre and surgeons on call if there are problems or if a caesarean is necessary.”

For half an hour we toured the facility and we were most impressed by the cleanliness and standard of hygiene. I reckoned it was far higher than in any NHS hospital and because all the nurses were women, and most were pregnant, they had a far greater empathy with their patients. The mothers-to-be quickly noticed the slight swelling of my stomach and accepted me as one of them and chatted to me without the reserve an outsider, and a white woman at that, would normally receive.

At first it was more of the good natured banter about having a slave boy that I had learned to field from most women and Roger tried to ignore but then one of the older women asked about my stripes which still showed on my back and arse although I only felt them now when I sat down hard or put pressure on my shoulders. A number of them had seem my thrashing and told me that a week later the whipping master had felt his own whip but it wasn’t as hard as the flogging Sumala received. My bluestone came in for much comment too and even though, in theory at least, I was above them in status, I was treated as an equal.

Suddenly, N’lla the young, first time mother-to-be, asked, Do you know who is the father of your baby?”

“Major Entembe.”

She nodded in an understanding way and I sensed a story especially when she said, Colonel Nubaro.”

“How do you know?”

For a short while she hesitated to answer and seemingly making up her mind, went on, The top people in government are informed by the community house supervisors when a girl is ready for breeding and the prettiest ones are taken to Government House. The others are fucked and bred by any men that are around or who are chosen. Often the supervisors are given a present to allow the richer men to breed a virgin. Two of us were ready at the same time and I was pleased that I was considered pretty enough to be taken to Government House. General Cumu and the Colonel inspected us and spent some time talking and asking questions. I was a bit tongue-tied at being with such high-ranking people but the other girl chatted freely and laughed a lot. The General chose her and I went with the Colonel. He bred me for seventeen days

“Much the same as the Major did with me except that I was with him only a few days and had my whipping then too, I interrupted.

“You hadn’t been bred before? N’lla’s voice showed her surprise and the others echoed her.

This led to a long discussion and in general, the women preferred their system where they were free to have many different men. like that one of them laughed and nodded to a bed further along the ward and I saw Sumala had a young woman bent over the side of the bed and was fucking hard. She must have aroused him pretty quickly and I found out later the pair knew each other and had spent a number of nights together in the past.

“You’re supposed to be working Suma! I called out and everyone laughed. Even the matron didn’t stop him.

For a while I tried to discus how they felt about giving up the babies and most believed it to be a part of life but it seemed to me there was an inner sense of loss that they shut out and were elated when they were allowed to keep a child.

Later that morning I witnessed my first birth. It was the woman’s eighth and she had little trouble. As it was a for sale baby, a curtain was drawn across the top half of her so she could not even glimpse her baby before it was taken away. To me that was very sad but practical in that there would be no bond between the mother and child. Most of the other mothers-to-be stood around and watched while the nurses did their job. I had some idea of what to expect from a film we were shown in sex education at school but I was hardly prepared for the reality of the pain and mess and to a certain extent, the smell that accompanied it. The sight fascinated and excited me and it wasn’t until I felt the pull on my wrist chain, that I remembered Roger. He’d passed out.

One of the others helped him up and I took him to a motherly woman and clipped the chain to her. Before I returned to the birthing, she’d cuddled him closely and he was suckling her breast.

“Would you mind if I sent Suma out? a nurse asked. He was looking a bit sick too.

“Yeah, of course. He’s only of any use at conception; at delivering the goods he’s useless. That amused the others.

During lunch, which Suma and I had with the staff, a nurse came in and informed us, N’lla, the first timer is going into labour. Roger was still cuddled to the woman I’d chained him to and was doing his best not to hear the noises emanating from the nearby bed. N’lla was obviously in pain but the nurses didn’t look concerned. After a quick examination, the matron said all was normal. Shall I give her a wiffle stick? asked the nurse and when the matron nodded a piece of round wood about as thick as my thumb and six inches long, was produced and N’lla gripped this with her teeth. It reminded me of the makeshift gag we’d used on Roger.

At first I thought it was only something for the girl to bite on but the matron said, It is the wood from a special tree that Wyche knows and the substances it produces have a relaxing and calming effect. She gave me one to take back with me. I sniffed it and found the smell aromatic but it is not a smell that I recognised or can really describe. Wyche says there is just one small tree that she knows of so we have to wash each stick after each use and store them for another woman’s birth. They’re not always required for the second and later births though, as you saw with the older woman. I found it a strange admixture of modern technology with what was almost witchcraft.

N’lla’s labour lasted most of the afternoon and she underwent a good deal more pain before a little baby girl finally emerged. The wholesome smile of satisfaction on N’lla’s face as the baby fed from her breast was enough to make me feel broody and long for the time when my baby was born although seeing what she went through, caused me to think of the labour pains and I wondered if at a London hospital, I would be given drugs to induce my baby. Much to Roger’s disgust, I promised to return the next day to see how N’lla was.

“The wiffle stick does make a great deal of difference, N’lla told me next day as I held her darling baby. It reduces the pain and almost takes you out of your body so it feels sort of like you are watching yourself. I guessed it contained a natural hallucinogenic drug

“I don’t think I could ever give away a baby of mine. The tiny baby tried to suckle my breast and wriggled in my arms when no milk was forthcoming.

“It is difficult for some mothers here too but I suppose we are conditioned to it and if you never see it and never have it against your breast, it is not such a great miss. We do get to feed other babies too for six weeks or so but never your own. We talked for a long while to her and the woman whose baby had been taken away but left when we found that talking about giving away her child upset the woman. I guessed there was always an underlying desire for the women to keep and raise their children that the conditioning couldn’t completely eradicate.



“How would you feel about having your baby here? the Major asked when we were summoned to his office. My mind went into overdrive. Was he hinting that we would be kept here until after my child was born? Did he intend to take my baby and raise it as his own? To sell it? Seeing the look of horror on my face he went on, It’s okay Ellie, you will be going home when the General’s pardon comes through but the negotiations seemed to be stalled at the moment. No I was really asking about the treatment you might get here as compared to Britain.”

I knew the answer to that. I would be better having the baby here rather than an impersonal maternity block in a large hospital. I paused for a long while, But it might take six months before I got home again- if I ever did!”

“No, Ellie. If you came back as a special visitor, you would be given a proper visa and would return at the end of your visit with your baby. You know the rules here now and conforming to them doesn’t seem to be a problem and you would still have your bluestone status. Only the court can take that away from you and you wouldn’t have Roger chained to you all the time, even if you brought him. Perhaps you’d like to do a follow up series of articles?”

I wouldn’t commit myself but that night I lay awake for a long time wondering just how much longer we would be kept in Tumali. For some time now, I had begun to enjoy much of my life here but still I yearned to see my friends at home. But you don’t have many of them, do you? I told myself, You have more friends in Chapoti than in London. You were too shy to even go into a pub then, now look at you. You talk to anyone, show you body freely and allow yourself to be publicly fucked. How you’ve changed. Do you really want to go back? In the end I decided that I did but might consider returning to have the baby. If only I could get a cast iron guarantee that I would be allowed to go home afterwards and take my baby with me.