Nine weeks after our visit to the prison the major summoned us to his office. We’d been away for a week visiting with Allaice and JeanPaul again and seeing the forestry industry in her area. This time I didn’t even ask for transport; just for permission to go there. Roger didn’t object too much either especially as the non-physical link we had in the IT office was extended to outside with the exception that if I passed him on to another girl, he had to be linked to her. In any case I had largely recovered from my ordeal in prison, although there was still residual pain, and we were both much fitter now than when we came, thus the journey proved far less gruelling. Even being pregnant didn’t seem to tire me too much and we easily made the journey to the forest huts on the first day.

“You can go home at the end of the week, the Major shocked me with his opening remark. Peter Spencer was here while you were in Neambu and completed the negotiations for your release. You are a very valuable girl, Ellie. We obtained 3.2 million dollars worth of aid for you. I calculated that as being nearly 2 million pounds but I found out later the claim as to it being my value was somewhat of an exaggeration. The figure was correct but it really wasn’t a ransom payment for me. When the aid agreement was signed, the following day General Cumu granted our pardon as a gesture of good will. I was so overwhelmed that I cried and so did Roger. After six months we were going home, and yet there was going to be a good deal of sadness when we left too. Sumala didn’t look too pleased and I gave him a hug knowing that I would miss him immensely. Several times I wondered if I could take him with me but I knew he would never be happy with the restrictions our society imposes on sex with women and he probably wouldn’t survive our weather.

In the few days left, I tried to see as many of our friends as I could and to say good-bye. To each I promised to try and return but I had no way of knowing whether that would really be possible.

Through Riku I learned that no public announcement had been made of General Cumu’s pardon and Peter Spencer had only been told the General would consider it now but was given no firm assurance. Our editor and the staff on Today’s World probably wouldn’t know of our release. I decided, and Roger finally agreed, that we would just walk in on them the day after we arrived back. Hence we sent in a report of our trip to Neambu as normal and then lied by saying we were going to a remote area and would be out of contact for a week.

Roger was very quiet on the flight home but I managed to get him to talk while the film was being shown. I will miss being with you Ellie. A few months ago I would have been glad to have gone home without you but now I’m not looking forward to living alone and not having you there beside me.”

“Or Riku or Sanle or one of the other girls, I smiled at him and held his hand.

“Yes, them too but you were the one that was always there. I know I’m a weak spirited person and I don’t have the strength of Suma but you looked after me. Sometimes I know I thought of you as a real bitch dragging me around, making me do things I didn’t want to do but afterwards, there was the caring you; the woman who tried to protect me and allowed me to make love to her. I shall miss all that Ellie, miss it so much. I could see he was nearly in tears.

After waiting a little while to see if he would go on and ask what I knew was on his mind, I took the initiative. Roger, you will spend the weekend with me and as we are not at work, we will live under Tumalian rules as far as possible and then on Monday we will go into the office together.

As it turned out, there was a lot to do to put my place in order, to get supplies and generally air out and clean the place after such a long absence but I did let him fuck me when we had free time and we slept together in my small bed. I knew I liked Roger but it was more akin to having a baby boy to look after and to me that wasn’t love. But will love come in time? I asked myself as I lay with him cradled in my arms. There was no immediate answer to that question.

Monday came and Roger looked appalled when I put on my Tumali dress. You can’t go out like that! Not here, he yelled but I ignored his protestations. It was early October and still quite warm but I put a light shawl around my shoulders to cover my indecency and made Roger wear his shorts and gaudy shirt. At the last minute I remembered my colourful, oversized hat. In London though, amid the other tourists, our appearance hardly rated a second look. Poor Roger was shaking a little especially as he’d perceived I was planning something and wouldn’t let him in on it. By ten o’clock when I knew the office would be in full swing, I dragged him into the reception area. Rebecca gasped and greeted us and was about to announce our arrival when I told her to keep quiet. Slipping off my shawl so my tits were on show with the bluestone nestling prominently between them, I pulled out the chain cuffs and the strap I begged the Major to be allowed to keep and fastened Roger to me.

“You can’t go in there like that, not with all those men Rebecca too looked horrified.

“This is how I’ve had to dress for the last six months as you should know from our reports.”

“But this is London

To say we caused a stir in the office would be a gross understatement. As so many times in the past, I hauled an unwilling Roger behind me and strode into the office and loudly proclaimed, Hi All, we’re back! Work stopped but I didn’t. Ted’s office was at the far end and he’d just poked his head out to see what was going on as we reached his door. Morning Ted, you bastard, we’re here to negotiate a rise in pay to make up for the hardships we’ve been through because of you! For once he seemed at a loss for words but whether it was from the sight of my tits or my arrogant statement, I didn’t know. He flopped back in his chair and I could see the bulge in his trousers. Does a sight of the real thing make you more horny than the pictures? As I spoke, I reached down and felt his erection and then slid my hand inside his zipper. A wide smile flashed across his face but it only lasted a few seconds, just long enough for me to grip his balls and to squeeze them as hard as I could.

“AAAAAHHHH! He screamed and the office staff came running. Tears rolled down Ted’s face and it looked as if he would be sick but I didn’t let go.

“Is this enough pain for your perverted taste Ted? Or perhaps you want to know what the strap feels like? I lashed it across his arse but unlike when we’d received it, he still had his trousers on. He must have felt it though. AAAAAHHHH! He screamed again and tried to move from my grasp. Remember what it is like when you think about having others thrashed. This is a very small payment for the pain you caused us so remember it and remember it well. I let go and for a few minutes he writhed on the floor and it was some time before he felt like sitting and facing me again. At least every one in the office now knew that Ellie was no longer a shy little mouse.

“I’ll sack you, you bitch!”

“Think of the publicity Ted. Perhaps we should have captured your ordeal and printed it. Yes, you can sack us but I think we will easily get another job, perhaps one where we can reveal the inside story of our abduction and unjust punishments. Private Eye will no doubt pay handsomely to know your collusion with Peter Spencer and Colonel Nubaro to have us shipped to Tumali where you well knew we’d be tortured and raped.”

Half an hour later we left his office with our pay rise and a two week holiday. It wasn’t much of a holiday. The TV people got to hear of our return and we had to do a couple of programmes for them as well and the more mundane things like clearing up Roger’s place and visiting parents and answering questions from people we hardly knew or didn’t know at all. Fortunately it soon died down and work became more and more routine. Through the wonders of email I was able to keep in touch with Riku and through her with the Major, Sumala and others so we knew what was going on and many times wondered if I should return but always I remembered the whipping post as well as the good times. Still as Sumala was fond of telling me, very few women in Tumali ever had much more than a spanking, so unless I did something stupid, I shouldn’t be punished.

I paid several visits to prenatal clinics but wasn’t impressed and about a month before the baby was due, applied for a visa to visit Tumali. It was granted and two weeks later Roger and I boarded the plane. This time in Lilongwe airport, I once more donned my Tumalian blouse for the flight to Chapoti. I wasn’t taking a chance on being improperly dressed when we arrived at our destination.