Chapter 20: The Birthing Clinic

"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.