The Compound: Ch. 2
The Tour Begins
by Dr. Phil

After lunch, Renault led the way across the grounds towards the large building next to the visitors' quarters. As they were walking Laura heard the same moan that she had heard earlier when she had first arrived. She looked at Renault and cocked her head questioningly. He smiled and led her off to the left to the edge of the jungle. He pushed away some ferns and motioned for her to follow him as he stepped through and disappeared.

Laura went in right behind him. They only went a few paces when they came to a small area that had been cleared away. In the center of the clearing was the source of the moaning.

The ground had been completely cleared of grass. Lying there in the middle of the clearing was the writhing form of a nude woman. She had been spreadeagled and staked out on her back. Her arms and legs were cruelly stretched so tightly that all she could do was wiggle her fingers and toes and thrash her head and hips. And wiggle them she did... Laura gasped audibly at the incredible torment that the indecently spread woman must be experiencing. Her milk-white body was covered with what must have been hundreds of insects. They were like black patches clumped around her pussy, armpits, and both of her quivering breasts.

Renault explained that she had been staked out like this since morning. Honey had been applied at those places where he particularly wanted the ants to congregate. The sweetness led them there and once on those most tender of spots they drove the poor woman half mad in torment. Those particular ants had tiny stingers which they used to pinch and inject their venom into the warm white skin of the helpless woman. For humans, the venom was quite mild, however it did cause a maddening itch to develop around the area of the sting which lasted for several days.

"This is Ingrid. Please excuse her if she doesn't stand up, but she's currently... err... preoccupied!" Renault seemed quite pleased with his introduction. He clearly enjoyed his profession immensely.

Ingrid's hips were rotating as much as her tight bonds would allow. Every second or third revolution she would strain them upwards and tremble as her head moved back and forth in agony. Her poor tortured breasts and nipples did not even have that much freedom. She was blindfolded but when she heard their presence she began to plead pitifully for release. Other than her little stinging friends she was quite alone. Renault explained that one of the matrons came by every hour or so to check on her and apply more honey if necessary.

"Ingrid was a notorious tease in Stockholm up until a few months ago. That was when she had the misfortune to tease the wrong man. A wealthy businessman whom she had toyed with and eventually made a fool of decided to have the last laugh. It cost him a small fortune but Ingrid will be our guest here for the next two years. He specifically requested that her punishment be one of prolonged and unendurable torment, and that she spend most of her waking hours pleading. The ants were my idea. Like it?"

"My God!" she gasped. "It's... It's unbelievable! How can she stand that?" Laura involuntarily shuddered as she turned her head away from the scene.

"She has no choice," Renault offered. "She'll be like that until sundown. In another hour a matron will begin honeying her anus, too. I tell you, THAT'S when you'll see some REAL thrashing!" He licked his lips as he surveyed the scene. "After tonight she'll be kept tied on a cot in the main dormitory. The itching from the stings will reach a peak tomorrow and, of course, she won't be allowed any relief from that. In about five days the itching will finally begin to stop. We'll play a few games with her and then the next morning she'll be right back out here in this special clearing we've made just for her, and the whole cycle will repeat. Over and over... for the next two years... "

Laura nearly choked but tried to maintain a calm exterior.

"V-very ingenious, Renault. Th-this will do fine for my own purposes, too. So far you've managed to impress me."

Renault bowed his head in acknowledgement, and motioned with his open hand for Laura to follow him back to the compound. Before leaving she took one last look back at the squirming nude woman on the ground.

"Yes, this'll do nicely... for starters... " she mumbled to Renault, who merely smiled but did not look back himself.

By this time Laura thought that nothing else she could see would shock her. As soon as she entered the main building she found out that she was wrong. She was immediately greeted by a high-pitched shriek and then a scampering sound made her snap her head to the left. Another naked woman, this one a bit older than the first two, came scampering over to them on her hands and knees. As soon as she reached them she threw herself around Mssr. Renault's ankles and began kissing his feet fiercely. She was sobbing and smooching loudly on his shoes at the same time.

"Say hello to our guest, Stacey," Renault said in a soft voice, as if he were addressing a child.

Stacey immediately released Renault's feet and proceeded to drape herself around Laura's ankles, kissing them and licking for all she was worth.

"That's enough, Stacey. Show Ms. Buckley what you want."

Stacey paused, her shoulders heaving for a moment. Suddenly she flipped herself over onto her back, her legs spread as wide as she could get them, her knees bent slightly. Laura looked in horror at the woman's face. She was like a maniac. Her eyes were wild and her mouth was wide open, sucking in huge gasps of air. Laura could see that her naked pussy lips were swollen red and her inner thighs were shiny with cum all the way down to her knees. Stacey had one hand feverishly rubbing away at her gaping cunt as she looked up at Laura and shivered.

"Please! Watch me cum! I can do it, just wait! I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her whole body went board stiff but the fingers on her right hand kept frigging madly. Finally she shrieked and Laura could see the juices oozing out over her bare pussy lips and dripping on the floor. She had a crazy look on her face as she grabbed both of her nipples in her two hands and pulled and twisted on them while she groaned and continued pumping her hips. When she was finished she nearly collapsed on the floor, panting like a dog.

A matron came up and shook her, giving her a large glass of what looked like orange juice.

"It's to keep her fluids up," Renault explained. "She cums dozens of times a day. She can't stop, or even help herself. Part of the problem is the juice itself. It contains an extremely erotic stimulant that takes effect almost immediately. Watch... "

As they were watching, Stacey accepted the glass and downed it all. Laura noticed that the matron who brought the glass also had a nasty-looking whip hanging from her wide leather belt. Laura presumed that its mere presence commanded instant obedience from her charges.

After downing the juice, Stacey continued to pant and rest for awhile. Suddenly her nostrils started flaring and she began to get that same crazed look on her face. Both of her hands flew to her still dripping pussy and she began rubbing for all she was worth.

"Not now, you bad girl!" The matron admonished, taking her whip off her belt and striking at Stacey's flying fingers.

"I said not now!" A couple more hard whip stings on her fingers and Stacey pulled them away from her pulsing cunt.

"Get up, come on."

Stacey was back up on her hands and knees. The matron slapped the whip at her ass and led her over to the side of the room. There was a short stool sitting there with a board leaning against it. The board was about six inches wide and covered with white fur. Its bottom was on the floor and the top edge leaned against the top of the little stool so that it was about a thirty degree angle with the floor. The matron ordered Stacey to straddle the board and grab onto the top edge with both hands. Stacey grunted happily and practically jumped on, as if she were used to this routine. With her legs straddling the board she now began humping the fur covered board like crazy. She was half groaning and half laughing madly as she rubbed her nipples and pussy against the inclined fur board at the same time. The matron began lightly whipping her round buttocks as she humped, at first lightly, but getting harder and harder as Stacey's own rubbing strokes increased in frenzy.

"Th-thaaaank you, Missstress... Ahhhh! Th-thaaaaank you! Ooooohhh- " She nearly slobbered the words, humping her nude body for all it was worth.

Renault noticed that Laura's own mouth was hanging open and she hadn't said a single word. He appeared pleased with himself.

"Stacey is the woman that I mentioned earlier. The one that the syndicate had sentenced to five years? Well, she's just completing her fourth year now. Only one more to go!" He chuckled as Stacey's humping and grunting got more and more urgent.

"She was full of pride and arrogance when she first arrived. It didn't take long to turn her around. It never does. The syndicate gets a videotape of her progress once a month. They seem especially pleased with her progress. When her sentence is up she is to be released to their custody. God only knows what they have in mind for her then... "

My God! Laura whispered under her breath. Briefly she wondered if somewhere in the other compound a male prisoner was being subjected to the same sort of punishment right now. Stacey was just reaching another orgasm. Perhaps her fifth of the day? Or her tenth? Or her twentieth? Who knew? Laura shuddered but had trouble pulling her eyes away from the pitiful sight. Renault noticed her reaction and made another mental note.

They passed into several other rooms where there were women of various ages and nationalities being punished. Renault explained that in most cases the client merely specified a term and an intensity of punishment, as opposed to a specific regimen, which was the case with first three unfortunate inmates they had seen.

In the next room they saw a black woman with her arms stretched and tied behind her. She was nude, of course, and seemed to be leaning back against a slightly curved surface, like a large wheel. He arms were pulled tightly back, which had the effect of jutting her rather large breasts forward. Her well-muscled thighs were also spread and pulled backwards, her ankles bound to the same anchor point as her wrists. She was, in effect, supported on her back and her bottom. Her nipples were huge, and her well-formed breasts were pointing slightly upward.

Another matron stood before her with a short black riding crop. She was whacking the crop against the tips of the bound woman's brown nipples, causing her to moan in agony. Laura remarked on how so many of the staff seemed to be women. Renault said that while there were a number of men employed, he always felt that the best, most knowledgeable torturer of a woman was another woman. Laura tended to believe him as she saw the smug look on the woman wielding the crop before her. Her teeth were clenched and she smiled each time a flick of her wrist would send the bound black woman into contortions of agony.

As it so happened, the next room contained a rather large and good-looking man. He had a petite Chinese woman draped across his lap in the classic spanking position. As his large hand descended on her tiny ass it practically covered all of it. He was varying the tempo and severity, but from the looks of her ass he had been at it for quite awhile. The Chinese woman was sobbing uncontrollably and twisting madly on the fellow's lap, trying to avoid the blows. His big meaty left arm was draped around her as his hand held her pinned at the waist. Again and again his right hand slapped downward. Each loud crack of his palm was echoed with a wail and a sob. He paused occasionally to grip both of her tiny ass cheeks in his one hand and hold them still. Her red cheeks looked shiny and you could almost feel the heat that must be flowing through them. Most of the women were spanked daily, Renault explained. As a matter of fact, Laura hadn't seen an ass yet that wasn't either pink or welted.

Through one of the large windows Laura saw an amazing sight going on just outside. Renault noticed her gaze and led the way outside. A small spit had been set up over a set of coals. A young woman with short-cropped blonde hair was lashed to the spit and being twirled like a rotisserie over the coals. She was lashed tightly with ropes, her back against the spit. About three feet from the end the spit there was a rounded barb jutting out at a slight angle. This barb was lodged tightly in the poor woman's anus and Laura could see her squirming around on it as she twirled. It was easy to see the rubbery ring of her anus sucking on the barb because the woman's knees were folded up under her and spread wide to expose both her skewered asshole and gaping hairless pussy to the heat of the coals. Her medium-sized tits dangled below her each time she was rotated downward. She was gagged with a large apple.

"Y-you'll kill her!" Laura said, shocked.

"No... no... no, Ms. Buckley. We don't kill our inmates. It's much more satisfying, and profitable, to keep them alive through their entire sentence. This particular young lady was a real spoiled brat. She spent most of her time sunning herself by the pool in her string bikinis. Always working on her tan. Her spurned lesbian lover had her sent here. She suggested this unique way for poor Cheri here to work on her tan while serving her one year sentence.

"The coals are not hot enough to do any permanent damage, but they do heat her up enough so that you could practically fry an egg on her rump. She also gets fucked at the end of the day by at least a dozen of our male guards. Being a true lesbian, she doesn't get the pleasure out of that that you might think. Quite the reverse... "

They continued to gaze for awhile as Cheri was twirled over the coals. The young man whose job it was to twirl the spit paused occasionally and used a small basting brush to lightly brush the woman's puffy cunt lips and erect clitoris. Renault particularly enjoyed the sight of her anus as it appeared to grip and suck on the tiny barb that impaled it. Although the apple effectively gagged her, her eyes were large and pleading and spoke volumes...

Renault led the way back inside for the last stop on their tour.

"This is my favorite stop of the day," he said eagerly, rubbing his hands together as he nodded his head towards a door on the left. He preceded her then held the door open and invited her inside.

It was a fairly small room. Laura saw a slender nude woman kneeling and facing the far wall. A large man, her guard, sat on a folding chair in the corner observing her. The woman wore only a black leather belt. Her arms were at her sides and attached at the wrists to her belt. Attached to the wall was an array of phalluses, each spaced about two feet apart. They were an assortment of sizes, shapes and colors, and mounted such that they were at chin height to the kneeling woman. Laura looked closer and saw that the woman was wearing knee pads. The kneeling woman did not acknowledge their entry. She was preoccupied by the fellatio which she was giving the second phallus from the left. From the licking and sucking sounds she was making, and the bobbing of her head, Laura could see that she was performing the act most eagerly and expertly.

Laura moved a little closer and examined the phalluses. They were remarkably life-like, complete with simulated veins and even a little pee hole in the tip. Laura felt one and the silky smooth latex over a stiff inner core made it feel quite authentic.

"This is Margaret. She's a very proper Englishwoman. She has only been with us about a month but she seems to be coming along quite wonderfully. Her ex-husband complained that while they were married she steadfastly refused to perform this most intimate act of love and affection on him. She claimed it was dirty and disgusting. The more he pleaded with her, the more she reviled him. It eventually played a major part in the rather nasty breakup of their marriage.

"Several months after their divorce, Margaret's ex-husband arranged with us to have her picked up and brought here for some rather specialized training. Margaret spends eight hours a day, every day, in this room giving the best fellatio she can to this assortment of conveniently mounted dildos. You'll notice some rather nasty whip marks on her buttocks. Margaret is monitored constantly and if she ever fails to maintain a level of enthusiasm which we consider adequate, she is pilloried in the main yard and whipped for a full fifteen minutes. At the next meal break each woman in the compound is informed of Margaret's failure and then ordered to bend over to receive twenty hard strokes with a cane.

"Margaret is left on display in the pillory for the next hour while her bruised companions are encouraged to demonstrate to her just how much they appreciate being caned due to her failure. It is an ordeal she has gone through several times and will do anything to avoid repeating. For this reason she spends her day moving from phallus to phallus, at her guard's command, giving the best, most enthusiastic head she is capable of. At any time, any one of the male guards at the compound is allowed to drop in for a visit. She is expected to accommodate him eagerly and expertly, or suffer the consequences. If you'll pardon my rudeness, Ms. Buckley, the sight of her right now is making me truly uncomfortable... "

Laura's eyes widened as she saw Mssr. Renault unzip his trousers and pull his semi-hard penis out through the fly. Margaret immediately abandoned the phallus she was working on and turned to kneel before him. She didn't have the use of her hands so she leaned her head forward a bit and took a light swipe at his penis with her pointed pink tongue. Renault groaned once and his penis immediately sprung into full hardness.

Laura was amazed that she was expected to stand there and watch as Renault received a blowjob from one of his prisoners. His eyes closed to slits and he inhaled and exhaled through his teeth. Margaret was alternately licking all around his penis and taking the entire thing in her mouth. She would bear down till her lips were at the base of his shaft and then lightly shake her head like a dog. As she pulled her head back she let her lips rub over his veined penis like a windshield wiper on wet glass. Her tongue snaked out and caressed the underside of his penis and lightly licked at the glans under its head. As Renault continued to moan she wrapped her lips just around the head of his penis and held it there while she watched him for a reaction. She was actually massaging it just behind the head with her lips and she looked for the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. When she saw him begin to stiffen she bore down harder on his cock, milking it with her lips for all she was worth.

Renault gave a gurgling sound and went stiff as a board. He started pumping his seed into the greedy mouth of the kneeling woman, who gobbled it up like it was nectar, gulping it down and trying to milk more from each spasm. When he finally finished pumping she cleaned him all off with her tongue. Without another word she turned and immediately resumed fellating the next phallus on the wall.

"My apologies for what must seem like rude behavior, Ms. Buckley, but I really needed that! And besides, I AM the king!" He snickered as he arranged himself and zipped up his fly.

Laura stared at him disbelievingly and just shook her head as he smiled and guided her out of the room. Once they had departed the room, he continued.

"At the end of her sentence Margaret will probably be the best, most experienced cocksucker in the world. When she is returned to her ex-husband and his friends it will be made clear to her that any failure to live up to that expectation will result in her being returned for a much longer and more severe sentence. She's seen some of the other girls' agonies and knows that if we want her, nothing will prevent us from getting her. She doesn't even know exactly where she is right now." Renault shook his head slightly and looked sad. "It's a pity that she'll only be with us for six months. We're all getting used to visiting her every day and her improvement in technique has been remarkable! Perhaps I should see about replacing her when her time is up... "

As they were walking back through the building Laura was able to glimpse Cheri through the large window, still twirling on her spit. All around her were the sights and sounds of women being punished. As Renault led the way to the front door she could see Stacey off in a corner, still humping away madly at her fur-lined board, rubbing her tits on it at the same time and grunting like a bitch in heat.

Was this still the same orgasm she was working on?

Was it her tenth?... Her twentieth?...

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