The Compound: Ch. 3
The Contract
by Dr. Phil

Renault led the way across the compound and back up to the table on the veranda that they had lunched at earlier. He invited Laura to be seated. When they were both comfortable he clasped his hands together on the table and fixed his gaze upon her.

"I hope you enjoyed the tour, Ms. Buckley. There's a lot more going on here, but I'm sure you've seen enough by now to realize that we are quite capable of meeting your requirements."

Laura paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. She was looking down at her own hands.

"Yes. Yes, Renault. I'm quite ahhh... satisfied with what I've seen."

"Wonderful! I hate to bring up an old subject again, but after witnessing with your own eyes how severe our punishments are, are you sure you still want to condemn this poor woman to twenty years? I mean, you saw what Stacey was like after only four years. Remember that once started, there will be no reprieve... "

"Yes I'm SURE, Renault," Laura snapped at the man. "This bitch deserves whatever she gets! In addition, I mentioned that I have some other requirements... "

Renault seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.

"I want this bitch to really suffer. Understand?" she pulled a sheet of paper from a pocket in her shorts. "Here is a sheet of names and addresses. It contains a long list of the people that she has wronged over the past four years. Most of them have lost their jobs because of her nastiness and bad temper. They range from store clerks to bankers. There's a young lawyer on the list who was particularly hurt by her." She paused again and took a deep breath.

"I want her punishment to be documented and recorded on video. I want her to KNOW that each month copies are being sent to every person on that list. I want her to KNOW that they are watching her get her just rewards and delighting in her degradation. I want her to KNOW that somewhere back in England they're all laughing at her as she squirms in your compound. Condemned... No reprieve...

"When her sentence is up, twenty years from now, she is to be sold to the lowest and basest bordello you can find, to be used as a common whore. Any money you receive for her will be yours."

Renault just stared at her. The depth of her vindictiveness towards this woman seemed limitless. He pulled a sheet of paper from his inside jacket pocket and placed it on the table before her. He took a pen from his shirt pocket and placed it on top of the sheet.

"All that you have said, we will do. You must fill out this document for us. It lists the name of the person and the term of incarceration. Your signature is also required. In Duri, this will be a legal document. As soon as we receive your payment we will arrange to have her picked up and brought here. You will be informed as soon as she arrives."

Laura took another piece of paper from her shorts and placed it on the table in front of Renault.

"I don't have the time to wait, Renault. I've already taken the liberty of having fifteen million pounds placed in a numbered Swiss account. Here is the number of the account and the password. All it will take is a phone call from you to confirm that the money is there. You can have it re-deposited in your own account in the same call."

Renault's eyebrows lifted in amazement. He snapped his fingers and called for a telephone to be brought to the table. Almost immediately they heard the scuffling sounds of their earlier waitress crawling towards the table. She had a cordless telephone on the tray on her back. She crawled up to the table, this time with her bare bottom facing Renault and her head facing Laura. Laura saw her breasts dangling below her as she crouched. The poor girl lifted her face for a moment and caught Laura's gaze, then quickly lowered it to stare at the floor. Laura had seen tears in the girl's eyes. Were they tears from a recent whipping, or tears of shame? As Renault dialed Geneva, Laura took the pen and began filling out the form. She could hear Renault's pleased voice as he confirmed the availability of funds and conducted the transfer to his own personal account. Laura looked at the girl again, and took a deep breath. She completed the form and signed it, replacing the pen on the table.

"Excellent!" Renault beamed. "The transfer has been completed and confirmed. We will arrange to have our newest inmate picked up immediately." He reached for the form.

Laura took a ragged breath and lowered her gaze to her hands, which were folded on the table. Renault took the form and read it.

"Wait a minute, there must be a mistake. You are to put the name of the prisoner on this line here. You've written in your own name by mistake."

"It's no mistake, Renault. I am the one to be sentenced to your prison. I've thought about this for over a year, since I first found out about The Compound. It is something that has gnawed at me day and night until it became an obsession. I don't like what I've become. I've hurt too many people. I need to pay for my crimes of pride."

Renault was dumbfounded. "But... but twenty years? The videos, the- "

"Enough, Renault!" she interrupted him. "I know what I'm doing. I know what I want, and it's MY money!"

Renault motioned to one of his guards, who brought him over a small seal. It was an embossing-type device, like a notary's seal. He picked up the document, signed it himself, then used the device to imprint the official seal of the Republic of Duri.

"What's done is done," he said slowly, "... and cannot be undone."

Laura felt an uncontrollable shiver run through her as he fixed his gaze upon her. It was different, somehow. Gone was the accommodating salesman. In its place was a severity that made her catch her breath.

"Stand up, MIZZ Buckley." He emphasized the MIZZ with a sneer.

Laura hesitated a moment and looked around. There were two burly guards standing nearby. She was alone. Nobody knew where she was. In accordance with Renault's instructions she had merely flown to the city of Monrovia, in Liberia. She was met there and given a set of forged papers with which she flew to Abidjan, in the Ivory Coast. A car met her at the airport and took her on a two hour drive to a large lake about fifty miles inland. From there the sea plane took her to her unknown destination.

She slowly rose to her feet. So this was it. The beginning. She felt goosebumps on her upper arms.

"Remove all of your clothes, Laura." She was expecting this but she still trembled as her hands reached for the buttons on her safari shirt. She noticed the Renault had begun calling her by her first name... just like the others, she thought.

While Laura was stripping, Renault picked up the sheet of paper she had provided that contained the list of names.

"My my, such a long list!" he chuckled. As he folded the paper back up he looked at Laura. "But I'm sure we can accommodate you."

He watched her removing her shirt.

"As a matter of fact, with a little research I'm sure we can even expand on this list quite a bit!" He laughed again as he put the paper in his jacket pocket for safe keeping.

By this time Laura had her safari shirt off and lying on the back of her chair. He stared intently as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell onto her arms, revealing a very nice set of tits, firm, with large nipples. She glanced up only slightly before unbuttoning her hiking shorts. After unzipping them she began tugging them down over her hips. It took a bit of effort due to their tightness, but soon she had them down past her knees where they dropped to the ground. In her excited state she had forgotten to remove her hiking boots first and she tried in vain to get the shorts off over them. With her shorts around her ankles she had to bend over and begin unlacing her boots. She could feel her thin white panties stretched tightly across her ass. She wondered if anyone were looking at it as she removed her boots one at a time, then pulled off her white athletic socks.

She stood upright and stepped out of the left leg of her shorts. She lifted her right ankle and used her left hand to remove the shorts from it. She didn't know why she did it but she bunched up the shorts and tossed them on the table in front of Renault. His face seemed both angry and amused at the same time, if that were possible.

Laura was left standing wearing only a brief pair of white panties. They were high cut at the leg and had a little flower pattern on the front. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and paused a moment, as if readying herself mentally.

"If you ever hesitate again to obey a command you will be punished beyond anything you could ever imagine," Renault warned in a low, deadly voice. "Now remove the panties."

Laura's hands trembled slightly as she tugged the flimsy white material over her hips. As with the shorts she lifted her ankle and removed the panties. This time, however, she merely placed them on the chair. She'd seen that look on Renault's face and decided it might not be wise to toss them at him as she had done with the shorts.

She stood there completely naked, for the first time, in the Compound at Duri. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she clasped them together in front of her, covering her pussy.

"Put your hands at your sides," Renault commanded. She obeyed.

Renault pointed to the thin covering of reddish-blonde pubic hair.

"You will remove that hair. It will be your responsibility every morning to make sure you are completely shaved and smooth down there. If I ever find any stubble, you will be forced to grow it long again. You don't want that to happen, because when it reaches the appropriate length you will be hung upside down by it and shaken until every last follicle has been pulled out. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said weakly.

"You will address me as 'Monsieur'. You will address any male guard as 'Sir', and you will address any female guard as 'Mistress'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Monsieur."

Renault stood up and came around the table till he was directly in front of her.

"Very nice," he murmured. "Turn around slowly." Laura obeyed, slowly turning to display her lean legs and tight, white ass. It was firmly muscled and flawless. The thought came to her that right now she might have the only unblemished ass of any inmate in the Compound. Renault would take care of that detail very shortly.

She completed her slow turn and stopped. She held Renault's gaze for a moment, then let it drop. Her impudence amused him.

"So, you think this is just another adventure, do you? I assure you it is real. You can't fulfill your need for self-debasement to your satisfaction and then walk away when you are satisfied. For that you could have hired any one of a thousand Masters or Mistresses in London.

"No, this is The Compound, and you are MINE for twenty years! You will scream, you will cry, but above all you will beg! You will be my masterpiece! You will be the one that the other prisoners look upon with pity. You have a proud, defiant attitude right now, but like Stacey you will soon be changed. YOU will be the one I show to prospective customers. You will hear their laughter or their pity as you are displayed in your shame and your agony. You will be the one I think about at night before I go to bed and the one I think about each morning when I first awake."

Laura began to tremble. She was visibly shaken by his words.

"Yes! Tremble!" he laughed cruelly. "You have a lot to be fearful of!"

He hooked his thumbs in his belt under his jacket and smiled at the trembling nude woman. Then his face turned hard once again.

"Get down on the ground, flat on your belly."

Without hesitating, Laura dropped to the ground. She stretched out on the wooden floor of the veranda. The wood felt oddly cool and there was a little sand on it. It tickled her slightly and for some odd reason she felt wet between her legs.

"You will crawl just like that, down the steps, and across the compound to the main building. You will enter it and ask for Mistress Shelley. She's a small blonde girl, a year or two younger than you are, and one of my rising stars. You will kiss her feet and beg her to whip your impudent ass till you are crying uncontrollably. You will use those exact words. If you allow your nipples to leave the ground for any reason during your crawl, or if you fail in the slightest way to carry out my orders you will be placed in a set of stocks and bullwhipped. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Monsieur!" Laura's voice was shaking, but she immediately turned and headed down the stairs, head first. It was a chore to keep her nipples touching the steps at all times but she was petrified of disobeying. Her legs parted as she slid down the steps, exposing a rear view of her pussy to her audience. When she reached the bottom step she set off crawling across the dusty ground towards the main building. She used her arms to pull herself along, raising her body as little as possible from the ground. The tingling of her nipples and pussy as they were both dragged along the ground began to get her very aroused, in spite of her fear. The degradation of what she was doing to herself seemed almost an erotic stimulant. Her crotch got wetter and wetter as she crawled, feeling the cool air on her backside.

Mssr. Renault walked behind her, taunting her as she crawled.

"This is the way you will get wherever you are going, from now on! If you're good I may allow you up on all fours like a dog! After Shelley gets through with you, she will clip a leash around your neck and lead you on all fours to your bunk in the main dormitory. She will supervise you as you clean yourself and then shave your pussy. She will be in charge of you and will administer punishment whenever she sees fit, so beware, she has a very cruel streak!"

Laura's vision was blurred by the tears welling in her eyes. Tears, just like she had seen on the poor unfortunate girl who brought the telephone. In spite of her tears, her pussy was still on fire with lust!

"You'll be fed from a bowl on the floor and put to bed for a good night's rest. This afternoon we will begin making another clearing in the jungle for you near Ingrid! If you listen you can hear her moaning right now... Don't worry, there'll be plenty of ants left for you tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that! I think I'll keep you there for the first couple of months at least. Shelley will enjoy honeying you up! When I finally tire of that I've got a few other ideas in mind for you!"

The thought of herself sharing Ingrid's torment made Laura shiver from head to toe and sob as she crawled. Still, she was so damned horny! She'd have to find a way to masturbate herself tonight. She was sure she'd be able to find a way.

She was pretty sure...

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