The Inspector of Prisons
Chapter 1 The Inspector
I woke just as the plane was banking for final approach into Khym International
Airport. Seated beside me on the flight from Mexico City was Tina Alverse. The
18-year-old was still asleep, oblivious to the stares of the male passengers in
first class, who could hardly miss the busty blond teen in her skintight
halter-top and seemly painted on hip-hugger short shorts. Adding to it where her
air-conditioned chilled nipples clearly visible through the thin peacock blue
material. Her shorts where so tight that the material rode up between her
prominent labia. Little did she know that I had been requested to keep an eye on
her during the flight. My orders had come directly from the Justice Ministry,
as I was leaving a very private meeting with some Asian clients, who where
seeking more of shall I say 'units' from the Khym Prison system. Normally it
this was not part of my job but as Prison Inspector the call for my services
took me into some strange venues. The trip had been pleasant enough, everything
first class. The buyer pleased at always with both quality and transport of
their merchandise. However I was anxious to get home, large cities where not my
thing, and I hate to fly. Tina stirred a bit as the landing gear descended, she
had no idea that her shopping trip on daddy's credit cards was about to end. In
fact daddy's everything was coming to end. He, being the vice president of a
local bank had just left the country with much of the bank's funds and his
twenty something secretary. Only her mother, grandmother, and older sister were
left, and by now they were hanging by her wrists totally naked, coated with
sweat, in the interrogation cells three levels below the main court complex,
howling under the guard's whip. I had met her mother a few times at the city
country club, a true trophy wife, tall slim, very buxom and not afraid to show
it.
As we rolled to a stop I could see that Tina's transportation was waiting, a
Security Force jeep and four officials, ready to escort the unknowing teen to
the security compound adjoining the airport. I decided to go along with them as
my Land Rover was parked near.
I smiled, all was as it should be in Khym. The country's history provided a firm
foundation for today's culture and government. An example of civility, taste,
and discretion if ever there was one. But few knew the nation's real history
and secrets as I did.
First settled by the Spanish in the 1600s, Khym is still much the same, a lush
tropical country. Bordered by the ocean on the west and the high mountains on
the east. The coastal range makes the dense jungle interior difficult to get to
even today. Only one major river affords a passage through the coastal range
into the lush tropical rain forest. Khym City lies at the mouth of this river,
the Marta. When the Spanish arrived they enslaved the local population and
forced them to build several roads into the interior, but this soon proved too
difficult. So they built barges and used native slaves to pull them by ropes up
the Marta River. Most of the men fled into the jungle leaving only their women
to serve the Spanish. These short muscular, dark brown females where able to
endure extreme conditions. In one journal of the day a boat captain describes a
typical slave, "Nature has provided our travels in this strange land with the
perfect beast of burden. The Indian female is both able to endure the harsh
condition and labor for long periods on the smallest of rations. She is short,
yet blessed with powerful legs, and strong back. In the villages they wear a
simple garment around the waist stopping just below the knee and a long tunic.
But once enslaved no this is no longer needed. They appear to mature early,
developing large full breasts, tipped with thick brown nipples and huge aureole.
Even the younger ones can carry heavy burdens, for miles. Their dark skin and
thick black hair protects them from the sun, and wind. Worked in small groups,
with a lead bitch, they can be driven hard once an example is made. Flogging the
dominant bitch is preferred. A hundred lashes with the braided whip while
suspended by the wrists, in front of the others is always a good lesson. These
females also seem very responsive to the cock, and in more than one hole, a
welcome bonus for my men!" Another writer of the day describes a trip up river:
"It was a voyage of conquest, as our boats made it slowly up river into the
unexplored interior. Twenty females strained from sunup to sundown pulling on
the two chains at the head of each boat. Shackled totally naked with wrists
behind their backs and attached to the chains they labored with rough canvas
hoods over their heads, all except the ones in front. This insured that a
wholesale revolt was impossible. The long whip of the leand taskmaster burned
into their bare butt cheeks and thighs at the slightest hesitation. Passage was
easy in the thigh deep water at the river edge. By mid morning their naked
bodies would glisten with sweat, the moans of labor growing louder and the yelps
of the taskmaster's whip on bare female flesh melded with sounds of the
splashing water." Three hundred miles up river they discovered a huge ancient
Mayan complex. Soon gemstones where found and an outpost built. The slaves built
a fort on one ruin, Point Marta, and worked the muddy streams for riches. This
went on for over a hundred years. Generations of slaves breed for hard labor.
Many lived naked their entire lives. The use of female slaves made it possible
to supply outposts even deeper in the jungle. One of the largest was at the end
of a long thin 80-mile long lake. The lake begins five miles east of the
original riverside fort. Today this outpost is known as the Compound. It's now
used by the military as a jumping off point to fight the rebels deeper in the
mountains.
After the Spanish came English plantation owners, and Negro slaves. In the years
around World War II the Germans arrived, with a large influx just after the war.
With them came, both money, and a penchant for a very private life style. There
has always been rumor of the Germans bringing with them captive females from
conquered nations of the east, held in secret compounds on remote plantations.
The ruling society is very close knit and extremely conservative. They have
found a low profile is the best policy. Khym is a democracy, and for a third
world country quite prosperous. Off shore oil fields bring in enough money to
make education up through college free and available to all. Control is the key,
as with the tourist business and its casino's, kept in a confined and controlled
area on an off shore island, the revenues supporting much of the state's
military. The plantations just over the coastal range export exotic fruits,
orchids and sugar cane. Banking houses, even more secret then the Swiss allow
the population to be tax-free. All this and an aggressive ecology program keep
foreign interests out. It is not legal for anyone but a citizen to own a
business or land. The borders are tightly controlled, and though there is a
slight drug problem, the trade is run by a secret unit of the security forces,
as is the sex trade. The state brothels serve both the tourist trade and the
local population. The general population is not wealthy by any means but quite
comfortable, with low cost medical care and housing. Employment among the male
population is almost total. Business thrives in a low crime atmosphere. Laws
that allow for employers to have custody of female employees who commit crimes
aid this. It is common for a female employee accused of a crime involving her
employer to be remanded into her employer's custody for many years. His control
over her being total and rigorous.
The only areas of unrest are the feminist rebels. The most radical are fighters
in the western mountains, where they find refuge in neighboring Cordoba. The
ones at the university are well infiltrated by spies for the security forces,
but are left to carry on their activities at a low level. Now and then a raid is
mounted and suspects rounded up. These healthy 18 to 20 year old make for strong
workers where ever they are used. Many end up serving long terms in the jungle
prisons working the gem stone mines or hauling supplies for the military on the
jungle trails. Others serve in government brothels or are leased out to
plantations for slave labor. Some are even sold to 'private' collectors. There
is no official number of these young female slaves but it's thought to be more
than a few hundred. No one really protests, as the revenue for the government
is a foundation of Khym's way of life. Here trials are swift and sentences
harsh. Polygamy is secretly tolerated, so a daughter arrested may end up with
her mother taken into custody as well, if the husband wishes to rid himself of
both. These 'gentleman's' agreements are common in the male dominated world of
Khym. A few weeks in the sub-basement interrogation cells of the Central Court
seem to always bring guilty pleas.
The civilian government and the military share the Prison system. It's made up
of 5 main facilities. The over all control lying with the Bureau of Prisons,
which devotes itself not to rehabilitation but to economic success. All
prisoners are highly valued as property and every effort is made to prevent any
permanent injury, or scaring. This is a number one rule with all the staff.
In Khym the fate of a prisoner is often left up to her lawyer or her husband if
she has one. In a domestic abuse case the female is most often found guilty and
her husband dictates her prison conditions. He will assume this role for years
even if remarried. Often visiting the prison where he can dictate the treatment
and conditions under which is wife, current or divorced serves.
One of the harshest prisons is Camp 5, a short-term facility near the capital.
Military Camp 5 is located 12 miles north of Khym City. Up a narrow road into
the coastal mountains. The base is under high security. Two checkpoints must be
passed before getting to the main gate. It is the home base for the Special
Forces combating the rebel menace. These elite soldiers are trained in finding,
capturing and interrogation rebels. Within the camp is an under ground bunker
used to house captive, female rebel officers and other high officials of the
movement, often university professors. Two high barbed wire fences surround the
bunker. The low flat roofed concrete building has no windows and only one
entrance, it is reached by walking down a short flight of stairs. The steel door
at the bottom leads to a dimly lit passage, with five doors on each side and two
at the ends. Each door has a small sliding view panel in the upper half, a clip
board hangs beside each door with information pertinent to the inmate. Beyond
the solid outer cell door is another one of bars with a few feet separating
them. These are all single prisoner cells. Constructed of concrete, with iron
rings in the walls and ceiling. The only light is in a wire covered ceiling
recess, and controlled by a switch from the outside. Once the outer door is
closed and the light turned off the cell is pitch black. Temperature in the
cells averages in the high nineties, with humidity just as high. A drain hole
in the floor is the only toilet, and it can be opened and closed from a lever on
the outside. Some cells have an iron mesh cot, but there are no mattress's. Cell
rules are simple, prisoners are always naked and chained when in their cells.
Chaining means wrists behind the back, unless a prisoner is chained to the wall
or suspended from the ceiling, or chained out on her cot. This is an all female
unit, and most of the time it full. The two cells at the end of the passage are
used for prisoner interviews. On the lower level there are six more cells, two
of them being larger then the others. One of the larger cells has five small
doors on one wall. Each door is two feet by two feet, covering a three by two by
two-foot high isolation cell. Prisoners must crawl in on their knees. Below the
small doors is a concrete lip with a hole in the center. This hole can be
plugged with a little cover to contain a few inches of water within the cell.
When all the small doors are open for daily inspection all that can be seen are
the butt cheeks and chained ankles of five naked females. In the center of the
main cell is a rough wooden post, toped by a set of wrist shackles. Along the
wall opposite the isolation cells are pegs with whips, straps, plugs, and
chains. The cell next to the isolation unit is used for interrogations. There is
a large wooden table and chairs for the interrogator and visitors. Two heavy
metal chains, bolted to the floor are used for the prisoners, as well as a rack
on one wall and a large bench with shackles on the legs. The prisoner chair
bolted to the floor has most of the seat cut out, and the back is a long cross
bar for chaining the arms out. Shackles on the legs can spread a prisoner open
for full viewing. On the bench are two upright posts for leg shackles. It is
sometimes called the 'fucking bench', as a prisoner can be chained ass up or on
her back with legs up and wide open. Her head strapped down to the other end is
waist high for a guard to cock train her. At the end of the passage leading to
these two cells are three metal grates in the floor covering pits for difficult
prisoners. They are only four or five feet deep, allowing a prison's wrists to
be chained to the iron cover grate. It's not uncommon for a prisoner so spend
some time in these 'holes'.
However Camp 5 is not the main jail for Khym City, that facility is under the
central courthouse, in the citadel district. The basement of the huge old
colonial style building has a vast tunnel complex of holding cells,
interrogation rooms, and transport garages. On the level below that, several
small cells where used for special prisoners on their way to camp 5 for military
interrogation or the other prisons. It is also through this level that tunnels
connect the various government buildings. Some of these tunnels have electric
carts, used by the civil servants, and others remain known to only a few with
the authority to pass the electronic doors. But it was not unusual for the
average civil servant to see a female prisoner, stripped to the waist or even
naked being marched in heavy shackles between two guards, on her way to the
transport area. All female prisoners are shackled in transport chains when out
of their cells. Neck, wrist, waist and ankle chains are required. With her
wrists in steel cuffs behind her, a metal pole extends from the back of the neck
chain to her wrists, cuffs half way up the pole bring the elbows together almost
touching. Another chain connects to the middle of the two-foot chain between the
ankles. It ends at the wrist cuffs. In transport chains the prisoner is forced
to strand strictly upright, with her chest up and out. If the prisoner is
totally naked a guard may add a thin tight leather strap to the waist chain.
This strap passing between her legs pressed deep between the butt cheeks and
labia. This 'cunt' strap can hold a vaginal and anal plug in place if needed.
Some prisoners also require the addition of punishing clit clip. A high security
elevator is used to take prisoners directly to the courtrooms above to appear
for trail. Those going for sentencing are often taken directly from their cells,
appearing before the judge and whatever public is present, totally naked in
their chains. To their shame and humiliation the press is allow to photograph
them for restricted use.
The courthouse cells are the first a prisoner sees when taken into custody by
the security forces. It might be for something as minor as a traffic violation
or as serious as rebel activities. In Khym society women can expect to be
treated with a swift and harsh justice system found no where else. It's routine
to have female drivers strip naked for a traffic violation, step out of her car
and wait at the roadside, with hands behind her head and legs wide while the
security forces check her papers and search her car. This is both accepted and
encouraged by the population to prevent rebel activities. After an hour or so,
she may be let go or brought in to the Central Court Jail for further
questioning. This can last up to a week if no charges are filed. It is little
wonder that women offer their bodies when stopped by a security officer. And
just as common for him of accept. For petty crimes a woman may have to do public
service as well as be put on display in the humiliation rooms of the Court
building. Heavy labor on the public roads or laboring in the sewage treatment
plant for months is the usual public service. This is performed with the minimum
of clothing, in chains. A recent development for a crime committed against an
employer or business is to turn the woman over to the owner of the company for
up to five years or more. He then has total control over her life, from her
wages, to work hours. Many employers now have special apartments for these
'employees'. They demand long work hours and full sexual service, with the
threat of prison ever present. Most bosses have their work release females spend
weekends and vacations in their homes confined to cells build in their
basements. They may also pass her round to the board of directors if it's a
large company. And when on the job, humiliation is the standard, her dress and
conduct strictly dictated by her boss. It's easy to spot a work release
employee by her revealing dress and humbled behavior. Most have a hard time
sitting on Monday mornings because of the whip welts they earned on the weekend
in their bosses hidden cells, deep beneath his home.
The Marta River Prison is perhaps the best known and least visited, as it is
three hundred mile up river in the jungle interior. A facility for females
serving terms up to life, prisoner conditions are very primitive. The gem stone
mines are directly below the main prison house. Dating back to the Spanish
explorers who built a fort on top of Mayan ruins the prison has almost 200
cells. Females work a 16 to 18 hour day, with no days off, and few breaks for
water and food.
The Youth Correctional Facility houses those not ready for the adult prisons but
deemed a problem for society. In most cases they are like Tina where the father
had been engaged in some criminal activity and left the country. Located just
over the coastal ranch one hundred miles into the jungle it was rarely visited
by outsiders and well guarded. The low flat roofed building serve partly as a
school, work camp, and discipline center. Classes for those who are not in
discipline demanded strict attention, talking was not tolerated. A barracks of
sorts houses the teens. Most go on to the adult facilities. Discipline was as
harsh as any other prison. Below the main classroom building on two underground
levels forty individual cells confine those in need of the strict methods
applied to wayward youth. Some spend only a few days down there others for much
longer periods. There where many rules and many more punishments. Everything has
to be earned, including clothing. The isolation unit was almost always full.
It was this unit where Tina would be spending much of her time once the court
system was finished with her.
After a final approach up the coast we landed smoothly at Khym International
Airport. I waited on the plane till Tina reached the tarmac. With swift
efficiency the security detail cuffed and placed her in the jeep. I gave them a
wave and hopped in beside her. 'What is this all about!' she screamed, as she
struggled against the cuffs on her wrists and elbows that pinned her arms behind
her back. 'You and your mother have been placed under arrest for bank fraud
crimes committed by your father before he left the country with is secretary.
You are to be taken to a security area near here and made ready for transport to
interrogation, after with a judge will hear your case.' Barked one of her
guards. She looked defiant but said nothing. The guard's eyes moved to her
chest, as he leaned over to pull up her top. Out popped her large firm breasts,
sporting big brown aureole several inches across. She had no tan lines.
'Security policy,' he said grinning at me, 'females are transported bare to the
waist.' Tina blushed in shame. Just as we arrived at the high walled security
area, the ten-foot high metal doors slide open as we quickly pulled into the
parking area next to a white washed building. Tina was lifted out of the jeep by
her arms, uncuffed, stripped completely naked, and re-shackled in ankle, waist,
neck, and wrist chains. She wined when the elbow cuffs pulled her arms together
behind her back. A little trickle of sweat flowed down her spine. The guard
grabbed her by the hair forcing her head back and ordered, 'MARCH BITCH!' Tina
did her best, in spite of her eighteen-inch ankle chains to keep up with the two
guards who held her arms as they marched her through a door into another walled
in area. There she was forced to her knees and told not to move. Her eyes grew
large at the sight of a woman hanging by her wrists from a horizontal beam, feet
unable to reach the ground. The prisoner was totally naked, bathed in sweat.
Standing next to her a guard raised his arm and lashed out with a braided
leather whip. It connected with the back of her thighs just below her butt
cheeks. For an instant she did not react then leaped in her chains howling. She
looked to be just slightly older then Tina, thin, hard bodied. I watched as
several more lashes where applied to her quivering butt cheeks. Tina was
shivering, as I turned to see the Commander Santos greet me. 'Good after noon
Inspector, nice to see you again. I was advised you would be escorting this one.
Let me show you around, we have just broken up a rebel plot here at the
airport.' Leading me over to two small metal boxes he opened the lid of the
first one. In side looking up, squatted a heavy set middle-aged female, secured
by her neck chain to either side of the box, arms tightly behind her. Sweat
dripped into her eyes as she blinked in the sudden light. A large ball gag
filled her mouth, strands from her dirty matted hair clung to her face. She
looked exhausted. In the next box was another prisoner, about the same age,
equally naked. Bright red welts covered her loose breasts. The nipples had not
been spared. 'These two ship out this afternoon, for camp 5, the one you just
brought in is going there too, a change of plans, something about state
security.' Said the Commander amid the howls coming from the whipped prisoner.
We just had time for an iced beer in the air-conditioned shed before the
transport van arrived. All four prisoners where chained on the metal seats
running along the inside walls of the van. The one who had been whipped was
dragged aboard by to guards. The seats must have been hot the way the prisoners
reacted. Each was ankle chained to floor rings, followed by a chain at the waist
and just below the breasts securing them tightly to the wall, and then their
arms pulled straight up to a ceiling ring. A penis gag filled their mouths. And
lastly a rough cloth bag secured over their heads. The guard gave Tina a hard
slap across one bare tit, nodding that all was ready. She yelped. The rear door
slammed shut with a loud band as they pulled out.
My Land Rover had been brought over from the airport. I got in turned on the air
and followed the van out.
The outside temperature read ninety-eight, a nice summer day in Khym. I would
check on Tina in a few days but now it was time to go home. Taking the foot hill
road into the coastal range where my house overlooked the city was always a
pleasure at dusk, just as the lights of the capital where coming on.
