I had long since started to regret my decision to come here, but that did me little good. The white, glaring walls made of identical pieces of plastic started to grate on me. I hated how everything looked the same, the panels with their rounded corners that stretched on endlessly, the small rooms with the build-in closets and nightstands, the white uniforms everybody wore. I was going crazy, and I wasn’t the only one. Only a little more than three months had gone by since the start, and the first two had been okay. The surroundings had been new and futuristic, and we felt like space pioneers on their way to colonize a faraway planet. We got to know each other and had to figure out how everything worked. We had to get organized, draw up schedules and assign duties. But once the initial excitement faded, it became obvious that we were lacking entertainment.

Which was somehow weird because we were entertainment, or at least we were supposed to be. When I applied for The Compound, it had seemed thrilling. The public had gotten bored with the always repeating reality formats, with Z-level stars being their intolerable selves while they performed stupid or gross (and lately usually both) challenges and voted each other out of the running. The Compound sounded different. A five years social experiment, no leaving, no endless interviews and scripted voting, no stupid, random rules imposed from outside, just a closed off group of strangers having to reinvent society.

They built The Compound far away from any coast in international waters, anchored to the seafloor at a depth of a few thousand feet. Food was sent down from supply ships in pressure-resistant containers with a chain system we couldn’t influence. Water was filtered from the sea. A tide turbine generated electricity for the lights, stoves and heating, for the thousands of cameras embedded everywhere and for creating oxygen from sea water.

I traipsed to the large command room, as it had been named. As so often, I was the last one of the committee. I was the youngest too at eighteen.

“Collins. Finally,” Morrison said with a glare. He was a former teacher, retired in his early forties for reasons nobody knew, intelligent and reasonably handsome, certainly fit enough to work. I thought he was a creepy asshole, be he was a knowledgeable creepy asshole and people listened to him.

“It’s not my fault you scheduled the meeting so close after lunch and signed me up for cleanup duty,” I shot back with a matching glare. Maybe it was my fault since I spent half an hour goofing around with Mary-Lu, but they couldn’t know that.

“Being as it may, I call the thirty-fifth twice-weekly meeting of the committee in order. As you all know, the most pressing matter is food. The quality needs to improve or we’ll have a mutiny on our hands.”

I didn’t really care about a mutiny. Between the fifty of us, it hardly mattered who ran the compound. I had been pretty surprised when I was voted onto the committee in the first place. Something about both representing the younger members and sending enough females, they said.

“Did you get an answer about that?” Jenkins said and tightened her scrunchy.

“I did,” Morrison answered and straightened a sheet of paper. “Their answer is pretty short and to the point. The quality of our meals depends solely on viewer engagement. They expect more titillating and shocking material that draws in new viewers.”

Linda McCormack sighed. “I’m not going to start running around naked or jump in the hay with someone just to raise viewing figures. And we’ve asked around for volunteers before. What are you planning to do?”

As always, she was putting it all on Morrison, even though the committee had been elected as a council of equals. I looked at Smith, who was covertly ogling Linda. He probably wouldn’t mind doing the nasty with her in front of the always present cameras if she let him.

I didn’t like it at all when Morrison’s gaze fell on me and stayed there. I was prepared to do a lot to earn the two hundred grand which every year in The Compound would net me, but we still had years to go, and it was going to be my decision how far I went and with who.

“I got another answer from the higher-ups,” he said, not moving his gaze away. “As I suspected, we are completely outside of legal jurisdiction. There is nothing that stops us from inventing our own laws however we want.”

Smith, the horny pervert, was getting excited by it. Rhonda Jenkins looked thoughtful for a moment, then her gaze shifted to me too and I got a queasy feeling. “We are authorized to make all necessary decisions that affect the compound, so our votes are law,” she stated slowly, still staring me in the eyes. “Someone has to get naked. I put the motion before the committee to forbid Amy Collins from wearing clothes or otherwise covering her body. Who is in agreement?”

“Wait!” I cried out, jumping up so fast that my chair scraped across the floor and clattered backwards. I couldn’t believe it when all hands but mine went up.

“The motion is accepted. Amy, take off your clothes.”

I walked backwards away from the large table and shook my head. “You can’t make me!” I snapped at the older people who seemed utterly at ease with that crazy idea.

“I propose to grant our inhabitants any means necessary, including bodily force and physical restraints, to enforce Miss Collin’s nudity.”

A painful knot formed in my guts. “You planned this!” I accused Morrison, who looked like the cat who ate the canary, while everybody raised their hand. “You fucking perverts schemed behind my back, and you were all in on it, weren’t you?” Nobody denied it, which was answer enough. “I fucking knew it! You’re all sickos! Don’t think I haven’t seen you ogling my ass, Smith! Why did you end your teaching career, Morrison? Did they catch you with your cock in a student?”

My diatribe cost me. When I finally realized that they really meant this, and that my words didn’t have an effect, Smith and Rhonda were blocking the exit. I tried to find a way out of this mess, but Morrison was already advancing on me, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“Don’t touch me!” I growled. “I’ll hurt you!”

He laughed and took another step forward. I jumped forward too and swiped my hand at his head to claw at his face, but my wrist felt like it hit solid rock. Then my arm was twisted behind my back, and I cried out in pain.

Morrison had no trouble at all to push me back to the table. My thighs hit the edge, and my upper body was pushed down on it with an uumph. “Fuck you, Morrison!” I gasped. Then I shrieked. I tried to kick, but someone held my ankles in place, and my panties slid down my legs. The hem of my dress was pulled up, and cool air touched my ass. I wailed when I realized that millions of viewers were seeing this.

The shame was nothing compared to the hard spank that rocked my body forward.

“I’ll give you twenty for starters. Then I’ll ask you whether you agree to do as we decided. I’ll repeat it as often as I need to.”

“You’re sick!” I gasped, but then his large hand set my other ass cheek on fire.

He hit my ass fast and hard, alternating between my buttocks, the smacks echoing in the large room. Fire exploded on my ass over and over, and the edge of the table bit into my thighs. My legs started kicking to no avail. Tears started trickling down my cheeks. I tried to hold in my sobs, but I couldn’t. I was fucking pathetic.

It took me almost a minute to realize he had stopped, and my sniffles slowed.

“Do you have enough, Amy?” he asked. “Are you going to be a good girl and do as the committee voted?”

“Fuck you!” I whined.

He instantly started hitting with fresh vigor, and my sobs started again as well, getting louder and rising in pitch with every painful impact on my helpless ass.

“How about now?” he asked. It felt like he was speaking through a fog.

I didn’t know how I managed to find the strength. Maybe I just had to hold out long enough and he would give up. He couldn’t keep hitting me all day, could he? “I won’t!” I hissed. “Find someone else, pervert!”

“Very well,” he said, and my muscles tensed.

“Wait!” I heard Linda say. “Since we voted that any means are acceptable, let me try something.”

I didn’t know what she was planning. My body stiffened. Was she going to hit me?

Nothing could have prepared me for the fluttery sensation of fingertips between my thighs. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but stronger legs blocked my movement and prevented that.

“No!” I sobbed. “That’s rape!”

“Who agrees that touching Amy’s body in any conceivable way is perfectly acceptable?”

I didn’t have to look around, even if I could have, to know that all hands but mine were up.

Fingernails danced lightly over my vulva and tickled my pussy lips. Another fingertip softly slid around the entrance to my vagina. Little sparks started dancing on my skin, no matter how much I tried to hate this. Linda knew what she was doing, and she was patient enough to wait until my tension broke and my body resigned itself to the stimulation. I cried softly when I felt the heat and moisture in my pussy intensify, knowing that Linda could feel it. Seconds later, her finger wiggled inside me, and she started moving it in and out, tickling my sensitive walls, turning my sobs in moans.

“You have to alternate the stick with the carrot, Jacob,” Linda said, “and it will be so much more effective.” Her finger found a spot on the front of my vagina wall that triggered a wave pleasure. My head tilted backwards, and a long, shaking moan flowed over my lips. She kept rubbing that spot, and my legs started trembling. With horror I realized I was going to come within a few seconds if she kept this up.

“Now you can continue,” Linda said and withdrew her fingers.

My ass was already incredibly sore when Morrison’s hand cracked down on it again, and the pain burned like fire. I cried out, my voice breaking every time he hit me. Then something weird happened. The heat from my ass spread out through my whole lower body, turned into a deep, needful throbbing, and suddenly I was struggling in vain to keep from cumming. My breath was racing, my throat uttering fast, high-pitched moans.

Two more hard slaps hit my buttocks and sent me over the edge. I cried out and moaned, my voice breaking, my body twitching with waves of horrible pleasure.

I was utterly spent when I came down, and the realization that I had just climaxed in front of millions of strangers while I was spanked horribly hard made me want to hide in the deepest, darkest corner.