THE INDUSTRY

BY THE ONE

[ part 2 ]

NOTE: ‘The Industry’ is a series of 11 chapters. It will only make sense if you read them in order!

Your New Home

Nicole became aware of lying on a cold metal table of some kind. She could feel that she was lying on her back in a spread-eagle position with her wrists and ankles chained. She forced her eyes to open, but the room was pitch black. Nicole began to panic. She was helplessly chained in a dark room, and she didn’t know where she was. Plus, she was afraid of the dark.

“Hello?” she called. “Is anyone there?”

Silence answered her. Then, she thought she heard voices. She noticed a thin beam of light framing what must be a doorway. That meant there was a hallway, and voices meant people!

“Help!” she cried, “Someone please help me! I’m in here!!”

She clearly heard people talking, and laughing. Why couldn’t they hear her?

“Hey! Somebody! Please!” She could distinguish male voices now. There were at least three men in the hall, and they were all laughing! She was yelling as loud as she could, and they were laughing! Maybe just a little louder…

“HELP ME, PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP…”

The door banged and a man thundered, “WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!? We’re trying to talk out here, and I can’t here myself over your screaming!”

He slammed the door shut.

Nicole was stunned. Why hadn’t he helped her. Why had he been angry at her yelling instead of surprised to see a teenage girl chained to a table? Then, the pieces started to fit together. She hadn’t been kidnapped and hidden in some random place. She had been taken to…somewhere…where they wanted her. They knew she was there. As a matter of fact, when she listened very carefully, she could hear other cries for help. Other young, female voices.

It hit her. This was organized kidnapping. Nicole started to feel sick.

After another five minutes, her door opened again. Two men walked in, one carrying a box. The other flicked a switch on the wall and dazzling white lights in the ceiling burst to life. After Nicole’s eyes adjusted, she realized she was totally naked. She felt her face flush with humiliation.

Just then, another man walked in. The first thing Nicole noticed was his size. He was enormous, at least compared to the other two men in the room, who seemed to shy away from him with fear. He wasn’t fat, but he must have been a weightlifter. The next thing that reached Nicole’s senses was the smell. He smelled of expensive alcohol mixed with tobacco, along with the distinctive odor of someone who didn’t shower very often. Nicole let her eyes drift to his face. He had wild facial hair, not quite a beard, but there was enough to be made into one. There was a cigar clamped in his mouth and a halo of smoke followed him. He had dark sunglasses on, preventing Nicole from seeing his eyes.

“Well hello, Nicole,” he said, “So nice that you could join us here.”

His voice was more unbearable than his appearance. It had an evil sound to it, like liquid metal: warm, but fluid and deadly. Nicole tried not to be intimidated.

As calmly as she could, she asked, “And where is ‘here’?”

“Why, this is your new home! It is my business and my livelihood. I call it The Industry. Do you like it, Nikki?”

Nicole’s anger flared. Ever since elementary school, she had hated being called ‘Nikki.’

“Don’t call me that!” she growled, “And how do you know my name anyway?”

“I’m sorry, Nicole,” the man grinned, showing yellow teeth, “I’ll remember that you like your name. I know your name, by the way, from my assistant, Mr. Clarke.”

As if on cue, a man glided around the big man’s bulk. It was the man who had kidnapped Nicole from the art museum!

“You!” she cried, straining at her chains, “I hope you die!”

“Well, if it isn’t pretty little Nicole,” he said in his hissing voice, “Such a clean, bright little thing. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Shut up, you perverted--”

In an instant the big man had shoved past the kidnapper and was in Nicole’s face, cutting off whatever insult she was going to throw at Mr. Clarke.

“You have quite a mouth on you, you little cunt,” he spoke smoothly, “If you can’t learn to control your words and your temper, you will find yourself in a lot of pain.”

Nicole remained defiant. She didn’t cringe under his threats. He saw her determination and sighed.

“I suppose I’ll have to scare you.” He leaned down a few inches from her face and took off his sunglasses. A moan escaped Nicole’s throat as he stared at her. His irises were piercing blue with tiny black points for pupils. But the worst part was the rest of the eyes. Where there should have been white, everything was black, like shark’s eyes. She tried to squirm away, terrified by the gaze of this…creature. He was human, but he definitely was not normal. He grinned at her as he watched her face fill with fear.

“Now, will you be a good girl from now on?” He gripped her face and forced her to look into his eyes.

“Y-y-yes!” she stammered.

“Good.” He put his dark glasses back on and Nicole felt as if she had been released from some strange grip on her. Her whole body felt weak and she started to cry.

“Now,” he said, “I must be going. Mr. Clarke, acquaint Nicole with her new life. I have other matters to attend to.” He lumbered out of the room.

The two men with the box visibly relaxed when he was gone.

Mr. Clarke smiled sweetly at Nicole. “Now, little Nicole, you will take your first step towards life here. I’m going to release you, but if you make any move to escape, I will not hesitate to hurt you. Clear?”

Nicole nodded.

Mr. Clarke pushed a button under the table and Nicole’s chains were released. She got up slowly, trying to hide her naked body.

“You will go over to that box and put on the clothes in it.”

She obeyed. Opening the box, she saw black fabric. When she unfolded the garment from the box, she saw that it was a leather corset. Its straps didn’t go over the shoulders; rather they curved inward to connect to a collar ending in the front with metal D-rings.

Also in the box was a matching leather thong, a ball gag, handcuffs, and a padlock. One of the men signaled her to hurry up by slapping her hard on the ass.

Nicole quickly pulled the thong up her legs. She pulled the corset over her head and wiggled until it slid into place. It was difficult due to the tough ribbing. The strict supports pushed Nicole’s already perfect breasts into a higher, fuller position and held them there. When she was dressed, Mr. Clarke came over and pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. He pulled the ball gag into her mouth despite her resistance and buckled it behind her head. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the ball, but it was too tight. Finally, he hooked the padlock through the D-rings on the straps of the collar. He pulled them tight around Nicole’s neck and clicked the lock closed. Nicole squealed in protest.

Chuckling, Clarke explained that this was the uniform girls were required to wear, minus the ball gag and cuffs. He took her ponytail in his hand and guided her toward the door. In the hall there was a golf cart waiting for them. Clarke sat Nicole down in the passenger seat and got behind the wheel. As they started off, Clarke began to explain to Nicole what the place was.

“I’m going to be straightforward with you, Nicole. The Industry is a sex business. We provide a home for abandoned and orphaned girls. We give them shelter, warmth, and food. In exchange, they provide their services for our profit. Every night customers come to our doors in search of a perky, sexy young girl to have their way with, for a price of course.

Observe…”

They drove through double doors that opened automatically, and Nicole gasped.

They had entered a very long, high, room. It looked like an old warehouse, but lining the walls on both sides were rows of large cells. They were very elegant, with thick red carpets, overstuffed furniture, bunk beds, and a small room in each that Nicole guessed was a bathroom. But, inside the cells were girls, all roughly Nicole’s age. They were all dressed in the same black leather thongs and corsets with locking collars. As the golf cart drove past, some of them looked excited, some were sad, others were strangely uninterested. Most came to the bars of their cells to look out at the newcomer. Nicole flushed from all the eyes on her.

Clarke looked at her. “Meet your new acquaintances, Nicole. You are now one of them.”

He looked at the cell numbers as they passed them. “Ah! Here we are! Number 119. Sorry I couldn’t explain more about your new life, but I have to go. Just ask your roommates. They will be eager enough to tell you all about it.” He stopped the golf cart and pulled Nicole out. When the cuffs and gag came off, she was suddenly desperate. If the cell door closed on her, she would never escape. He was much stronger than her, though, and with almost no effort he pushed her into her cell and slammed the door.

“No!” she cried, clutching the bars and pulling at the door, “No, no, no!!! Please don’t do this to me! I’m not homeless! I have a family, and…”

“Of course, I forgot to mention,” Clarke added, “I am the head of the Industry’s kidnapping team. We find unsuspecting, sexy things like you and simply pluck you from the streets, or wherever you may be at the time. Our stealth and skill are unmatched, even by the police, who have been baffled by the disappearances we have caused for fifteen years! No one, not one of the girls who have entered here, have ever escaped. No one! So you can stop trying to pry that door open. It’s a titanium-enforced latch. A truck couldn’t pull it open. Believe me, we’ve tested them.” He hung a clipboard on a rail outside the cell. “Goodbye for now, Nicole. I’ll see you from time to time!” He waved and drove away in the golf cart. “No! Please!!!” Nicole screamed and cried, fighting the bars. “No…” She collapsed in a sobbing heap. The other girls watched her with sympathy. They felt bad for her, but knew that, like them, she would adjust to her new life…