THE INDUSTRY

BY THE ONE

[ part 7 ]

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

Feel the Burn

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Amy was in too much pain to go to dinner, even with pain medication. It seemed to Nicole that her knee was getting worse all the time.

When the guards called the girls for mealtime, Nicole stayed behind with Amy, much to her protest.

“Go, Nicole. You need to eat.”

“So do you!”

“I can’t get up! Go, please!”

“What if Smith comes?”

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” Amy shook her head in despair.

“Amy, I wouldn’t be able to eat even if I go. I’m too worried about you. You’re helpless in here! I’m staying with you.”

Though she tried not to show it, Amy was grateful for Nicole’s loyalty. No one had cared about her in a long time, and it was good to have a friend who supported her.

“Thanks, ‘Cole.”

For a moment, Nicole was surprised. Only her closest friends had ever abbreviated her name like that. She smiled despite their grim situation, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Amy. She searched for something so say to give her hope.

“Maybe he won’t do anything. Maybe he was just bluffing.”

“Smith never bluffs, ‘Cole. He’ll come for me. He may take a week, but he’ll come for me.”

Again, Nicole fished for a positive thought. “Well…maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.”

The look on Amy’s face let Nicole know that was no good. “If it’s Smith, it’ll be bad. It’ll be beyond bad. Nicole, I can barely keep myself from fainting when I get whipped a few times. That man is going to do such horrible things to me…I’m afraid I might die.”

Thinking she was being sarcastic, Nicole laughed, “Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Seriously!” Amy’s eyes were wild. “I’ve seen the things he uses to punish girls. I’ve watched him do it; he does it publicly, right out there in the aisle. It’s like watching medieval torture, Nicole. They have to clean up the mess after he’s done!”

Nicole was getting an ominous knot in the pit of her stomach. “Clean up what?”

Amy opened her mouth to answer, but stopped. She looked at the floor with deep fear in her eyes. “You’ll find out.”

Pulling Amy against her chest, Nicole said, “It’ll end. It may be bad, but it can’t last forever. You’ll come back.”

“No, Nicole. I won’t. I’ll either die myself, be killed by Smith, or go insane, but the girl you know now? She’ll never come back.”

Amy’s words pained Nicole. It couldn’t be true. One man couldn’t be that horrible. She was confident that, in her fear, Amy was just exaggerating. Be what if she wasn’t? Nicole held her friend closer, as if to save her from her inevitable fate…

When the girls were awakened for their ‘morning’ routine, a guard came by Nicole and Amy’s cell and turned Amy’s clipboard around. That would show customers that she was not available.

“See?” Nicole said, “Things are getting better already!”

“At least for a little while…” Amy agreed with a hint of a smile. Her knee looked and felt a lot better, but her impending torture severely dampened her mood.

At breakfast, everyone who saw Amy expressed their support and did their best to cheer her up. She acted happy, but inside she felt sick.

All too soon, the girls were back in their cells watching customers file past. All the rooms were quickly filled, and the delay gave Amy and Nicole about two hours together before a room became available and a tall curvy woman in a black latex bodysuit chose Nicole. She had two white belts buckled loosely around her waist. A shadowy man trailed behind her, his eyes always moving, never settling on anything for more than a few seconds. He acted like he was nervous about being there at all.

A guard led Nicole out of the cell. She smiled sweetly at the woman, who returned her politeness with a scowl. She grabbed a handful of Nicole’s hair and marched off toward the rooms. Behind her, Nicole could hear Amy call out, “Good luck, ‘Cole!” She wanted to turn and wave, but it took all her focus to walk so her hair didn’t get pulled. Her buyers finally stopped in front of a bondage room. Nicole’s stomach flip-flopped.

“Please, can’t we just go to one of the soft rooms?” she begged. The woman turned on her and ferociously slapped her in the face so hard that Nicole fell over on her back. The woman grabbed her ankles and dragged her into the room, slamming the door.

“You will not say one word unless you are spoken to first!” the woman yelled, “I am Mistress Lana. You are my slave. Clear?”

Nicole was stunned and didn’t answer for a moment. It was a moment too long. Mistress Lana slapped her face again. “CLEAR?”

“Y-y-yes, Mistress!” Nicole stammered.

“Good,” Lana snapped. She grabbed Nicole under her arms and hauled her to her feet, then pulled her over to a metal frame. A single light bulb hung above the frame; everything else in the room was shrouded in darkness. She stripped Nicole naked and chained her in a spread-eagle position with her tiptoes barely touching the floor. It was very painful, and a whimper escaped Nicole’s lips.

“What did you say?” Lana demanded.

“Nothing, Mistress! Nothing at all!”

“Liar!” she screamed, grabbing a whip.

“NO! Please! I’m sorry!” Nicole cried desperately. Images of Amy covered in welts flashed through her mind. She struggled against her chains, to no avail.

Suddenly, the whip cracked across her bare back. Nicole screamed in pain. Again, she was whipped, and again, and again. Ten lashes later, Lana threw the whip into the corner where the shadowy man had settled, like a bat. He didn’t flinch as the whip landed a few feet away from him, but his eyes were now locked on Nicole, who was collapsed in her bonds, breathing heavily. She had resisted crying so far.

Mistress Lana stepped in front of her and demanded, “What’s your name, slave?”

“Nicole,” Nicole panted.

“That’s a slut’s name. Are you a slut?”

“No!” Nicole was offended.

Lana grabbed both of Nicole’s exposed nipples and twisted hard, screaming, “You will call me Mistress when you speak, slave! Now, are you a slut!?”

“No Mistress!”

Lana released Nicole’s nipples, letting her collapse again. “Now, slave Nicole, I’m going to soften you up for my male slave to finish you off.” She pointed at the man. “If you cum before you’re permitted to, you’ll wish you were dead.”

Nicole paled.

The woman stalked back into the darkness of the room and returned with a wooden paddle. “Do you like pain?”

“No, Mistress!” cried Nicole.

“Good. You’re young, beautiful, and sensitive, just how I like it!” She wailed the paddle into Nicole’s breasts, knocking the breath out of her. As she fought to expand her reeling lungs, the paddle fell again. Nicole couldn’t cry out because there was no air in her chest. She didn’t have time to recover between blows, and she was starting to feel lightheaded.

“Please, Mistress!” she coughed, “Please stop! I can’t breathe!!”

After hitting Nicole once more with the paddle, Lana quickly took off one of the two belts that sat on her hips over her latex. While Nicole’s lungs were still contracted, she whipped the belt around her captive’s chest just under her breasts and pulled it very, very tight. She buckled it behind Nicole’s back. Nicole fought, but could do nothing as another belt was pulled just as tightly around her stomach and buckled behind her back. She could barely breathe at all.

Lana picked the paddle back up and moved around behind Nicole, who strained to turn her head and watch. In response to being watched, Lana grabbed Nicole’s hair and twisted it into a ponytail. She tied it with several tight knots of thin rope. Then she wrapped the ponytail around the metal bar over Nicole’s head and tied it there, reinforcing the knot of hair with more thin rope.

Nicole’s eyes watered from the pain of her hair being pulled, but she didn’t make a sound. Not even when Mistress Lana began furiously whacking her all over with the wooden paddle. Pain grew on her legs, her back, her butt, her breasts, and her constricted stomach. Weighted clamps were hung from her nipples. A bit gag was fitted tightly into her mouth. Her breasts were covered in painful clothespins. Still, she was silent. Tears streamed down her face, but she was silent. She could see that Mistress Lana was getting more and more frustrated as she inflicted more pain with no results.

“Fine, slave Nicole. You think you’ve won. Indeed I’m impressed; you’ve endured a surprising amount of pain without so much as a whimper. But my next treatment will have you screaming for mercy in a few minutes.”

She wrapped a black blindfold over Nicole’s eyes and replaced the bit gag with many strips of duct tape. Only her nose was left open to draw in short, restricted breaths. Nicole waited in her suddenly dark world. What was going to happen to her?

Then, she felt something rough being pulled up between her legs and fitted into her crotch. It felt like thick, coarse rope. She heard Lana’s voice saying, “Now, slave Nicole, you will know true torture.”

Nicole thought, Amy’s been through worse than this, you stupid bitch!

She jerked as the word popped into her head. She had never called anyone a bitch before! Oh, she thought in distress, who am I becoming!?

She was pulled out of her thoughts by an incredible burning sensation between her legs. AAAA!! It hurt so badly!! Even so, Nicole was determined to stay silent. She would not lose this battle.

But the rubbing continued. On and on, no matter how long Nicole held out, it would always continue. No! Not a sound!!

It stopped. The blindfold lifted. She had won!!

“Look at the rope, Nicole.”

Nicole looked and saw with horror that it had blood on it. The sensitive skin of her crotch had been rubbed raw and was bleeding from the friction the rope created. Not much, but enough to terrify her. She held her silence doggedly.

“Determined little cunt, aren’t you?” Lana asked coolly. She dipped the rope in a bucket sitting by the door where they had first come in. “You’ve been able to resist giving in even at the sight of your own blood. However, you cannot win. I can torture you all night if I have to. I won’t need to, though. In a moment, you’ll be screaming like you’ve never screamed before.”

She pulled the rope from the bucket and positioned it under her captive’s pussy. She removed Nicole’s tape gag and looked into the frightened girl’s eyes. “The rope is now saturated with a nice concoction of pure lemon juice laced with alcohol, vinegar, and a little salt. It’s the most acidic substance I can make without dissolving your skin. It should feel pretty good on those open scratches down there.”

With that, she resumed pulling the rope back and forth between Nicole’s legs. Searing pain made Nicole’s vision flash with red spots. She clamped her teeth closed and bore the pain for a little over a minute. Finally, she could take it no longer. She began screaming, throwing herself against her chains in an effort to get away from the rope. Mistress Lana only laughed. The torture continued for another ten minutes, and Nicole’s pain-ridden shrieks continued long afterward. The acid was under her skin by now, and still very active.

As she floated in her haze of torment, she heard Lana order the man to begin to have sex with her. No, no, no!!! Nicole wanted to scream, but all that came out anymore were hoarse gasps. Her voice was too strained to keep screaming. She felt his cock invade her with one thrust. As her raw crotch expanded to accommodate him, the pain intensified. She felt no pleasure from his thrusting, or the orgasm she eventually achieved. There was only pain, endless stinging and burning pain…

Upon her return to her cell, Nicole found hers and Amy’s positions reversed. Now she, Nicole, was the one collapsed on the floor racked with pain as Amy rushed, as fast as her leg would allow, to help. Once in the bathroom, Nicole stripped naked and crawled into the shower. Amy stood by and watched as Nicole turned the shower to cold water and let the stream hit her directly between her legs. She rubbed her wounded area and let her head loll back with relief, closing her eyes as the acid was washed away. She didn’t realize how odd it looked until Amy said, “Um, if you want some time alone…”

“Huh?” asked Nicole, “Oh! No, no, no! It’s not what it looks like!” She quickly explained about the acid-soaked rope.

“Aw! How horrible!” Amy gasped, “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” Nicole said as water continued to cleanse her skin of the burning acid, “Although it’s probably going to sting for a while.”

As she inspected Nicole closer, Amy saw further evidence of abuse. “What’s this?” she asked, gently touching an abrasion that encircled her friend’s stomach. A similar mark wrapped around her chest, just under her breasts.

Nicole looked down at herself and realized the extent of the damage done to her body. Welts and other marks covered her, almost everywhere. “Those are from belts,” she answered, “They were wrapped around me to restrict my breathing.”

“What all happened to you in there?” Amy asked curiously, “I saw that woman slap you so hard you fell over! Was she that mean the whole time?”

“No,” Nicole began, “She was worse.” She told Amy everything that had been done to her, from the first lash of the whip to the rope torture and acid to her painful orgasm at the end. Amy listened in shocked silence.

“All in all, it hurt a lot,” Nicole concluded, “But I don’t think there’s any permanent damage.” She rubbed a sore spot on her chest where the paddle had left a light bruise. Her nipples still showed tiny depressions where the clamps had bit into them, but they didn’t really hurt much anymore. Changing the subject, she asked, “How’s your leg? It looks better.”

“It feels better, too!” Amy said excitedly, “I can bend it now, and I can almost walk normally.” She took a few cautious steps to show off, then added, “I told you I would be fine.”

Nicole smiled, happy that there would be no lasting problems in Amy’s leg. Suddenly remembering that she was still sitting naked in the cold shower, she turned the water off and went to the laundry compartment set into the wall to get a clean corset.

Amy caught herself looking longingly at Nicole’s rear. That girl was beautiful, even when her body displayed evidence of recent abuse. Amy blushed and shifted uncomfortably as she felt her crotch tingling with desire…