THE INDUSTRY

BY THE ONE

[ part 8 ]

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

Raid

As the girls got ready to go to bed, Amy was visibly nervous. Her hands shook slightly, her eyes darted, and her voice trembled when she spoke. She had a very bad feeling that any time now, Smith would come to administer his promised punishment.

“Calm down, Amy,” Nicole tried to reassure her, “You said he might take a long time to do this. Stop worrying so much!”

“How am I supposed to stop worrying!?” Amy snapped, “I’m about to be tortured horribly by an evil, sadistic man with…inhuman…eyes. Oh, sure, just stop worrying!”

“I’m sorry,” Nicole relented, frustrated, “I’m just trying to make you feel better!”

“I know, Nicole,” came Amy’s sad response, “and I appreciate that. But I just have this feeling that the time is really, really close.”

Neither girl spoke much for the next half hour. Finally, the bell sounded for lights out. With the warehouse plunged into darkness and everyone bedding down, Amy relaxed a little.

“See?” Nicole chided, “What did I tell you?”

Amy smiled, still wary, “I guess you were right. Again.” Even so, she wanted to sleep on the side of the bed farthest away from the cell door. Amy had already removed her thong and corset for bed, and Nicole was just stepping out of her thong when the harsh fluorescent lights came back on with an electric crackle. Both girls froze.

A steely voice dripping with lust boomed out, “Wake up, wake up! You wouldn’t want to miss the show, would you?”

The color drained out of Amy’s face. “It’s him!! It’s him!!” She leaped out of bed, ignoring the ache in her knee, and began frantically looking for somewhere to hide. There was no place, so she climbed to the top bunk bed and buried herself under the covers as far from the edge as she could.

Nicole watched as Smith glided to their cell. “Good evening, Nicole,” he purred, “Can Amy come out to play?”

The sound of his metallic voice saying something like that inspired deep fear in Nicole. She didn’t know why, but it took her a moment to find enough courage to speak. “Amy’s not here right now,” she whispered weakly.

Smith grinned, his rank breath nauseating Nicole. “You are a clever one, Nicole. I’ve always liked you. But know that I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” He used a master key to unlock the cell door. Nicole leaped at him, taking a swipe at his face. Because he wasn’t ready for the attack, her strike connected and his sunglasses flew against the wall and shattered. A collective gasp came from the other girls who were watching to drama intently. The sight of his shark-like eyes filled Nicole with unnatural terror. She shrank back against the bunk bed ladder, trying to do anything to distract him from Amy.

“Oh, Nicole, Nicole, Nicole,” he said quietly, “Now you’ve gone and made me angry. If you don’t like me when I’m calm…” In a lightning-fast motion, he clenched his fist around Nicole’s throat, totally blocking her airway. “…You will hate me when I’m angry.” With a flick of his arm he threw Nicole across the cell. She landed in a heap on the floor, her head spinning from lack of air and from the impact.

Smith calmly climbed the bunk ladder, pulled the sheets (with Amy in them) off the bed, and picked her up with one arm. She fought and cried, but his arm was stronger than her whole body. He easily carried her outside and slammed the door behind him while Nicole was still dazed on the floor.

“NO! Please don’t! Please!” Amy begged, “I didn’t do anything! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Ah, but my dear Amy, my deal with your friend Katrina was that you would be punished for anything she did wrong. Trying to escape is a serious offense. I couldn’t let it slide.”

“But I didn’t do it! I would never even think of doing that!”

Smith carried her to a wheeled table brought out by two guards. He held her down while they locked her wrists and ankles in the cuffs at each corner, chaining her spread-eagle.

“Please! I’m a good girl!”

“I know that, Amy. Unfortunately, your little friend doesn’t seem to care.”

“She’s not even my friend! We never talk to each other at all!”

Two more guards were bringing Katrina out. She was chained to a table like the one Amy was on, but unlike Amy, who was naked, Katrina was wearing her corset and thong. Amy’s eyes flashed with anger as their gazes met.

“Why would you do this to me, Katrina!? Why!?” Amy cried. Katrina just looked away.

“Well,” Smith cut in, “Now, Katrina, you get to watch the innocent suffer dearly for your offenses. How do you feel?”

“Fuck you!” Katrina spat.

Smith glided over to her and jammed a bit gag between her teeth, locking it behind her head. “Shut up,” he said flatly. Returning to Amy’s side, he asked, “Are you ready, Miss Amy?”

“NO!” she cried, tears starting to run down her face, “Punish her! She’s the one who tried to escape!”

“But our agreement was very clear,” Smith said, “And now, without further ado, let’s begin.” From a drawer set under the table, he withdrew two sharp-toothed, high-tension clamps. Amy begged for mercy, but with a wicked smile, Smith grabbed her left breast, positioned the clamp, and let it close.

Amy screamed in pain as the clamp pierced her skin. Soon, more pain was coming from the right side as the second clamp was attached. Her wails drew Nicole out of her daze. She picked herself up and ran to the cell bars. The spectacle was unfolding right outside her cell, but she could do nothing to help.

Back on the table, Amy felt herself fainting. Good, she thought, I won’t be awake for the rest of it… But as she was fading, she felt Smith pry her mouth open. An extremely bitter taste filled her mouth, bringing her back to reality.

“No fainting now,” Smith said as Amy tried to spit the taste from her mouth, “That taste should keep you wide awake for a good long time!” He reached under the table and pulled out what looked like a knobby steel dildo. But when he twisted the end, little spikes jumped out of the sides. They weren’t very long, but just long enough to cause terrible pain. Amy started into a new round of screams and cries as he retracted the spikes and pushed the dildo into her pussy with one thrust. Then, mercilessly, he twisted the end. The spikes pierced the skin inside Amy’s cunt. The resulting pain was the worst the poor captive had ever experienced, but she stayed awake. Even trying to faint was pointless. So she screamed, again and again. Smith only laughed, enjoying the sounds of this tortured young girl.

After letting Amy writhe in agony for a few minutes, Smith retracted the spikes and pulled the dildo out of her. He also took off the nipple clamps. A trickle of blood flowed consistently from between her legs, as well as from the punctures on her nipples. Her face sparkled with fresh tears. Bending close to Amy’s face, Smith looked deep into her eyes, capturing her terrified gaze, seeming to paralyze her with the mere sight of his black shark-like eyes.

From her cell, Nicole watched with a sinking heart as her friend’s screams ceased. Her pupils dilated as her eyes took on a glazed look. Her body went limp in the chains. What was going on? Nicole called her name. There was no response.

Smith turned to Nicole and laughed, “She can hear you, Nicole, but she can’t answer. She is hypnotized, in a way. She cannot speak or move, and the best part is that she cannot disobey me.” Shedding his long coat, he proceeded to climb on top of his captive. The scene could have been comical if the circumstances were different; it was almost funny to see the huge man on top of the comparatively small Amy. He undid his belt and thrust toward Amy’s helpless pussy. Nicole never saw his penis, but it must have been there because Amy suddenly began moaning. She was trying to form words, but her tongue was numb in her mouth. All that came out was noise. She was experiencing indescribable pain as her injured cunt was invaded. However, she found the only sounds she could make were soft moans, as if she was enjoying it. She could not communicate her agony.

Smith was relishing the chance to have sex with this girl. Ever since she had shown up at the Industry, he had waited for this day. It was why he had made the deal with Katrina. He knew she would not care who was hurt by her actions, so he concluded that punishing Amy for Katrina’s crimes was a foolproof way to have sex with her. Not that he needed any special reason to torture a girl, but it seemed that whenever he did they were never the same. Therefore they were less appealing to customers, which resulted in less money in his pocket. Business. It all revolved around business.

Just as he was about to release his long-overdue load into his tortured captive, a commotion interrupted him. Shouts were coming from the main doorway; perhaps from late customers angry that they had missed closing time. That would be a simple problem. He withdrew, pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. He flipped his coat on with a flourish and stalked toward the door.

Now there was gunfire. An excited murmur rippled down the rows of cells as the girls strained to hear what was going on. At the sound of shots, Smith had stopped his advance and was standing prone, ready to fight, when a guard burst through the front door screaming “THE COPS ARE HERE!!!!” His scream broke the spell that held Amy silent and paralyzed. She began fighting her bonds wildly.

Smith cursed, whirled around and ran back down the aisle. He grabbed Katrina’s table and was reaching for Amy’s when a flood of guards with automatic rifles came from the back of the warehouse, running toward the skirmish outside. They kicked the double doors open and charged outside, firing into the mass of assembled police SWAT teams.

Now real excitement spread among the imprisoned girls. For most, it was the first time they had felt hope of rescue in years. Nicole, however, was focused on Smith. He had wheeled the two tables bearing Katrina and Amy to the large elevator camouflaged against the far wall of the warehouse. Amy had pointed it out once before. The doors slid open to admit Smith and his captives, then closed. Nicole couldn’t tell whether it went up or down, but she had seen the hidden switch Smith had used to call the elevator. She knew she was the only one who could save the two girls from their fates.

The firefight was all but over when the SWAT teams surged into the warehouse. They actually stopped in shock at the sight that met their eyes; two parallel rows of cells that stretched the entire length of the building, each containing several erotically dressed (and some naked) teenage girls. Their pause lasted only a moment. They quickly began moving from cell to cell, shooting the locks off of the doors. Other soldiers were sliding the doors open and ushering the newly liberated girls out of the building.

Precious moments were wasted while Nicole waited for her cell to be opened. When the men finally freed her, an officer took her by her shoulders and led her toward the door. No!! She had to get to the elevator! Tearing away from the soldier, she bolted for the spot on the wall where the call button was concealed. She ignored the man’s shouts for her to come back.

Nicole managed to lose herself in the chaos so no one tried to stop her. She reached the hidden place on the wall and smacked the button. More time was wasted waiting for the elevator to return. Finally the door opened. She ran in and frantically looked for a button to press. There were only two floors, apparently, and Nicole pushed the button for the only other floor.

The ride seemed to take forever. Nicole couldn’t tell whether it was just her anxiety that slowed time down or whether the lower floor was actually deeper below the main level than normal buildings. At last, the elevator slowed, stopped, and the doors slid open. Nicole stepped out into a dank hallway with a concrete floor. Pipes lined the ceiling; most leaked water onto the floor, making it cold, damp, and slippery on her bare feet. Bare light bulbs hung from old-looking sockets, giving the hall the look of a bad prison. Faulty wiring occasionally showered Nicole with sparks as she set off into the dim depths of the hall, following the sounds of Amy’s screams…