Mindy shuddered. Her eyes strayed back to the room and saw the girl still bent double over the chair; the man had left.
Mindy jumped when Michelle reached over and lightly touched her shoulder. 'If you would care to see more, the next room seems to have an interesting tableau.'
Mindy allowed herself to be guided to the back of the room, through a door and into another room the duplicate of the little theater they had left. This one-way mirror revealed a room decorated in late-fifteenth-century Spanish Inquisition style. Pulleys, chains and various restraining devices littered the room. A rack was partially inclined against the far wall, and – Mindy swallowed hard when she saw it – a tiny brazier blazed merrily in the center of the room.
In the brazier were four branding irons. All red-hot.
Michelle chuckled and said, 'We don't allow our patrons to disfigure the inmates. Often. And then they have to pay dearly for it.'
'Ah, look at this!' The woman settled back in a plush-lined chair with obvious eagerness to see the spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
A woman with short-cropped, nearly white hair entered the room and went to a cabinet laden with whips and short riding crops. She selected a vicious-looking, leather-wound riding crop and swatted it across her palm a few times, testing its sting. She appeared satisfied, then her mouth moved in a silent command that seemed to be, 'I'm ready.'
Michelle turned to Mindy and asked, 'Do you want sound? I can turn on the microphones. No?' She chuckled again and said, 'I don't like the sound, either. I prefer to just watch.'
From the far end of the glass-lined room came another young girl. She was brunette, a teenager for sure, and frightened out of her wits. Mindy didn't blame her at all. Not only was she stark naked, but she had been thrust into a room with a woman brandishing a wicked-looking implement of pain.
The woman with the short-cropped hair commanded the girl to kneel in front of her. Hesitantly, the girl did as she was bid. Mindy couldn't see what occurred next, but the girl apparently refused. The short leather crop descended and landed a stinging blow on the bared shoulder. It left an ugly red welt but did not break the skin.
'See? Nothing mars the beauty of a fine girl quicker than scars. We don't allow anything that will permanently disfigure our inmates. It ruins their long-term value.'
Mindy snapped, 'You don't mean inmate. You mean sex slave, don't you?' She was rewarded with a backhand slap that started her head ringing again.
'Watch your language or I'll cut your tongue from your pretty head. Some of our patrons desire absolute quiet, and that might be an added attraction for them.'
Mindy felt the warmth in her face where the long-fingered hand had slapped her. She defiantly said, 'When my dad finds out where I am, you better watch out then! He's got a mean temper.'
Michelle laughed, but it was a humorless sound, cold and eerie as a graveyard at midnight. 'Your father?' She laughed again. 'Your father won't be looking for you. He knows where you are!'
'What do you mean?' Mindy had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she knew what the woman meant, but wanted to hear it anyway.
'Your father is a heavy drinker. He is also unable to restrain himself from heavy betting. And he's not very good at either vice. He lost quite a bit of money to one of our other enterprises. He couldn't make good on his losses when asked. We therefore agreed to cancel his debts and give him five hundred dollars in exchange for a prime piece… of merchandise.'
'YOU!' The woman was triumphant.
Mindy began to cry.
Michelle looked back into the room and saw the patron stripped to the waist. The teenager was licking the platinum-haired woman's shoes while the woman unfastened the mid-calf skirt that hindered her slave's attentions.
'Come, let's go to one of the rooms. Watching this is making me horny. Does it have the same effect on you, Mindy?' The girl continued to weep. Michelle slid one arm around her and powerfully lifted. Mindy seemed to fly out of the comfortable seat and landed on her feet.
'Let's go!'
The last thing Mindy saw of the room as she glanced backward over her shoulder was the girl licking the woman's cunt while the riding crop landed stinging blows on her shoulders and back.
The kidnapped girl was pushed down the lavishly decorated hall to still another of the leather-bound doorways. Michelle kicked the portal open and shoved Mindy inside. This room was similar in many ways to the chamber outfitted from the Spanish Inquisition. Only the brazier with its flaming irons was missing; none of the chains and pulleys, ropes and straps was absent.
'Please, Michelle, please!' the girl implored, falling to her knees.
'Are you begging me so early? You're not going to be any fun at all.' Michelle went to the cabinet on the wall and stuffed her whip inside to withdraw a short lash made from braided hemp ropes. She flexed her smoothly muscled arm several times, sending the braided strips smashing into the wall with a dull thud.
Mindy wasn't sure what happened. She remembered rising to her feet and rushing Michelle, intent on strangling the woman with her bare hands. As fast as a cat, Michelle reacted with perfect coordination and skill.
Mindy was expertly snared and thrown over a well-rounded hip to land in a pile at the red-haired woman's feet. Michelle looked down at her, then smirked.
'I have a black belt in judo, and I'm quite proficient in karate as well.' With that, Michelle pivoted and drove her fist squarely down on a table top. Mindy flinched when the table split in two with the sharp report of a rifle echoing throughout the chamber. She studied the splintered table for an instant, then tried to crawl away from this most dangerous woman.
'I think it would be best for me to bind you. You could get all sorts of ideas about attacking me when my back is turned.' Michelle rummaged in the cabinet and pulled out a pair of regulation police handcuffs. A quick flick of steel flashed in the brightly illuminated room and Mindy's hands were securely fastened behind her. The cruel, unyielding metal of the handcuffs cut into her tender wrists and made her wince in pain. She could only compare it to the time in chemistry lab when she spilled sulfuric acid on herself and had not washed it off quickly enough.
It was a burning, throbbing pain that would not let her alone.
Michelle studied her handiwork, then smiled her cruel smile. 'That should keep you under control, my pretty pretty.'
Then the woman in black leather fumbled in the cabinet once again and came out with the most obscene thing Mindy had ever been forced to witness.
Michelle extracted a large dildo, rubbery and glistening. It was fastened to a belt which she quickly looped around her waist and buckled securely. There was another strap which ran between her legs and tied to the back of the belt, splitting her asscheeks and widely spreading them as well as pressing down firmly along her leather- sheathed cuntlips.
Mindy was driven out of her mind with fear and loathing. She clumsily stood, then hurled herself against the leather-clad Amazon preparing to rape her with the dildo. The mock prick bobbed and swayed as Michelle stumbled to fall heavily.
The girl bolted for the door, only to find it securely fastened. With her hands locked behind her, Mindy knew instantly that she was caught in a trap from which she could not easily escape.
Michelle stood, rubbing a bruised shoulder. Her voice was iceberg cold. 'You should never have done that, my pretty pretty. I shall be forced to discipline you. But it is for your own good. Otherwise, you might continue to resist the inevitable.'
A long, ebony leather whip fell from that seemingly endless array of apparatus in the cabinet. Michelle twitched slightly and the whip uncoiled. A rippling of her shoulder muscles apparent through the tight leather garments produced an overhand snapping of the lash. The stinging tip sailed through the air and lightly touched Mindy's hip. It was a gentle, caressing touch that did not even leave a red welt on the creamy white flesh underneath the denim.
