2017-03-23 - spike - Oh god what a suit 16
spike - Oh, god, what a suit! 16
Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 16
Date: 23 March 2017
Four sat at the table in the back room with his head in his hands. He reached for the keyboard.
“Fuck, what have I done?”
Alpha rested his hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t know, four. None of us did until it was too late.”
Four looked at the Skype window. “Sir. I’ll keep my promise, but can we take a little more time over it from now on, please?”
“What did you have in mind, four?”
“If I hadn’t begged Alpha, I know the next visit would’ve resulted in Jim being enslaved. For one thing, Jim did say he’d almost be tempted if he wasn’t married, sir. That would’ve been enough of a cue to catch him, right?”
“Yes, four. Just as you said I never want out.”
“Well those last two didn’t. Please, at least where friends I point out are concerned… First time they try the suit fully, Alpha scans the contents of their wallet while they’re in the chair or engrossed with themselves in the mirror. Second visit he turns on the magic. Planting the idea of what it must be like and offers them the same thing he offered Jim, any time, as many times as they like. Only when the checks come out clear and then only when they say they’re at least tempted, please.”
“Very well. It’s a good idea actually.”
“Add to that sir. If we have their backgrounds, fully, Alpha will have more buttons to push. And he’s a master at that.”
“And that is an excellent idea. Thank you again, four. Both granted. I’m going to have to write a how to catch a slave handbook at this rate.”
“Suppose if you wanted to franchise the operation out, sir. :)”
“When the pod comes to collect Gareth, a box of tablets will be delivered also. This time, you will have spares and further enhancements to the software will allow you to not only single out slaves, it will allow you to write two messages and send them simultaneously to two sets of slaves.”
“I was actually thinking about doing that sir, manually. Having it done automatically will be better.”
“As this functionality is now beyond anything Alpha can do, you will have a tablet too. Plug your microphone in and it will record your voice or transmit instantly. You can do the same with voice as four can with text. There will no longer be a need to issue dog tags. The tablets can be used for that. Any new blanks added, they’ll never be able to tell themselves apart.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“So, what have you done with the other slaves?”
“We blacked out the other two’s goggles while moving Gaz back to the cages. One is trying to sleep it off in the top, Gaz is in the bottom, six and Alpha will sleep in the middle as usual. The other one’s in the gym so he can see what we get up to tomorrow. I may show him the dungeon too, sir. I know he’ll love it and it will be before the policeman arrives. I mentioned to the first one captured, Steve, that I’d see if you’d allow him time in the rec room, sir. Obviously with Gaz in the cage until his transfer that means they get a lot more time between them too, sir.”
“Yes. Granted. Both will have access. They will not have access to the dungeon after eleven. At that point until the policeman has departed, only Alpha will have access to that.”
“Speaking of the policeman. Alpha, sir. You might want to ask him to be near tomorrow so he can be called on. Damon’s likely to fly into a rage reading that letter, sir. He could trash the shop or beat the shit out of you demanding to know where he went, sir. Did you get the whole conversation I had with Nick?”
The laptop spoke again. “Yes, four. I read it, and I approve of your methods. You’re almost as good at pushing buttons as Alpha. The accounts are currently being drained. The web passwords have all been changed and on Monday when he’s seen leaving the house, it will be entered using its keys to empty the place.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll have to tell him that tomorrow. He’ll love it.”
Alpha smirked. “I’ll ask the policeman, four… But don’t expect to be listening in to our fun. I’ll make sure my microphone is turned off before we enter the dungeon.”
Four’s head sagged.
“Sorry to disappoint you. I know you were looking forward to it, but a man’s first introduction to bondage should be special and very intimate. Not eavesdropped on by a bunch of pervy slave objects.”
* * * * *
four awoke the next morning to find Gaz gripping him tightly and sobbing. He comforted him as best he could and when the cage door finally clanged open he hopped down, got the laptop and clambered back into the cage.
“How are you doing?”
“How do you think I’m doing? And now I’m going to be shipped off? Where exactly?”
“No idea. Never asked. I don’t see it makes any difference what country Master Q lives in. I’d never see outside his compound anyway. But please. Try. Try to embrace the life rather than just shove it away. It is good if you let it be.”
“What did he mean, make my trip entertaining?”
“Oh, I think I can guess. I want you to describe the sensations now, ok?”
There was an uncertain pause. Then he reached for the keyboard again. “OK”
“What is that? It tingles!”
“The plug’s not just there for punishment, Gaz. You’ll see. And now?”
“Bit stronger, not much though. Doesn’t feel too bad.”
“Now?”
“Still just a tingle. What are you doing?”
“Finding your level. On that level I was in fucking ecstasy mate, for over eight hours and all Master Q intended was that tingle. Seems I’m incredibly sensitive down there.” He increased another three steps, matching what six had felt.
“Now?”
“Fuckin’ ell mate! And this is what you had to endure? For eight hours?”
“You’d need to describe it first.”
“I can’t. It’s… Fucking hell, though. Almost painful end of pleasure that one.”
He turned it down a notch. “Now?”
The body slumped onto the bed and began caressing itself. The moment the pleasure stopped, he reached for the keyboard. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know! I could’ve survived here with that going on down there once in a while. Specially if it lasted ages like yours did! That’s one thing you don’t get in prison!”
“I’ll inform Master Q on your level. I imagine you’ll be getting a lot of that during the trip over to him. And he said the pod can take over two days to get there.”
Gaz gripped him then and held on tight. Finally he let go. “I’ll not blame you now. I’ll buckle down. I’ll cooperate. Do what they say.”
“Good. Cos trust me. You can learn to love it. You’ve just got to let yourself. Want me to leave it on for an hour? I’ve got to go and get things done now.”
“An hour! Hell yes!”
“I might never see you again Gaz. But if I do, you know how to recognise me.”
four clambered back out of the cage, pressed the fob and there was a shifting in the bed as he writhed in pleasure. Then he closed the cage door, locking it.
He climbed up the ladder next. Handing the laptop to Steve.
“Wake up sleepy head.”
The slave awoke with a jolt and looked around in panic shuffling to the other end of the cage.
“Yeah, I had that the first night. Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.” he held up the laptop.
He crawled back cautiously and read it. Then began typing.
“Oh fuck. I didn’t know what was happening then. Thought I’d been abducted by aliens.”
“How’s the backside?”
“Still painful. Not as bad though. Can’t believe I slept through it.”
“I’ll take you up to the rec room in a bit. Nice comfy sofa. Big screen TV. And Master Q has an excellent taste in porn.”
“Thanks.”
“Right now though. Follow me. It’s food, flush and wash time.”
“Not again?”
“Trust me, only soapy water this time and the flush isn’t that bad either. It was more extreme the first time cos there was a hell of a lot more to shift.”
Wet room, funnel, food, flush and wash and added Latowski.
“That wasn’t all that bad this time.”
“No need for it. The first included a complete purge. Everything in your digestive tract, washed away. The food’s designed to be perfectly balanced, all the crap you had been eating before, gone.”
Steve looked down at his chastity. “Oh god it looks good. I never realised how comfortable this’d be.”
“Well, that’s you locked up whenever you’re free.”
“I actually like it. Oh shit though!”
“What?”
“I’ve… Dan, I’m dying for a fag.”
“I’ll go and find Alpha. See if there’s anything in the rules about smoking. If there is I bet it involves weaning you off or going cold turkey.”
Steve followed as four wandered. Finally locating Alpha behind the counter printing out the stocktaking figures. He held up the laptop and pointed.
“What is it four?” he peered at it. “Ahhh, got you. Don’t worry blank. You’ll get the odd fag. But you most certainly will not be smoking twenty a day. Our limit is two a day for the first week. One a day for the second and none after that.”
Steve dived at the keyboard. “I can’t survive on two a day!”
“Oh, you can. And you will. But we have a way of doing it that makes them last. Just cos it’s only two cigs worth of tobacco doesn’t mean it’s only two smokes.”
He reached under the counter and placed a strange clay pipe with two bent bits at the end where the mouthpiece would be. “As to how you smoke. Obviously you can’t smoke with your gob, you stick that up your nose. There’s enough room in the bowl for a third of a cig. Three smokes per cig. Six smokes a day.”
Steve’s head sagged, then nodded. He pointed at it.
“OK, I’ll fill it now for you. Trust me, there’s more pleasure in that plug up your arse than that pipe though. Once it’s settled you’ll see.”
He put the pipe back below the counter and did something, putting it back on, a small amount of tobacco in the bowl. Then he got out a lighter.
“Up the nose. It’s got to be a pipe. Filters more out than a fag filter and your own pipes aren’t organic any more are they?”
Steve nodded. Placed the pipe up his nose tubes… They were a perfect match. Then Alpha lit it and he took a draw. He visibly relaxed a little. Another draw. The third was the last however.
“Ahhhh, god. Thanks for that. That does actually make a difference.”
four reached for the laptop then. “Right. Master has granted you access to the rec room but you are not to leave it until your time is up. You’ve got seven hours in there. OK?”
He nodded.
“Right then. Follow me.” four led him to the mirror with the hidden door.
“Master Q is a bloody clever bloke. For Alpha, he needs a key card to get in there.”
“So?”
“Touch it. If you’ve been granted access, the suit is your key card.”
“What? Really?”
“Try it!”
Steve hesitated, then reached out and touched the lock. There was a green light and the door clicked open.
Four led him upstairs, pointed at the doors and typed each room as he did so.
“Dungeon. And god you’ll love it in there. But you’re not ready for that until your arse is back to normal. Gym… Ditto. And rec room. I’ll show you the dungeon now though.”
four touched the lock and opened the door.
“Bloody hell! It looks like a bondage paradise! And we get to play here?”
“Yep. But not today. Tuesday however. As you’re new and you missed out on Sunday cos of that.” he pointed at the plug. “Master allowed Alpha to close the shop so everyone gets to play. You, the other blank, me, six and Alpha.”
“I thought you said there were two other blanks.”
“There are. Now. But one’s been summoned. He’s going home to Master Q today. You won’t get to meet him. Not that you’d ever be able to speak to them anyway.”
“Hang on, why aren’t you using that tablet thing to talk?”
“It was new. It broke last night. Totally dead. He’s sending more and this time I’ll have replacements if it happens again. Anyway… Rec room.”
He opened the door and Steve walked in. four shut the door behind him.
And finally…
He went into the gym, turned off the case and opened the door.
The body slumped out so he caught it and held it up until he’d got his feet. Then he held the laptop.
“Bloody hell? I fell asleep?”
“Only natural. It’s been a long long weekend. It’s Sunday. You get to see us having a whale of a time. And if your arse is up to it, that offer of a boxing match is still open for you at six. I’ve got used to sleeping standing up now.”
“I didn’t see it properly last time with the lights out. Some good kit in ‘ere.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin yet. I said trust me didn’t I. Follow me.”
He glanced at the clock on the wall as he left. Plenty of time before stocktaking.
“This is the dungeon.” he touched the lock and opened the door.
Nick stared. He wandered around the place like a kid in a candy store.
“Now… How’s the arse?” four shoved the laptop under his nose.
“Better. Not perfect. Throat though… I can’t feel it anymore. I’m feeling better about this. Especially what with the whole Damo thing.”
“Got some good news on that front. Word from Master Q.”
“What?”
“Not only is he draining the accounts. Prolly already empty by now… When one of Master Q’s slaves spots him leaving tomorrow… They’re going to clear out the place. Completely strip it bare. They have your house keys.”
Nick’s shoulders began to shudder. He gripped his sides.
“Shit! You OK?”
It took a while for him to pull himself together enough to type. “Laughing my bollocks off, mate. Oh god that felt good.”
“Still mad at me?”
“There’s a little left over. The nerve of it. How dare you. Etc. Why?”
“Well, if you want to work the last of it out…” He pointed at the St Andrew’s Cross.
“What?”
“Plenty of whips in here.”
“You want me to whip you?”
“I’m asking if you want to whip me. And don’t say I don’t deserve it.”
* * * * *
Oh god that’d felt good. But he didn’t let on. He play acted needing a help out of the dungeon before pulling himself together and typed.
“Ow. Now. Last of it gone?”
“Thanks for that. I can’t believe I actually enjoyed it.”
“Found your sadistic side eh? Don’t worry, we’ll find the masochistic one on Tuesday.”
“Plan on whipping me, eh?”
“Full evaluation. Find exactly your likes and dislikes. Including your scared of so never trieds. Trust me, you’ll learn a lot about yourself. I know I did. Right now though, I know you must be famished. Let’s get downstairs. You need food and it’s time for your daily wash’n’flush too.”
“Fuck, that’s daily!?”
“No, the one you had yesterday was a one off. This is just soapy water and one flush cycle. It’s easy.”
“OK then.”
They went back downstairs and four hooked him up and started the process. Then he nipped back to the cages to turn off the pleasure. He knelt by Gaz.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Hell of a lot better about the whole thing now mate. God, I never knew it was possible to feel like that for so long. Can I get out of here soon?”
“Sorry. Master’s orders. Thinks you’re too volatile for us untrained hands to handle. Don’t worry. Once you’re there, you’ll be fine.”
“I suppose I deserve this. If I’d just fucking listened to you. But it was so easy for someone to pretend to be you under all that and with my house keys anyone could’ve seen that wardrobe.”
“Wouldn’t’ve seen those twinks through, would he? Never mind. Only harm done was the death of my tablet. That’s replaceable. I think you’ll get a lot more help there than we can offer. I’ll try to be here when we see you off.”
He went to the back room then. Alpha was there with six, just about to assign stock taking duties.
“So, how are they?”
“All adjusting. Even Gaz is now after I found his level and left it on for an hour. I think he’ll be fine as long as he gets more of that. Dan worked off the last of his anger I think. Let him whip me. Don’t worry, didn’t let on that I loved it. He is dead good at it though.”
“So, what level for Gaz.”
“Five before it starts getting to the edge of pain.”
“I’ll make sure that gets set on the pod then. Those things are amazing! I helped test the prototype. Hell of a lot more flexible than the fob. You can set it to do almost anything. Waves that sweep in. Pulses that come and go in no time. Instant pleasure that fades to nothing. Even random if you really want to distract someone. Never know what’s coming next. If you’re a real masochist you could even request pain in the mix.”
“Oh my god! I’ve got to try one of those things but mine’s likely months off. That’s almost what happened to me in that case. Really slow build.”
He nodded. “The fob can’t. Master Q can though. Let’s get this done so we can start having some fun. You two need to be in your cases before he gets here remember.”
“Oh, yeah. Can we get a third on the shop floor for tomorrow?”
“Yeah, we’ll get it set up facing the door in the rubber section. Nick deserves to see his ex going ballistic I suppose.”