2017-03-29 - spike - Oh god what a suit 23

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 23
Date: 29 March 2017

They were just about to begin their morning exercise regime when the buzzer sounded downstairs. It stayed on for a hell of a long time and then began with a lot of shorter buzzes.

“It’s clear who that is. Six, four, display cases. I won’t be turning them on or locking them. I somehow don’t think he’s going to be particularly cooperative so grab him when I say and drag him to the chair.”

Both nodded, picked up their tablets and headed downstairs.

“You lot, continue.”

Alpha made for the counter, pressing the door lock switch and the moment the irate and panicked figure appeared, he turned on the UV in the hallway.

“Ah. Number five returns home. And it has an occupant too, very good.”

“What did you mean by that? Get it off me!”

“Off you sir? That simple, you just get out the same way you got in.”

“But it won’t stretch anymore!”

“Oh dear, what a shame, never mind. Well, you were told it wasn’t for sale but you decided to steal from us anyway. I told you the suit was a prototype. It had a little… teething trouble. Once that suit has had a suitable exposure to ultraviolet light, Zak, nothing can get it off.”

“Please!”

“My Master is a very clever man. Always one to turn a bug into a feature. He chose to see that flaw as an opportunity. Something to make permanent voiceless rubber slave objects. Welcome to our little slave brotherhood.”

“Slave brotherhood?!”

“Of course. What did you think these suits were for? Each one now contains a man, apart from the original number six which I suppose will need to be renamed number five once yours has been erased. Number five? You? No. Five is destined to one already chosen by my Master.”

Zak began backing away again.

”You are unworthy of a name. You’re not even worthy of a shared name like the blanks upstairs. I think we’ll call you… Nothing. That way even the blanks will be superior to you.”

“I’m not a fucking slave!”

“Oh, you are now, nothing. And soon, you’ll learn just what that means. Now if you’d care to follow me, I suppose we’d better get you finished off.”

“What does that mean?”

“How long do you want to survive in that suit?”

“Survive?”

“The suit is permanent, idiot! There are certain preparations that need to be made. For one thing, you can’t be allowed to grow fingernails or hair in there can you? How would you cut them? Those have to come off. There’s no way for you to wash. That needs to be taken care of too or you’d get all kinds of sores and infections, none of which would be reachable from outside the suit. Hell, even the hole in the rear is too small to shit though. You need to be equipped to live in that suit.”

“Oh fuck! I’m sorry OK! Please, I don’t want to live like”

“What you want is irrelevant now. You did this to yourself. I know men who’ve spent years sealed in those suits. Slaves to my Master of course. And so… will… you… Zak.”

“How did you know my name?”

“Four and six know you. In fact, four is the one who indicated you when you first tried the suit in the hope of getting you trapped just as you are now. He really hates your guts.”

“Four? Six? What?”

“Take him.”

Four and six stepped out of their cabinets and immediately grabbed him by the elbows, lifting him off the floor.

He stared at them, the fear building in his eyes again. “What the fuck!?”

“You know where.”

They nodded and began carrying him to the staff only door at the back of the shop to a lot of objections and yelling. Through there, into the side room, they forced him into the bondage chair and Alpha began strapping him down.

The moment he was secure, four ran back out returning with their tablets.

Alpha smirked, “Sorry four, how remiss of me. Please, continue.”

“Thank you, sir. Well… This is a turn up for the books, isn’t it? The person I hate the most now at my mercy. Oh god I’m going to have a lot of fun with you for a few weeks. Maybe Master Q will even grant me a few months with you under my care. I’ve been wanting this since I saw you ogling me that day.”

“Ogling you? Fuck! You… you were in the… the mannequin?”

“Oh, yes, the mannequin. So was six. So were the other five you must’ve noticed and soon there’ll be another, you.”

“What did I ever do to you?”

“Let’s think now… Cast your mind back… Ooo, probably six years, maybe seven? A new friend joins your circle, one you obviously disliked from the start. Or so it seemed until he saw you doing the same thing to others. Oh, they’ll try to hide it, laugh at all the jokes at their expense so they can still feel part of something. That’s what you do. You whittle away at people’s self esteem, their self worth, make them feel small, weak, vulnerable until eventually something snaps. Something in their character fails under the weight of all that scorn, the snide remarks and criticism, the belittling comments, feeble jokes and insults and then the poor sods commit suicide.”

“Now wait a minute. That wasn’t my fault, that was that fucker Bennett, it said so in the”

“Oh, he may have blamed stress at work. He may have blamed Bennett. But only because he didn’t feel he had the strength to stand up for himself. Strength you destroyed over those years. And you do it all the time. No matter what the group of people is you always pick on what you think is the weakest and do it to them too. Just to make yourself look bigger. Well guess what. Once we’re done with you, you’ll never be able to utter another snide remark again. You’ll never talk again. You’ll do what we tell you or by god we’ll make you suffer.”

Four stepped back. Satisfied for now.

“Nice speech, four. Totally agree by the way. Right, what are your final words?”

“Final words?! Fuck, you’re not going to kill me are you?”

“Rather disappointing final words wouldn’t you say four?”

Four nodded.

The moment he opened his mouth again… Mouth brace, crank, tubes.

“Four, I think we may need a little painful persuasion for this next part. Grab his bollocks. Now, I require a little cooperation from you, Zak. The gag I’m about to fit has a sleeve for your tongue. Now stick it out and slide it in or four squeezes.”

Zak just looked at him in terror.

“Four.”

Four squoze alright. Gently at first just to get the message across, then he increased the pressure. Zak’s eyes began to water. Then he stuck out his tongue.

“Better. Release. But keep hold.”

Four nodded.

The gag slid in perfectly. Then he took the sealant gun and filled the bulbs and gag and sealed it to the suit.

“Now, that’s better isn’t it? You’ll never talk again. But of course, there are a few more modifications to perform yet. These earplugs, rather advanced noise cancelling devices. You’ll never hear anything again either, unless we permit it.”

He pulled aside the eye hole. It was much more difficult this time with the suit cured but eventually he managed to get the earplug in place and then prod it home from the outside. Then the other. The goggles were fitted, nose plugs up the tubes into the nostrils, then everything sealed to the suit and trimmed. He added the mouth cap and pressed the fob. The body spasmed in agony.

Alpha took out a hood then, unstrapped nothing’s head and started fitting it with extreme care that all the holes lines up. He smoothed it down, getting every wrinkle out and pulled it to ensure it was perfectly placed.

“What’s this you ask? You wearing number five is an affront to every single numbered slave owned by my Master. This hood will bond with the one beneath when it’s next exposed to UV light and become a permanent part of your suit, erasing that number forever. You’re unworthy of such a status.”

Four’s tablet spoke. “Once you’re released, after spending all night on the town in our property, I imagine you’ll be wanting a piss. Well, that’s controlled by us. You’ll never piss without our consent either. Hearing, sight, pissing, bowel emptying? All controlled by us. And I warn you now, so is breathing.”

Alpha began unstrapping the new slave. It nodded in desperation.

“Then the moment the last strap is undone. Follow me.”

Four walked away, a desperate figure rushing to catch up. Again, the wet room. Four stood by the drain and pointed.

“Stand there over that drain. Feet one foot apart, arms away from your body. And I highly recommend you do it.”

When he was in the required stance, four activated the fob, the piss began to flow and he left the room, closed the door and flicked the switch.

“Alpha, sir. It’s ready for its butt plug.”

“Thank you, four. Very much appreciated. And it will be a pleasure to do it as slowly as possible too… I imagine that’ll make the pain last a little longer.”

“Imagine so, sir. God I couldn’t handle the normal pain, but the more the better for nothing… Oh god its going to hurt.”

Alpha sprayed the arsehole, adding the plug with sloooow slow pressure until there was that final plop as the sphincter pulled it in. He pushed and twisted to make sure both sphincters were secure around the base, sealed it in, grabbed a black vest and pulled that over the slave’s head. It was still incredibly stretchy so it was very easy to get it down below the arms and snug onto the body. Again, he smoothed it, adjusted it and when he was satisfied he walked out of the room.

“Oh, in case you were wondering, that erases the mark of ownership off your chest too. Master Q will take possession of you eventually but you can guarantee he’s not going to see you as worthy of serving after he’s completed your training. You’ll be sold and in your case, I hope he sells you to the harshest, most violent Master he can find.”

Before four left, he had one more thing to say too.

“I’m so glad you decided to join us, but I’m afraid we just don’t have the accommodation right now. We’re already two to a cage and none of us would want to sleep with the likes of you. So, you’ll just have to stand there for a few days, maybe a week until the cages are empty and the slaves move to their new home. Then you’ll just have Alpha and me to play with. Isn’t it going to be fun?”
* * * * *
After they’d completed their daily gym, they hauled Mansfield’s case into the wet room, out of the case, hooked him up and gave him another wash piss flush’n’feed while nothing was still in the midst of his first. Then, with a mischievous grin, Alpha turned Mansfield so he was directly facing Zak.

“Nothing, I’d like to introduce you to police constable Pete Mansfield or if you’d prefer his slave name, Mary. If you wish to make any complaints about your treatment, he’s not the one to complain to but I think he may have a gift for you… Isn’t that right Mary?”

Alpha put on the rubber gloves allowing Mansfield’s arms to move.

“You know what to do, Mary.”

His right hand hovered, hesitating, unsure, trying to resist.

“You know it’s the only way, Mary.”

The hand reached down and began to pump. It took a while before a long stream of cum splatted against Zak’s chest and the hands spasmed briefly and relaxed.

“What’s that Mary? You’d like to watch my patrons walking by again today? More than happy to oblige.”

The gloves were yanked off, the PC bunged back in and the case put back into the shop. Before the door was shut for the day, Alpha grabbed a tissue and wiped the last of the semen off the tip of Mary’s cock and rammed a cotton bud up the piss tube just to make sure.

“Can’t have you giving yourself away to our customers now, can we Mary? Enjoy the show. I’ll be sure to bring your partner by for another snogging session if that’ll make you happy too.”