2017-04-01 - spike - Oh god what a suit 26

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 26
Date: 01 April 2017

Pete Mansfield stood. Unmoved, calm, serene. Outside the suit that was. Inside he was raging, weeping, struggling. He had been for he didn’t know how long, he could only assume it was well over a week judging by the shop opening times and the number of times they’d flushed him out, assuming it was only daily.

He was in agony, not just from standing in the same position either, but from the constant shocks up his arse. When he’d been permitted to wank that morning… God, what were they doing to him? He’d resisted at first but that voice. It never ended. It was a constant companion, even entering his dreams. He’d finally succumbed, not able to resist and the moment his balls had unloaded themselves, the sensations changed in the plug.

Still electrical, still shocking but god. It was impossible to describe, but waves of bliss, waves of intense pleasure so profound, so irresistible he doubted he’d ever be able to refuse the urge to follow that voice again. He wanted it. He wanted more. He wanted it more than anything he’d ever wanted in his entire life and that disgusted him beyond measure.

That bastard who called himself Alpha, the one corrupting his partner, the one corrupting him… He’d said he was destined to become a bigger pervert than any of them and now? Now he believed it. He’d drop down and suck their fucking cocks right this minute to get more of what they’d given him that morning. It’d gone on for hours before its intensity began to build, the sensations began to change again and the pain resumed.

He was jerked awake by a vibration, he couldn’t hear anything but his feet felt like they were near a drill. The case was open and a man in work clothes rose up in his vision, walked across the aisle and picked up something, then ducked down out of sight and more vibration.

What the hell were they doing? Making an alteration to his display case? His display case? Oh god, no. He was actually thinking of it as his now?

It wasn’t long before the workman stared him in the face, blew a kiss at him, closed it and walked out of his line of sight. The shop floor lights remained on for the rest of the night, the shocks continued as they always did and in spite of them, he fell asleep again.

He woke to the sensation of falling. His eyes snapped open as he hit the floor. Alpha was standing over him.

“Up, Mary. My Master’s orders. It’s time for you to get some exercise. Oh, and don’t try to run. You think the pain you’re suffering now’s bad, that’s nothing compared to the protections around the exits.” Alpha dropped a pair of leather shorts by him. “And put those on, slave. Don’t think you’re anything but that now. You are nothing. That suit makes sure of it and it is utterly impossible to remove.”

Mansfield slowly struggled onto all fours and then stretched. Oh god, to move again, that felt so good. Then another shock shot up his arse and he collapsed back onto the floor.

Alpha sighed. “Well, we can’t have that can we. I suppose I’ll have to turn off that program when you’re in the gym.”

Mansfield stared at him with pure hatred hidden behind his goggles as Alpha pointed that strange keyfob thing at him and the shocks up the arse stopped.

“Now, put those shorts on.”

Mansfield stood there for a moment, glancing around. The exit was only a few seconds away. Could what he said be true? The exit protected? He knew he had that fob. That he couldn’t even piss without it. Could there really be more? It was clear the fob controlled more than just the ability to piss, he’d just turned off the pain and he could just as easily turn it back on again.

Mansfield’s shoulders sagged and he picked up the shorts, stood in them and pulled them up.

“Good. Now, back into the case.”

He couldn’t be serious? Frozen again? After just being released? What about that promise of exercise? He stood stock still and refused to move.

“OK. If you insist. This is a very small taste of what’ll happen if you walk past that door towards the exit.” Alpha pushed the fob again.

Mansfield realised instantly he was doomed. Follow their orders or suffer. He couldn’t breath. He struggled, his hands shot to his throat, his nose. Within a minute he was down on his knees again. He crawled desperately towards the display case. The moment he was curled up in it, the air flowed again. He took a huge gasp, clearing his lungs, another few deep breaths for good measure and stood.

Alpha reached down and turned the case back on again.

Mansfield froze. He felt Alpha doing something downstairs. The shorts, something… Then a hand grabbed his cock and balls and pulled them through a hole in the shorts. They were suddenly confined. He felt something… A belt tightening around his waste and heard a click. Then something tightening on his leg and another click, then his other leg.

He realised he wasn’t totally frozen now, he could bend his waist.

Alpha stood before him again. “Right. You know what happens if you disobey me now, Mary. You will follow me and when I tell you to do something, anything from now on, you will do it. Nod when you can move.”

He turned off the case again.

Pete Mansfield stepped out of the case. Alpha stared him directly in the eyes. He sighed and nodded.

“Good. Now follow.”

He walked to the back of the shop to a mirror. Mansfield froze again at the sight of himself. “Oh fucking hell! That thing was him? But the suit… He’d not noticed, frozen for so long, but bloody hell. It caressed his skin. He felt himself. It felt like nothing he’d ever felt before. It felt amazing! Then he noticed the padlocks on the shorts. He gave them an experimental tug and rubbed his crotch feeling a lump but nothing more.

Alpha began to laugh. “Ah, just noticed what’s so good about the suit have you? You might understand why so many people get tempted by it now. Of course you’ll think they’re all perverts if I know anything about you but now you have a grasp of why. As for the shorts, chastity. You’ll wank when we permit it as with everything else. We own you.”

He opened the mirror. Behind it, a door. “Now, go upstairs. You have access to the gym. Oh, just touch the lock.”

Mansfield reached for the black sensor by the door and it clicked open. He recoiled in surprise.

“Yes, Mary. The suit acts as a key card. It also triggers the security by the exit. Just in case you thought I was bluffing and trust me, you do not want to experience that. But you will. Right now though, upstairs, slave. Into the gym. I’ve been given strict instructions concerning you.”
* * * * *
While Alpha was busy persuading Mary, four turned off the lights and went into the wet room.

“Well, well, well… How are you enjoying your new life, nothing?”

Zak collapsed to his knees in shock at suddenly being able to move again. He brushed the stain off his chest, it fell away in flakes leaving no sign it had ever been there.

“Yes, slave. It’s very stain resistant, that suit. Did you enjoy PC Mansfield showering you in spunk? I bet you did. Now, your arse should be recovered enough for you to get some exercise. Before we begin though. On a scale of one to ten with dull throb at one to excruciating agony at ten, how is your anus?”

Zak hesitated a moment. His shoulders sagged in despair. That speech last night had been a real kick in the nuts for him. Could he really be the one responsible for Dan’s suicide? Everything this number four had said made sense having thought about it all night. Not just thought about it either. The words had tormented him even more than the thought of being a slave.

He held his hand up, three fingers.

“Good. Then follow, slave. Don’t think there’s any way out of it for you now. That suit is permanent, you know that. I bet you took every knife in the house to it before you started hitting the shop buzzer.”

He nodded.

“Well, get used to it. You’re in that suit for good and this is your life now. I love this life, you… I don’t think you will, we’re not going to be very nice to you for obvious reasons. Follow.”

four walked out of the room, he followed as ordered. It seemed he had no choice now but to do as he was told. If what they’d said was true they were going to make him suffer anyway and the last thing he wanted was to give them an excuse to make him suffer more.

Four stopped in front of a mirror. “Admire yourself, slave. That suit is the most amazing thing you’ll ever feel against your skin. Unfortunately, there was nothing we could do to ruin that part of the experience. Damn, I wish we’d thought of adding itching powder to that final rinse. Maybe next time eh?”

nothing did stare at himself in the mirror. In spite of the faint gagging sensation still in his throat and his arse complaining, by god it did feel good and it looked amazing. Before he could start posing again however, four opened the mirror.

“Now. There are three rooms upstairs. Dungeon, gym and rec room. I really doubt you’ll earn enough karma points to get access to the other stuff up there, but the gym we all get access to. The slave meat in these suits needs to be kept in shape for our owners. Open the door. Then try each of the ones upstairs.”

nothing stared at him. Then pushed the door. Turned the knob. Nothing.

“Touch the lock, idiot.”

He did. It opened revealing stairs which he went up. The door directly in front of him turned red sending a shock up his arse. It wasn’t a very strong one, more of a warning than anything else. Then he touched the one on the right that must’ve been over the main shop floor. A light turned green and it opened.

“And the final door, slave. Touch it.”

He did so. The shock was bigger this time. He almost leapt when it hit him.

“That’s what happens when you try a room you’re unauthorised to enter but a warning now, there are places around this shop that are utterly forbidden for all slaves. Everyone. Even Alpha. The punishment for them is something we all want to avoid. I will be a little nice to you where that’s concerned. I’ll wait until your arse has fully settled before exposing you to that punishment. Now in.”

He pushed the door that had opened to his touch and stared. Maybe this life wouldn’t be that bad after all. The gym looked amazing. Already, four slaves were hard at it.

Four pointed. “We’ll assess you first. Work out your current limits. Those will improve. We’re going to work you hard from now on. Down on that bench, start on those weights there. Once I decide you can’t handle any more weight we’ll move on to the next.”
* * * * *
Mansfield touched that final lock almost expecting another shock up his arse only for it to open. Alpha pushed him inside.

“Treadmill, Mary.”

Mansfield stared and almost recoiled. Fucking hell, just how many slaves were passing through here? There were already six in suits like his. Six! One of them with that four on the back of his head, could that be… He stared and looked at Alpha.

“Yes. That man there is Dan Simmons, the one you wished death upon right to his face. He’s not unnaturally a little bit peeved with you so don’t expect any mercy from him.”

Alpha walked over to a cupboard at the side and pulled down some trainers. “I suppose you’ll be needing these. Put them on. Five miles. Begin.”

Mansfield put them on and got onto the treadmill.

Alpha fiddled with something on the tablet he was carrying. “Four. Once we’ve worn it to exhaustion… How do you feel about beating it up a bit in the ring?”

Four turned, typing on his tablet. “I’m not that cruel, sir. Maybe after its stint in the display case on Monday. It’s hardly sporting is it, sir?”

“And if I ordered it?”

“Oh, in that case I’d do it of course, sir. It is my purpose in life, to obey, sir.”

Alpha sighed. “I suppose you’re right. We’ve got years to break it. Don’t want to break it in the wrong way. How’s nothing getting on?”

“Surprisingly well. I think that little speech had an impact, sir. It’s not resisted once yet. Really pulling its weight in here too. Beaten my first baseline on the weights already.”

“Good. Keep it up and we might even let it experience a little of the pleasure the other slaves get for good work. Just don’t expect too much of it, nothing. Once we’re done in here, I suppose we’d better assess Mary and nothing in the dungeon. Find out their likes and hates.”

“Aye, can’t take too long about it, sir. You have your own slave to begin his training for the rest of the day after two, sir.”

He turned back to Mary who’d just started his five mile run. “Oh, and we think you may actually like some of the perverted things we get up to in there. But either way, you will experience them. And you’ll be truthful about how they feel, too. We have ways of finding out what really excites you.”