2017-04-14 - spike - Oh god what a suit 39

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 39
Date: 14 April 2017

Four sat staring at the pitiful excuse for what was once a human being. It was still unconscious. Now it was lying face down on a fuck bench with it’s wrists and ankles secured to the legs utterly unable to do anything to prevent the fate four had in store for it.

The doctor still tended its wounds.

“How is it, doctor?”

“Very badly bruised as you can see but no broken bones. Its nose is broken however. No more beatings for a week and when you do, avoid the face.”

“Very well. Next time, whipping, paddling, caning in here rather than the ring. Can you force it to wake up before we add the plug?”

“I can try. Probably a good idea. If it’s suffering from a concussion it should be kept awake anyway. The pain from that thing being inserted without the spray should be more than enough to do that.”

The doctor reached into his bag and pulled out a syringe, a phial of liquid and a fresh needle.

Within seconds of the injection, the thing screamed, struggled and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Four stared it in the eye. “Nothing, this is your life now. Pain is all you’ll ever know again.”

“Please! I didn’t know! I”

“And again, it speaks.” He didn’t punch, he just slapped it across the face.

“You tried to execute me for the crime of speaking! If Q hadn’t been online you would’ve executed six too! Why should I show you even one ounce of mercy after what you did to me? I grant you permission to speak.”

“I’m sorry, OK! I was told what objects were! That they were worthless things in rubber suits only worthy of punishment and hard work!”

“Who? Who told you this? Certainly not Master Q! I earned elevation from being an object two weeks after my enslavement! By talking to him. By offering my friends! Six earned his name in the same way along with elevation to being a person again! Why the fuck do you think our numbers are gold rather than silver? Did you know many of those men in suits didn’t even volunteer? They were taken?”

“Taken? How?”

“Ooo, look at this shiny suit. Can I try it on? Of course sir. Oh, by the way, it’s permanent now. That’s how! Now tell me who told you we were worthless!”

“The slaves at Q’s, the proper ones. Not the objects, the ones who could talk, the ones who weren’t in suits like that.”

“All of them?”

“No. Just a couple I made friends with.”

“Name them. Now! Oh my god I’m going to make them suffer when I finally get there.”

“You? But you’re just a”

“Just a what? After what you’ve done to me I don’t even consider myself a fucking slave anymore and there’s nothing Q can do about it. If I do end up there I’ll be one of the ones in fucking control! He liked me before what you did to me! I doubt he’ll like me much now but he can’t punish me anymore. You saw to that! Name them! Now! Or by god if you thought what you got today was bad that’s nothing compared to what you’ll get in the future.”

“They went by the names Rusty and Flash.”

“Does he name all his slaves after animals? Or just the ones only considered worthy of licking his feet and getting a tickle behind the ear once in a while?”

nothing looked at four in horror. His head sank in despair. “I didn’t know! They just said as they had faces they were above those objects.”

“They were. They might’ve been above me too. But that doesn’t give them the right to torture and murder objects or even bully them! Master’s property is his to use and abuse, not theirs and most certainly not yours. Did you get that Q?”

“Yes. I got it. And yes, the ones given the names most people assign to pets, Rex included, were deemed unworthy of a human name. They didn’t have an original thought in their heads. Lapdogs the lot of them. I’ll see to it those two are severely punished and you will be granted the same privilege on arrival. That is still months away though.”

“Thank you. And I know, not until Beta’s permanently in five. His reaction to seeing six in that suit three weeks ago, it’ll probably be pretty easy to convince him after he’s spent two weeks in it.”

“Yes” Q chuckled. “Yes, I heard.”

“Six, you know what to do.”

“Wait! What… what are you doing!”

“We’re fitting your plug. It’s never coming out. Now six.”

“But I can feel it, you have toAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

The howl of agony, the sobbing afterwards.

Four nodded in satisfaction. “You are hereby denied speech. One more whimper out of you tonight and I’ll sever your fucking vocal cords! Put that harness on, lock it in a Latowski and take it away!”
* * * * *
He was back in his cage now, doctor’s orders, get as much sleep as possible.

Before sleep however, he began to tap into his tablet using that new function.

“You are nothing. The only use you have now is to suffer while I vent my rage and provide me with holes to fuck. You will never know peace. Your life will never be free of pain. You’ll get as much as I can give and you will never find release or escape.”
He set the repeat delay to thirty seconds and hit go. The window vanished into the background.

Alpha clambered in and slammed the door shut.

“Just to make sure four, neither of are getting out now.”

“I want to be fucking alone, Alpha.”

“No, four. You don’t. You need me now. You’ve been alone for three weeks. One of them fully conscious. You need to let it go, now. You’re getting your revenge so stop lashing out at the people who care about you.”

“How would you know what I want?”

Alpha gripped him hard and didn’t let go. “I wasn’t kidding, what I said to six. I do love you, four and you do need me. I know, you’re just a bundle of rage right now. Let it go! Please.” Alpha began sobbing again. “Please, come back.”

Four hated seeing his friend cry. He returned the embrace keeping his hold on his tablet and tapping away over Alpha’s shoulder. “I’m… I don’t know what I am right now. It still hurts Alpha. Even with the fucking painkillers it hurts. Without them, it’s agony. How the hell do you expect me to react?”

“I know, four. I know you’re angry. You’ve been lashing out at everything that moves since we pulled you into the back room after turning off the plug. You kicked six in the face that night trying to shy away from him! You’re still doing it now, even threatening your friends with punishment. Now just relax and hug, let it out, please. Cry, rage, sob, just let it out.”

His friend’s embrace did help, he did begin to sob. His shoulders shook for the rest of the night while Alpha comforted him.
* * * * *
The next morning nothing was hauled out of the cage, put in the temp suit he’d forced Alpha into and given the full flushing out, glycol included just as he’d done to Alpha only in his case, no tubing was the order of the day. Make every experience as unpleasant as possible.

Four was hauled back up to the gym. He sat on his cushion to watch the exercises and when it was time for the rest to go down for their wash’n’flush, the doctor came to him. A couple of slaves hung back.

“It’s time we got you some exercise now. You need it too. In a few more weeks you’ll need a serious clean yourself.” He rubbed his chin.

four looked at him. Then he felt his. “Ah, shit. You mean I’ve not had a weekly clean in three weeks! I hadn’t even noticed the beard until now.”

“It’s safe, for now. It will be for a few more weeks, but when you’re more fully healed, yes. I’m afraid you’ll need one similar to the first you received. We couldn’t do it while your arse is still injured. Adding that cleaning solution into the mix would’ve only injured you more. You’ve had a standard soapy wash daily, you know that, but no. Your hair is starting to grow again in there. Your nails won’t pose a problem for a while, it takes a long time for the nail to extend from nothing to the end of your fingers after so many cleanings.”

“Why the hell can’t the hair loss be made permanent?”

“Alopecia isn’t something that’s easily triggered. Oh, we’ve all heard of people who have suffered it. Duncan Goodhew and Matt Lucas for example but there’s no safe way to trigger it artificially. We’re still not entirely sure what causes it. Sorry about that. Right now though. Treadmill. As you can see, we set up a harness to hold you upright.”

“God, I’ll need that. I can’t even stand, I’ve tried.”

“Exactly. But once we get those legs moving, it’ll help shift that relaxant. Not normally a problem after one dose as Mary could testify to, but you’ve had a dose daily and I’m going to start giving you pain killers by mouth soon. I’m not happy injecting your colon so many times. That needs to heal too.”

“So, more pain. Just what I need.”

“I’m afraid it’s necessary. It may feel worse than the injected pain killers, but they’ll still be powerful enough to keep the worst of it at bay.”

Four put his tablet down and the two slaves helped secure him into the harness. Fortunately not one that went anywhere near his backside but it did its job well. He was dangling from a frame an inch above the treadmill.

The slaves left to get their cleans.

The doctor turned on the treadmill and gently lowered four onto it. The moment his legs touched it, he began to walk. A very slow walk but it was just the right height, no weight, just movement right now.

The doctor worked him mercilessly for the rest of the day. Not only with the treadmill but handing him dumbell bars, no weights right now, so he could work his arms too and by the end of the day, the harness had been adjusted enough that he was supporting a small amount of his weight while walking.

His muscles screamed. God he was knackered but without his tablet he couldn’t even beg the doctor to stop.

He didn’t know what time, but the doctor stopped everything, put his shoulder under four’s arm and unstrapped him from the harness, helping him into the rec room.

“You’ve done amazingly well today.”

Four made his typing gesture.

“What? Oh! Tablet. Sorry, I’ll get it for you. In the meantime...” He handed four the remote and left the room.

What was presented to him surprised Four. Not just a single offering by Q but what looked like three months worth of recorded television. He relaxed on the sofa and began watching some of the programmes he’d missed since his enslavement.

The doctor returned and handed him his tablet.

“Oh god, I’ve never felt so knackered.”

“It’s to be expected, four. Even people in plaster casts need physio after a month in them and they don’t have drugs to purge but you have done well. At this rate you might be able to walk within a week.”

“Right now I feel like I won’t be able to even bend them tomorrow.”

“Oh, you will. A good night’s sleep will work wonders, believe me. We’ll continue with the same regime for the rest of the week and by Saturday, I’ll provide you with crutches to help. You should be walking unaided in no time.”

“Any objection to me getting a little fun in the dungeon?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I enjoy a good whipping. It’s the thing that awakened my love of this life originally, realising that I’d got a masochistic streak I’d always been too afraid to explore. I loved it. It was that day I turned around from just another slave resisting what’d happened to it to dropping to my knees and thanking Alpha.”

“Yes then. I can’t see any harm in that. It’s not as if it’ll go anywhere near your arse if they whip you on the back.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll leave you to this for now. Looks like you’ve got enough to occupy your time until the shop shuts in three hours.”

Four nodded. “See you, doc.”