2017-08-26 - spike - The New Shop 4

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 4
Date: 26 August 2017

Chapter 4
I woke up to find myself curled up around M again. I was actually comfortable like that. I found I was really starting to like him but at the same time, it left me confused.

I don’t know how he sensed it. Maybe I’d stiffened a little.

“It’s OK blank. You’re not gay and you’ll never turn gay. Five years remember.”

I stared into his goggles. “But… I’m really starting to like you.”

“Me too. But think of it like this… Another pearl of wisdom courtesy of number four. Is it queer to love a brother or father?”

“Of course not.”

“Well that’s what we are now. Think of me as an older brother or a father figure if you like. If you start getting aroused, start feeling sexually excited around other men, then you’re turning gay. Some say there is no black and white. Just shades of grey. Or if you like, shades of gay. There’ll be a little submissiveness in you, there’ll be a little gayness in you too. I’d advise against awakening the gayness though.”

“Why?”

“What’s the point of getting frustrated in chastity? You’re better off not getting aroused now.”

I nodded. That certainly made sense. Father figure though?

“Just how old”

“Not entirely sure now. I suppose it depends on the date but I was thirty-nine when captured. Probably forty-four or forty-five.”

“The date? It’s”

He batted my hand away again. “I don’t want to know or care what the date is. I don’t even care what the year is. All that matters is I’m alive, I’m well and I’m happy. Time loses all meaning as a slave so what’s the point in reminders? Until he said that last night I didn’t even know it’d been five years.”

I nodded. God I’ve got a lot to get used to thinking of as normal now. Oddly, it did seem to have a certain appeal. No more deadlines. No more decisions. I couldn’t believe where my mind was going.

The cage let out its beep along with a loud clang. It made me jump, that clang.

I climbed out, stood and looked around. Joel was getting out of his cage, naked apart from his chastity. Even he had the same type on. He was also wearing a headset. So, that’s why I heard it.

“Right then slave meat. Time to get those muscles warmed up!” He grinned. “Oh god I’m looking forward to this. I’ve been told the place is amazing.”

I nodded.

“You’re starting to like it?”

I shook my head, pointed at the floor and nodded.

“Understood. Slavery, no, the facilities, yes.”

M stood beside me. “No exercise for you, blank. Not until that’s settled. Go to the rec room instead. Relax, watch something. Have a proper look around. I’ll collect you when it’s time for our flush. I do have a job for you to do before we do that after all. First of all, we’ve got to start Alpha’s. His takes longer than ours this time.”

I nodded and followed him as he left the room. Again, rubber suit on, into the wet room. I just stood in front of Alpha and watched as M pulled a red tube down from the ceiling and snapped it with a locking click onto Alpha’s head. Then, a key, the unlocking of the core and a brown tube snapping to the plug.

He walked to a panel on the wall, flipped a switch and the tubes began to vibrate with a pulsing motion as the liquids began to pump in. Then he went over to a shelf on the far wall, picked up a tub and funnel, snapped the funnel on and emptied the tub into it.

I followed him into the next room where the core was plugged into the charger.

“What was that stuff?”

“That I just fed him? That he fed you during your first cleaning? Just something to completely clear out his digestive tract. No need for anything in there now.”

He waved me off. I removed the rubber, trotted back to the mirror, down in the elevator and to B1.

The only thing that room seemed to lack that normal recreation centres did was vending machines. Considering who it was targetted at, that didn’t surprise me though. How could you eat a packet of chips with this thing in and where would be the pleasure?

I sighed, realising I’d never taste or smell anything again and wandered over to one of the slot machines.

These… No coin slot. It looked like a standard fruit machine, rotating drums, illuminated board game type thing on the top half, black screen in the centre.

I touched it, curious.

The screen lit up.

“Welcome blank. Please select recreation or pleasure.”

I prodded the screen, selecting recreation.

“Thirty minutes recreation time debited, please press start to play or cancel to reimburse credit.”

Not knowing what that meant, how much time I had or… well… anything really. I hit cancel.

I realised just what a cunning bastard Q was though. Have the slaves gamble their leisure time away but at the same time, I realised he was a good Master. He did offer his slaves leisure time. Not just work, cage and flush which I imagine was Alpha’s interpretation of what an object was before his… enlightenment.

There was a button marked prizes, so I pressed that.

A few were listed with the jackpot being seven days freedom from duties and full access. Bet that was a one in a million chance though. Bet a lot would play in the hope of winning it too. Even I might have a flutter once I knew what was what.

I went to the corner nearest the door, crashed on the sofa and turned on the TV.

There wasn’t a wide selection, just a choice of gay or straight porn. I imagine before my imprisonment, it’d just been no choice at all. I selected straight and settled down to watch.
* * * * *
“Blank, it’s time, come up to the wet room.”

I almost jumped out of my suit at the voice. I hadn’t seen anyone come in. I looked around.

No-one had come in.

I got up, went to the elevator and returned to the first floor.

M was waiting for me as the door opened. He held up a hood and vest.

“Your job. Put these on me, make sure there are no wrinkles and that the silver of the old M is completely covered by the gold of the new one. The vest also needs to be placed correctly so the writing is directly above my left nipple.”

I nodded and put on the hood. God it was thin but I could tell it was also incredibly elastic and strong, so, the same material the suit was made of. I adjusted it a few times making sure the thing was perfectly smooth and aligned correctly and then moved on to the vest.

Same thing with that. The writing in silver script. “Property of Master Q”

The moment it was done we headed to the wet room for our flushing.

“I’ll be in there a little after the flushing ends. It takes time for the additions to bond. While I am, you go out onto the shop floor and select your outfit for the day. Anything you like, you can wear. Oh… And I’d not wear any boots or shoes.”

I made the question mark again.

“Just as rubber shields you from the UV in the wet room, a little application of factor fifty on your big toe shields that. It’s how we communicate. There’s a pressure pad on the base of the display case you can tap. Simple stuff like yes, no, friend, foe, shoplifter and if you need to, you can spell things out one letter at a time.”

I… Well it certainly sounded more interesting than just standing there watching. I pointed at the things on display though.

He nodded. “Little innovation inspired by number four. He came up with a few ideas, that one. You’ll put on a suit before the clothing. The undersuit does the freezing rather than the light in the case. With it, you can wear anything. I’ve already selected what Alpha will wear… I think you’ll love it.”

His shoulders shook with laughter again.

“What will you wear?”

“Sir. For the purposes of training, I’m your Master rather than Alpha until he’s out of the suit.”

“OK. Sir.”

“I think I’ll go au natural myself. I’m not going to be on display in a case. Instead, I’ll be assisting Joel. A living, breathing representation of the shop dummies should drum up a little excitement don’t you think? Certainly did in the old shop.”

And so, there I was after the wash and flush, selecting, picking and putting on.

The moment I was done I studied myself in the mirror. God I looked good. The perfect rubber leather Master, the only thing lacking was the boots. I might even go for those too tomorrow.

M appeared pushing Alpha before him and god, was he right. I gripped my sides in laughter, pointing.

A rubber maid outfit holding a pink feather duster.

I jogged over to him. “It’s perfect! How did you come up with that?”

“First thing they forced me into in the old shop. It seemed fitting. You look good in that. I’m sure Q will approve. Bet he’s wanking at the sight of you right now.”

“He… He can see us?”

“Of course. CCTV, all over the shop and it’s as much for his amusement as it is for security. After all, you’ll be part of the security today. You’re just property now. His. He can watch if he likes.”

I nodded and stepped into a display case, tapping my riding crop into the palm of my leather gloved hand. When it was activated I froze in the stance, riding crop in mid swing.

It was certainly better than the first time, being able to communicate. Being able to hear. Listening to the conversations with Joel and tapping answers when there were no customers about.

At midday or thereabouts, M was sent to the back to collect something just as I spotted someone. Furtive look, scrappy pencil and notepad, filthy clothing. I recognised him too. He was a pretty infamous face in the neighbourhood.

I tapped five times as the rhyme instructed the moment he passed me.

He glanced up at me and froze, a look bordering on disgust. He walked around me and began jotting things down. Then he continued on his way.

I tapped five times again.

“The one who just walked around you?”

Five taps.

“What’s he stolen?”

I paused. Two taps. Seemed to be right.

“He’s not stolen anything?”

Two taps.

“So why did you tap five times?”

How… Oh. Thanks, M. Two taps, six taps. Long pause. Three taps, one tap, one tap-nine taps.”

“OK, OK, slow down. 2 6… letters?”

One tap.

“C A… errr”

One tap-nine taps.

“J?”

One tap, longer pause, nine taps.

“S?”

One tap.

“Continue.”

Nine taps.

“I?”

One tap, pause, one tap-four taps.

“N….Casing out the joint?”

One tap. Long pause. One tap, three taps.

“M?”

One tap.

“Why?”

Three taps, one tap-five taps, one tap-six taps.

“C.O… P?”

One tap.

“M’s a fucking cop?”

Two taps. One tap… I… God this was frustrating. Two taps three taps. One tap. One tap nine taps.

I watched Joel counting on his fingers.

“Was?”

One tap.

“How long ago?”

Five taps.

“Months?”

Twelve taps.

“Years?”

One tap.

“OK, just a second.”

Silence. Obviously he’d selected M.

A few minutes later. “He’s gone now. M told me to just let him go unless he stole something. Taking notes isn’t illegal. Might need to prepare though.”

One tap.

“Thank you, blank.”

The rest of the afternoon and evening was just the occasional customer.

Some stared at M and walked around him. He invited them to stroke his suit and the look of excitement was plain to see but none of them were tempted enough or had time enough to try one on and ten rolled around, Joel flipped the door lock and we returned to the back room.

The laptop was placed before me and Joel pointed at it. “Explain.”

“He’s notorious in this neighbourhood, sir. Often shoplifts to fuel his drug habit. Sometimes when he gets desperate he gets bolder too. Burglary, robbery at knife point and so on.”

“I see. And as he was taking notes today…”

I nodded. “Looks like we might be in for a burglary soon…” I looked up at Joel. “How well do you know Master Q, sir?”

“Pretty well. He’s met me a few times, even locked this thing on me personally three years ago. He provides me with work, I serve as his slave when he’s near, in return, I do him the odd favour. Why?”

“How do you think he’d react to the suggestion of enslaving criminals?”

Joel burst out laughing. “Oh god, that’s evil. I love it. I know he has a strong sense of justice.”

M nodded and typed. “That’s how I ended up here after all. I for one approve. If they try breaking into the shop they’re fair game in my opinion.”

“M, before we jump the gun, let’s just wait until Master calls shall we?”

“Yes, sir.”

I looked behind me to find Alpha trying to attract our attention. I pointed.

M noticed. “What is it blank?”

I pointed again.

“No, not you. Him… Sorry. It.”

Alpha took a step back in shock, shaking his head.

Again, M’s shoulders shook. “You’ve got no markings on that suit, blank. Therefore that is what you are. For the next two months you’ll just have to put up with it. Oh… And laptop access will be granted to you for ten minutes each week… At the end of the week, which isn’t today.”

Alpha froze. Then began shaking his head again.

“Oh yes, blank. That’s just the reality of the situation. You fucked up royally on practically every count there was. Keeping me cooped up in that pod for five days longer than necessary, enslaving that, punishing it with the most severe of shocks for no reason, showing absolutely no consideration to either of us. Now you pay the price. If you wish to communicate I suggest you do what we did.”

He shrugged.

“Sign language, you idiot. God, how did he assign you as a Master in this shop? You’re not the brightest spark are you?”

He stared at M, pointed his finger at his goggle, waved flat hands in front of himself and then pointed at his mouth followed by the flat hands again.

I got it.

“Blank, you are literally dumb right now. As for you not being dumb in the stupid sense of the word, of course you are. Look at what you’ve done in the past three days! We got lucky, that’s all I’ll say. The last one we encountered with your attitude almost killed one of us.”

Alpha was in mid gesture and froze. He made a knife slitting throat gesture and mimed a question mark.

“Yes. You’ll know what level ten means once your plug’s settled. That should teach you never to use it for anything but the most serious of crimes. The last one, one who was called Rex forced number four into a case, froze him in place and activated ten for an hour. It would’ve been all night if he hadn’t been discovered. The crime? Four spoke to him using a tablet Q provided for just that purpose.”

Alpha shook his head and continued shaking it.

“Are you aware of the fate dished out on Rex for that crime? The damage it did to number four?”

The head shaking continued.

“I’ll tell you all about it later. I suppose we’ll have to teach you the sign language we came up with. All the slaves here will be using it eventually.”