2017-08-28 - spike - The New Shop 5

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 5
Date: 28 August 2017

Thanks again to subdmj for a little last minute error/not-american-enough checking.

Chapter 5
The Skype alert sounded, Joel nudged me and took my place on the chair.

“Report, Joel.”

“Takings are up again, sir. I went through the paperwork for the past few days during a quiet period. It seems having M as an assistant increased sales by ten percent, sir.”

“Very good. And it seems we’ll be getting some more unwilling slaves soon too?”

“From what blank said sir, yes. If you agree with that idea, sir.”

“Blank. Thank you. It was indeed an idea I wholeheartedly agree with. We’ll have slightly more willing slaves joining you soon too. Not entirely sure of the timetable yet. Delivery can be problematic sometimes, but within a week it seems you’ll have ten more slaves at least. M will have his work cut out dealing with all of them, so I’m naming you number eleven. That is a step up in rank and you can put those dominant tendencies to good use but you are still an object.”

I stared. Pointed at my chest.

“Yes, you eleven. Not that. It remains a blank for the full period of its sentence. And yes, that does mean you outrank it. Your duties now will be as slave handler second class. Once they’ve been taught the sign language M has such an affinity with, you will train five, he will train the other five and if the burglary does commence as expected and you manage to capture those too, you’ll each have an equal share of them.”

I made a typing gesture.

“Yes eleven, you’ll have your say when I’m done with Joel.”

I nodded.

“Joel, kidnapping is a serious crime and I understand if you want no part in it but it would be appreciated if you helped.”

“I’d be glad to, sir.”

“Good. M. Warehouse, section two, shelving unit Q, top shelf, right hand side, you’ll find a box of syringes. Next to it, a box containing vials of muscle relaxant. Fetch them now.”

M nodded and left the room.

“It seems prudent at this point in time to make the blanks slightly more easily identifiable. Once this call is done, Joel, fetch some collars and engrave some dog tags. The first collar will go on blank. From now on you’re blank one. Background checks for all slaves before they’re taken. Offer them the chance to wear the suit whenever they like and only take them if they express a desire to never get out, even flippantly if the check clears. If in doubt, look to M. A few weren’t background checked at the satellite shops, so those details may need to be scanned and sent over too. If the burglars have no identification, stand them before one of the cameras and we’ll conduct a face recognition search from here. Then suit, seal and cure.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed Joel. Allow eleven to take your place.”

Joel stood and I sat.

“Now, eleven. Opinions so far.”

“I’m going to love the gym, the rec room is amazing but I still hate what’s happened to me and it’s still agony down there.”

“On a scale of naught to ten with ten being the pain immediately after your first cleaning cycle and zero being pain free, what would you place your current level at?”

“Ten sir.”

“You haven’t seen any recovery?”

“Yes, sir. It has improved.”

“Explain!”

“The shocks, sir. My ass hurt a hell of a lot more than this after those, sir. For quite a while.”

He sighed. “Understood. It seems you’ll not be at full operational capacity for at least another two days. How did you enjoy display duty, now that you have a means of communication and the ability to hear?”

“It was certainly more interesting, sir. And a little frustrating.”

“Yes. It is Joel’s first day on the job. Over time both you and he will get better at understanding each other with just a simple tap. Four managed to get across quite a lot of information when a shoplifter stole one of the suits in London. He managed to not only indicate what was stolen but who stole it and what they’d do with it without the need to spell anything more than two letters.”

“Good god. How?”

“You have your rhyme. He used that combined with the fact suit five was stolen and a knowledge of who the thief was. He tapped a rhythm from the music in a porn they’d watched to indicate that he thought the thief would wear it the next weekend at a fetish club and indicated that he’d be back begging to be let out of the suit by simply tapping U and V. The point is, once Joel gets to know you, communication will become much easier.”

I nodded.

“Any questions?”

“Just one, sir. The facilities…”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t they a bit big? And won’t we need more cages if we’re getting another ten or more slaves here soon?”

“The facilities are designed to be used by quite a few slaves, eleven. There’s room for the storage and training of one hundred downstairs. More if they share cages.”

“But… There were only about eight cages of various shapes and sizes in the dungeon, sir! And that many people vanishing in NY? It’d trigger a major investigation!”

“Yes, I thought the motion detectors had remained silent today down there. There are five basement levels the lift can go to, not three. B4 is the cell block. It’s quite capable of accommodating all those slaves without the need for them ever having to leave it. Each corridor has a wet room capable of handling fifty slaves, two solitary confinement cells and four cells each containing six cages and the other two levels for training.”

“And B5 sir?”

“Transport and shipping. Slaves are not permitted down there. Well, slaves with suits or electrified chastity. The lift detects them and will not travel down to that level with one of you in it unless they’re in a pod. It’s part of a derelict section of the transit system. A storage and distribution centre is further down the line so from the surface, nothing untoward will be seen happening there. It’s how the man who released your slave managed to get your keys. New York is the hub of this operation, I have a store in many of the major cities in the United States and Canada. That’s where most of the slaves will come from.”

“How do you get down there? The lowest button is B3, sir.”

“Just touch the panel without pressing a button. B4 is the default destination for the lift. When the system is fully in operation the lift will deliver slaves to wherever they’re meant to be without the need to press the buttons unless they’ve been granted full access. Unfortunately we’re still experiencing a few teething troubles with the software in simulation before we allow it into the wild.”

My fingers froze. Could I really help them or even offer to help after what they’d done to me? On the other hand, would I receive rewards for the offer? I was his property for life anyway oh fuck it.

“Maybe I can help, sir.”

“Help how?”

“I’m a software architect and a pretty good coder, sir. I could help iron out the bugs.”

“Yes. We scanned the contents of your wallet and pockets and the background check came through today. I was hoping you might offer. You will spend one hour a day studying code fragments that have proven problematic. You will work in a sandbox and your code will be studied by our software engineers before being implemented. Any attempts to introduce backdoors to the code will be severely punished. Understood?”

“Understood, sir. And I do fully understand. I’ve never heard of anything so illegal. It’s quite exciting being a part of it, sir.”

“Now for the problem. How will you disappear? Suicide has been an option for many but it doesn’t seem right for you.”

“I own a small single man yacht, sir. A rough sea, a wreck…”

“Very good. Very good indeed. Now for your reward. I’m never one to back down on promises.”

Suddenly, the Skype window split into conference call mode and… Oh god she looked beautiful.

“Oh god, Bethan!”

“Adam? What the fuck is going on? Why are you typing that?”

“I’m sorry Beth, I’m trapped. I went to see a suit I thought you’d love. The man explained it was for long term wear and had some additions to accommodate that so, he put me in a bondage chair, put tubes down my throat and let me pose in front of a mirror for half an hour. Then I froze solid and he sealed me in! I’ve been told everything’s permanent, it’s impossible to get any of it out or off now. I’m a slave and I don’t know if I can live like this! I’ll never talk again!”

I looked at what I’d just typed and noticed a few things change on screen.

“I’m sorry Beth, I’m trapped. I went to see a suit I thought you’d love. The man explained it was for long term wear and had some additions to accommodate that so, he put me in a bondage chair, put tubes down my throat and sealed me in! Then he removed a panel in the base of the chair and shoved the biggest plug imaginable up my ass and sealed that in too! I’ve been told everything’s permanent, it’s impossible to get any of it out or off now. I’m a slave and I don’t know if I can live like this! I’ll never talk again!”

I sighed.

“Can she see me, sir?”

“No. Would you like her to?”

“Please, sir.”

She recoiled in the chair and then leaned forward, studying what she was seeing.

“Fuck! That looks so fuckin’ hot! And it’s on for life?”

I nodded.

“Could I see the rest?”

I stood and took a few steps back. Turned around.

“Oh you lucky, lucky bastard!”

I stared at the screen and rushed back the chair.

“Lucky? I’m a Master not a slave! I’ve lost everything! I’ve lost you!”

Her demeanour changed almost instantly. I’d never seen her switch so fast.

“Oh pull yourself together you fuckwit! That’s the most amazing suit I’ve ever seen! Where’s the zip?”

“No zip. Very special material. Very elastic when I got into it. In through the mouth.” My head sagged. “Not anymore though. It’s got the elasticity of normal rubber now.”

“Oh god, what I wouldn’t… Sir that’s his Master now… Could I? I’d willingly submit to that for life!”

A different voice spoke now. It had an artificial quality similar to the one used by M.

“I’m sorry. No. I did initially make the offer when I learned he had a slave in a cage at home. I withdrew it the moment I learned that slave was a woman. The suits are designed for men. I’m a gay Master and the thought of enslaving women leaves me cold.”

“So he’s a sexist git is he?”

“I suppose I am but that’s beside the point. Women’s… plumbing is very different. All a man requires is a simple tube up the cock. For permanent sealing, the mechanics of a female suit are beyond me. It’s more than just urine you need to have taken care of after all. As far as I know a female suit would be impossible.”

Her head sank. “Oh god that looks so fuckin hot though. God. So what happens now?”

I typed again. “Now, Master has assured me he’ll supply me with all the forms required to transfer ownership to you. I think only a will will be required. He knows about my yacht, that’s how I disappear. A wreck in a storm. You won’t be abandoned, Beth. I promise you.”

His artificial voice spoke again. “Let it be known that if you attempt to alert the authorities, your ex-Master will suffer excruciating torments! The plug up his arse is electrified and it can be used to impose more pain than you can imagine or pleasures you can’t conceive of. If he doesn’t submit willingly to me within the month, your life is forfeit!”

She jumped in her chair at that threat. Again her demeanour changed.

“Well he’ll just have to learn to fucking well submit then won’t he.”

I stared at her. “What the”

“Shut up Adam and listen to me! You do have it in you! On my birthdays you allowed me to top you! I saw it. You entered subspace a few times during those sessions but quickly suppressed it. You might not’ve been aware of it but I knew what to look for. Stop suppressing it!”

“But I don’t know how, Beth! How the hell do you”

“Adam, listen. Losing control, giving yourself fully to another person is the most liberating feeling imaginable. Just let go! You don’t have anything to lose anymore apart from your pigheadedness! You’ve already lost everything. Give up. Let yourself go. Learn to submit! I’m not lying, you’ll love it once you manage and once you’ve done that, you’ll learn to enjoy that suit. You’ll love being a slave!”

I stared at her in shock. She’d never spoken to me like that before. All her submissiveness had flown right out of the window and she seemed to have switched into permanent domme mode!

“Please! Tell me how!”

“It takes time, Adam but I know you have it in you. How many other slaves are there? I saw another suit standing in the range of the camera so I know there’s at least one more. Have him teach you.”

“I’ll try, Beth.” God, when she said all that, it felt like all the air being let out of a balloon. I almost visibly deflated. Did I really have a submissive side so buried it took her to get it out? She was right. I knew that. I had lost everything. There was nothing more to hold on to or try to keep from being wrenched from my grasp. It was gone. Everything about my old life was gone.

She looked to her right and sagged in the chair a little. “The man here says that’s it, Adam. I won’t be able to trace you or anyone who’s visited me. Hell, I don’t even know what he looks like under that crash helmet. Goodbye Adam. Try. That’s all you can do now.”

The conference call mode ended and the screen returned to normal.

“I’m sorry about the threat, eleven. That was for her benefit more than yours. I needed her to think that you were in a much worse situation than you are. The shop is well within reach of her and as a fetishist she’s obviously going to find it. When she sees you or any other suit in a display case, sees M serving customers… She might put two and two together and think you’re there. Our story is a targeted theft. Three suits were stolen along with all the accessories last week before we even opened. No idea who but it’s clear whoever stole them also stole you.”

“So that threat…”

“Was just a threat, eleven. It takes time, I know. I am a Master. At least now we know you have a submissive side to work on, even if it is buried deep.”

I nodded.

“Now, back to the business at hand. Tonight you will dress as you were during the day and sleep in the display case. Both you and blank will.”

“How, sir?”

“It’s a skill, admittedly, but a very useful one. The suit will support your weight, many slaves have learned to sleep in the standing position when frozen in place. Joel and M. You will bed down behind the counter. Each of you will be armed with two syringes filled with muscle relaxant. If they break in, take them by surprise. Joel, it’s your job to wake the frozen slaves before cutting the power to the cases using the master switch behind the counter.”

I began to grin to myself. Two mannequins suddenly coming to life and… Oh god, this actually sounded like fun.

“Sir…” Joel looked puzzled. “How do I wake them without making a noise?”

“Have you issued yourself with a wristband, Joel?”

“No sir.”

“Do so now. Bluetooth will allow it to tether to your microphone. With it, you can do a lot more than just the mic alone. You can also talk on it the same way M does and it does have a mute button so only those with earplugs can hear it.”

M returned carrying a couple of boxes. He put them down and stood behind me.

“Did you hear that M?”

M nodded. “Oh, there was something. I talked to blank about”

“Yes. I reviewed your logs. Very good idea, consider it done. Four’s voice settings were transferred to your wristband this afternoon.”

“Thank you, sir. Trust me eleven, you’re going to love it. Sir, one more thing. Just an idea. For the ten new slaves shipped in, we didn’t need ID tags around their necks in the old shop. The tablet was enough for four, six and Alpha and I believe it actually came in useful when it came to the twins, sir.”

“Yes. Good point. Go on.”

“It may aid in their training if they had no means of identifying each other. For the criminals on the other hand, it could prove useful. After all, we want to instantly be able to distinguish them from their innocent counterparts. They’ll be a lot more trouble.”

“Very good point. Dog tags for the burglars should they appear. There are chains in the shop with permanent fastenings meaning they need to be cut off with bolt cutters. Use those. None for anyone else. And blank will join its brothers in the cells for the unpodded part of its sentence. It will live with them, train with them, learn what it is to be a blank fully.”

I glanced back at blank. He was shaking his head again. I started laughing.

“Laughing or sobbing again, eleven?”

I made a laughing gesture and shifted my position so the camera could see blank.

Q started laughing too. “Yes, blank. I’m not going to allow another occurrence similar to what happened in London five years ago. Four is still, even after all this time, not fully recovered from the experience and according to the doctors is never likely to be. You exhibited the same contempt for my slaves, the same utter disregard for their welfare that Rex did that day. From now on, every man I put in your position will experience life as a blank before I hand over responsibility to him. Q out.”