2017-09-10 - spike - The New Shop 8

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 8
Date: 10 September 2017

Thanks again to Subdmj. just a couple of corrections this time but he's helping me to keep the americans sounding that way.
:)


Chapter 8
Again, the Skype alert sounded almost the moment we were released from the cases that night.

We made our way to the back and Joel sat at the laptop.

“Joel, progress report?”

“We got the addict, sir. It was incredibly easy too. All I needed to do is offer him a job for life if he told us who sent them to rob the place and he fell for it hook, line and sinker. It seems another fetish shop was responsible, sir. He said the one in Brooklyn and as there is one there that seems to be it.”

“Yes, I saw a little of that. I’ll look into the Brooklyn situation later. I think they deserve to be punished if true.”

“Yes, sir.”

”Where is it now?”

“We left it frozen for most of the afternoon, sir, but during a quiet period I put it through its first cleaning.”

“Very good. So, now you have an equal share. Three each. I take it, eleven, that you’ll be wanting to claim the one who attacked you and the first you took down?”

I nodded.

“You can have that one too. Now, a more urgent matter before we continue with this. Joel, fetch the package that arrived this morning and open it.”

“Yes, sir.” Joel got up and left the room.

“Eleven, your yacht is now manned by one of my men who slightly matches your description. Unbeknownst to anyone else however he has packed a wet suit and scuba gear on board and will take it into rough waters the moment a weather warning is in force. It’s hurricane season so the seas are beginning to get rougher. He’ll abandon the vessel and be picked up by one of ours soon after. Your wallet will be found in the wreck.”

My shoulders sagged a little. So it was really happening then. I nodded.

Joel returned and placed the open package on the table.

“Lay the contents on the table for eleven to examine. Eleven. Sit.”

I sat at the keyboard.

Joel placed three thick sheets in front of me. I picked one up and read it.

“They’re made of vellum before you ask.” came from the laptop. “There’s also an official seal that fell out of use two years ago. We know you enslaved Beth three years ago, so two years seems an appropriate date for the will. One will be delivered to Beth, one to a solicitors near you and one to your family soon after your death is announced.”

I looked at the laptop confused. “Solicitors, sir? Oh, sorry. Lawyers you mean?”

“Yes. Force of habit. I don’t spend much time in the United States.”

I read the wills, all identical. First thing I checked. Then I studied one of them in earnest.

“If there is anything we missed you can put them in the additional section at the bottom. Anything you wish to bequeath to someone other than Bethan, put in the exclusions section.”

I read the list of my properties. The wording of the actual will itself. The pit of my stomach knotting the more I read. I was really going to do it. This document was the final nail in the coffin of my old life.

Everything I owned was there apart from one thing. A bank account based in England. I’d travelled there a few times and it was always a good idea to use local currency to avoid the exchange rate scam. I reached for the keyboard.

“Sir, you only missed one thing. Twenty thousand pounds in a Barclays bank account in the UK, sir. Bethan’s already getting everything else and that’s worth well over a million. Is there a charity you support? I’ll send it their way.”

“I’ve always been a supporter of the Terence Higgins trust, eleven.”

“The AIDS charity?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath. “OK, then.”

I began to write. First in the additional section.

“To my mother, Marion Anderson, my father, Daniel Anderson, my brother, John Anderson and my sister, Katherine Beckett, I leave nothing. I earned this money, my life, using nothing from you. I got no support at all from my teens onward, everything going to my brother. Even the estate I should have inherited from my grandparents you contested and forced into that spoiled bastard’s hands. All I leave for you is my scorn.”

And in the exclusions section.

“All my worldly goods have been given to Bethan Roberts apart from the following. The contents of bank account number 3454234, sort code, 20-20-20. Branch, Barclays bank, Regents Street, London. The contents of this account I bequeath to the Terence Higgins Trust.”

The pen hovered over the signature box for over a minute. I took a deep breath and signed it.

Then I copied what I’d written to the other two, signed them too and handed them back to Joel.

“Joel, can you check them, make sure they’re identical and then hold one up to the camera?”

Joel did so.

There was a long pause as Master Q read what I’d written.

“Yes. Our background check did highlight that little anomaly. Curiosity got the better of me and I dug further. I think I can explain why your parents contested that will.”

“Why? They were never willing to explain!”

“We unearthed adoption papers dating back to 1985.”

“I’m adopted… Wait. 1985? But I wasn’t even born then!”

“But your brother was. It seems his biological father was a single parent. His wife died in childbirth and he died in an accident for which your father was held responsible.”

“Shit! Thank you, sir! Then I’m definitely not feeling guilty about what I put into the will about them!”

“Joel. Take those wills, use the seal and pack them away for collection in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.” Joel left the room.

“Now eleven. How do you feel about it? Your submission to me?”

“I… I still don’t know how, sir! I’ll try to find it within myself but I don’t know.”

The laptop sighed. “Eleven. What is the purpose of a slave?”

“To please her… Sorry. His master.”

“And?”

“To follow every order without question.”

“And?”

I paused. “To perform any task set to the best of his ability, sir.”

“Did you ever defy me? Disobey?”

“No, but”

“Eleven. Why did you indicate the addict? He wasn’t a shoplifter and yet you alerted us to the danger. When placed in the case that night you didn’t just pretend to take part in the fight for fear of punishment if you didn’t, you took down two of them single handed. You offered to help with our software problems and when presented with a piece of flawed code, you didn’t just do the bare minimum in correcting the mistake, you brought our attention to a means of improving the entire system as a whole. You have submitted to me, eleven. You’re not doing it out of fear. That much is clear. You’ve exceeded my expectations for every task to which you have been put and I couldn’t be prouder to own you.”

I sat there, stunned. From the outside it must’ve looked like the suit had locked me in place. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard but it was true. More than that. I was happy to hear it. I was a slave and I’d been claimed by the best master a slave could wish for.

I had no idea what to do then. My mind was in a whir. Then, a decision. Fuck it, he was right.

I stood. Tilted the screen down and performed the same thanking gesture M had.

“Very good, eleven.” The voice sounded astounded. “Very good indeed. You’ll be a lot happier after that revelation, I can assure you. Especially if you accept what I said to be the truth.”

I returned to the seat. “Thank you, sir. I… I’m still at a loss for words, to tell you the truth, sir.”

“Now, I think it’s time we dealt with the burglars. This time though, minimum contact. Only when frozen. No risk of reprisals.”

“How, sir? Total lockdown mode?”

“Oh, no eleven. Something much better. They will learn to follow orders from the beginning.”

“How? We can’t shock them yet, sir?”

“No, no shocks for at least three days but there is another means of persuasion. One M is more than familiar with.”

I looked at M curiously. He fiddled with his armband.

“I spent a week in the display case after my capture, frozen constantly until Master Q ordered me to be allowed exercise. They turned off the case, ordered me into chastity shorts and then ordered me back into the case. Naturally, I refused.”

“If I’m going to be able to do this to them, sir. I feel I should experience it first.”

“Very well. M. You know what to do. Just ten seconds.”

“Yes, sir.” He pointed his fob at me.

My nose tubes… I… Oh fuck! I couldn’t breath. My hand shot to my throat, my nose. It felt like an eternity before the air returned.

“Fuck, me, that was…”

“It’s meant to be but it is the perfect method of coercion. It’s what blank should have done that first day to ensure your compliance. Not fucking shocking you.” It was clear that final sentence was directed at blank.

I glanced back and saw him hanging his head in shame.

“You will of course be issued with a fob of your own. Do not mistreat blank too harshly, eleven. Treat it exactly as you will the other blanks.”

“So mine will work on him?”

“Yes. And please, get used to referring to it as an it. Only gold standard suited slaves qualify for him remember. You too are still an it but that may change very soon if you continue to excel in your duties.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Was there anything more you wanted to add?”

“There was one thing.”

“Go on?”

“Permission to put the one who tried to kill me into the dog suit I saw in the store, sir.”

“Hmmm, how long were you thinking about keeping it in that state?”

“A week maybe, see how things go from there. God, if only it was possible to leave the store. Imagine how humiliated it’d feel if dragged along to a park for his, sorry, its walks.”

Q laughed and it was a full belly laugh. “If you wish, once you’ve fully gained my trust, possibly in a few months, I may actually grant that. But you would be accompanied by a human slave. Possibly even Joel.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“As for the dog suit. That one, denied. I’ll have a modified one sent to you. The one in the store’s for humans. It would need to be removed each cleaning cycle. I’ll send one that doesn’t. It will also be lined with a mesh suit so the dog can be frozen. The mesh will gain its power from the plug and the freeze function added to all fobs. If you like once it’s become accustomed to its new life as nothing but a dog, I could send you a suit made of graphene.”

“Make it permanent? Is that even possible, sir? Surely the human body can’t remain in that position forever?”

“We do have a new class of object, animal, but I suppose your right. Four’s choice of position for his plaything is a lot less stressful on the body. That is permanent, however. Anything more?”

“Just one thing, sir? Is there a way to modify its plug?”

“In what way?”

“I may not be into dog play, sir, but I think everyone in the fetish community has seen photos. Many have tails attached to their plugs. With a powered plug like ours it could be so much more, capable of wagging, dropping between its legs when it should look ashamed or standing alert when the dog should be excited.”

“Good grief! That, eleven, is an excellent idea! In fact, such a product could be made public, it’d excite the true dog fetishists to have a tail that actually performed like a real dog. That may take some time however. A new locking mechanism would also need to be implemented. Again, using the fob to unlock, I think. The tail would get in the way of the keyhole. Very well done.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now, I think it’s time you dealt with your guests, don’t you? Everyone in the control room for the first part. Only go down there when they’re all in the wet room frozen.”

“How will that work, sir?”

“For one, M’s armband can send to any slave in the facility no matter where he is. He can select multiple targets or select all and exclude some. He can even send different messages to different groups simultaneously. The armband’s very flexible. For the other, the fob can be used to affect any slave in the facility from within the control room, there are repeaters in every room, and for the third, the wet room down there is separated into cubicles. The entire wet room can of course be frozen but the cubicles can be frozen individually. Do not allow them to see each other until we shove them back in their cages. From tomorrow, they can share the same cell.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And don’t forget the dog tags and chains. This is the perfect opportunity to apply them. Q out.”