2017-09-15 - spike - The New Shop 11

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 11
Date: 15 September 2017

Chapter 11
M sat in the rec room facing the door wearing his leather man uniform while I sat in the control room for the next bit.

Talking to the new slaves individually. I had no voice so I couldn’t warn M about them attempting to resist.

He spoke.

“Slave, the cage will open, the cell door too. Go to the single door and press the panel. No warning, no thirty seconds to comply. The moment you deviate from these orders you will be punished.”

He had the laptop with him but I suspected he’d set that to one side eventually once the slave began to get a grip on sign language.

I released the cage and cell door. It clambered down, walked directly to the single door and pressed the panel.

The door opened and it walked through, looking around confused.

What to do… what to do… Some signal… I flipped the switch on the rec room UV briefly. Even fully clothed he’d feel the stiffness on the exposed graphene or at least I hoped he would.

“Was that an indication he’s done as he’s told, eleven?”

Another flip.

“Go to the single door opposite, press the panel, when the door opens press the panel inside and B1.”

It did as it was told so I flipped it again.

The slave emerged and stood stock still, looking around.

“Come, slave. Sit.”

Its eyes locked onto him and it walked over, sitting opposite.

“Good. No further resistance. Now.” he turned the laptop. “You may speak. Anything you wish, you won’t be punished. This time.”

“Please, sir. It hurts. Please let me go!”

“Impossible. The suit is impossible to remove and I should know. This one has been a part of me for over five years and I know for a fact it’ll be on me for the rest of my life. I’m a slave and I’m happy with that. You will be too.”

“But the pain!”

“The plug needs time. You will adjust to it just as I did. Just as eleven did. Eleven was the one your… friend… attempted to slit the throat of by the way. It wasn’t too pleased about that so it’s that slave’s Master. Along with the drug addict and the man who attempted to manhandle it out of the display case. You and the other two are mine. Mine to train. Mine to punish or mine to reward for good behaviour.”

“But I can’t”

“I don’t care about can or can’t. You will. You’ve already stated that you submit. Do so and your life here will be much more bearable. Much more pleasant in fact. You see the facilities we have here. This is only one of the levels. One level down we have a gym your eyes will boggle at and judging by the fact you knew how to take the kneeling submissive pose so perfectly, you’ll love the dungeon too.”

“Dungeon, sir?”

“Of course. Can’t train slaves to serve a gay Master without a dungeon.”

“Can I see, sir?”

“First. Tell me. Everything. Your name. Your address. Your place of employment. Every piece of personal information I deem important and that includes all internet passwords and bank details. You’ll never see them or anything of your old life again anyway so they don’t matter anymore. You will also tell me everything about the attempted burglary. Everything about the shoplifting. I saw you steal those trousers. Was that theft to order as the burglary was?”

“How did you know about that?”

“The shoplifting? I saw you. You walked right past me. Yes. I was the mannequin on display and if you obey, you will be granted the opportunity to take that role yourself.”

“But how did you know about the burglary?”

“How did we know to prepare? Eleven recognised the addict. That… thing is one of you in those cages too. It came in the day after clearly at a loss to explain your disappearance and we captured it too. It told us the burglary was to order when Alpha offered it a job for life.”

It’s shoulders shook.

“Oh god, if what you say’s true he’s in for a shock.”

“It.”

“What?”

“It is in for a shock. Until you gain the rank of subhuman…” M turned his back to show off his gold name. “you and every slave here is an it. A faceless, voiceless rubber object. And that is all you will ever be. You’ve got a lot of bad karma to clear before Master would consider you lot worthy of advancement. Now, tell me.”

Its shoulders sagged a little and it typed again.

“I stole the trousers ‘cos I wanted them but couldn’t afford them. I’d never seen anything so good.”

“And the burglary?”

“I was walking home wearing them. I changed in the restroom in a local bar, got onto the subway and I was a block from my house when the man who runs the fetish shop was pulling down the shutters. He saw what I was wearing and asked where I’d got them. When I told him how amazing the store here was he looked at them more closely looking worried and offered me a couple of grand along with a share of anything he sold to rip you off.”

“Well, congratulations. You’ve just lost every ounce of freedom you’ll ever have for the price of a few thousand dollars that you’ll never even see.”

“It’s been a fantasy, sir. I won’t deny that. But for real? For ever? I don’t think I can.”

“As I said, can or can’t are irrelevant. You have no choice, therefore, you will.” He placed a knife on the table. “Just to prove the point you understand. That is sharp enough to cut through a raw steak as if it was butter. Cut yourself out. Start with a glove.”

It picked up the blade. It examined it. Sawed the edge of the table leaving a groove and a small amount of sawdust. Then it ran the blade against the back of its hand. I zoomed in.

M had said the suit would protect me but what I saw then… I knew why. A line of silver formed where it attempted to cut. It cut harder.

“Now, examine the blade. Examine your hand! Try cutting the table again if you like.”

It did so. The blade didn’t even leave a scratch this time, totally blunt.

“I was taken five years ago, slave. That’s how long I’ve been in this suit, so before you try to say I can’t again, yes, you will. And I was taken against my will too. Now, I love it. Eleven was also taken against its will very recently. It’s accepted it now, that it has no hope of a normal life. That it is just a slave object. It’s even begun to enjoy this life just as I do.”

“What’s with this its bullshit?”

“Get used to it. You’re nothing. An object. No longer a person. Until you advance in rank that is all you’ll be and as I said, that might take years, if at all. Until you acquire a mark of ownership like this, expect to be sold at slave auction. I believe that will be the fate of all of you.”

It sat bolt upright at that. “Slave auction? And there’s a chance I can avoid that?”

“Only if you submit. Totally and utterly. Put aside all ideas of free will. Freedom is a thing of the past. When you receive an order you do it and you don’t just do it, you do it to the best of your ability. You put every ounce of effort you can muster into anything commanded of you.”

It nodded.

“Good.” M folded the laptop away. “Now, it’s time you learned a very useful skill.”

It looked at the laptop. Reached for it.

M slapped its hand and began gesturing slowly. It was large enough for me to see.

“I.t.s” he made a clock with his fingers “y.o.u l.e.a.r.n.e.d t.o” crab hands “w.i.t.h.o.u.t t.h.e” pointed at his knee and added a d and held four fingers up “t.e.c.h.n.o.l.o.g.y b.e.c.a.u.s.e” pointed at it “w.o.n.t” pointed at his eyes and then outwards. “m.u.c.h o.f t.h.a.t.”

Then he repeated it on the armband.

“It’s time you learned to speak without the need for technology, because you won’t be seeing much of that.”

It held its hand up. It paused, then nodded and held its hand palm flat for the same how he’d done that first night. Slowly it spelt out “l.o.n.g. d.i.d i.t t.a.k.e”

He reduced his size and increased his speed slightly.

“My first cage mate and I had our first conversation the first night we were together. It took a while. Within a week we were quick. Too quick for the other slaves to keep up with in fact until they got to grips with it too. Quicker than that.” He pointed at the laptop.

This continued for an hour, gradually getting smaller, faster. So small I could no longer pick up much of the conversation from the angle the camera was at. Then he placed the laptop before it again and typed onto his armband.

“Now, every pertinent personal detail. You and your partners in crime. All those slaves in that cell are the other burglars and the addict you had case out the joint. All six of you.”

“But there’s only five!”

“Yes. When we released the one eleven rendered unconscious from its freeze after its cleaning, it didn’t take well to what we’d done to it. Instead of following its orders it decided to try breaking the mirror and then tried to pull a cubical door off its hinges. It’s frozen now. Goggles black. Deaf to the world and it will remain that way for another eight hours.”

“Fuck! But”

“But what?”

“He suffers fr”

“It, slave. And don’t forget the sir.”

“It then. It suffers from claustrophobia, sir! It’ll be a nervous wreck by now.”

“Well then. All the more reason for it to choose to obey. The cage will feel like a football stadium compared to the confinement it’s experiencing now. Information. Laptop. Now, slave.”

It took a while, but it completed that task in exquisite detail. Every single little thing it could think of about all of them.

“Very good. Now, forget that name. Forget the names of all your friends down there too. Put aside everything from your old life. Your name now is blank. The names of all other non-marked slaves is blank too. There’s no need for another. If you advance you will be granted a name, just as eleven was. He was a blank less than a week ago.”

Its shoulders sagged again. “It’s a lot to get used to, sir.”

“As I said, it’s not something you have any control over now, so get used to it. Within a month you may even think of yourself as blank and if you continue with this attitude, I guarantee you’ll love it. Now, follow me.”

M walked back to the elevator which opened the moment he pressed the panel. Both entered and he selected B2. When he stepped out and beckoned for the slave to follow the slave froze and started gesturing too excitedly for me to grasp. Its movements were too jerky.

M’s shoulders shook again. “Yes, blank. This gym, you will see a hell of a lot of. Every day in fact. But only when you’ve adjusted to your additions. Oh, and when you get back down to your cage, start talking to them. Tell them everything you know. Including some of the stuff they have to look forward to.”

He pointed back at the elevator and they went down to B3 and again, it froze to the spot and started gesturing excitedly.

“This, you will see too, if you behave. Every slave will however be evaluated in here soon. Every fetish, every kink, you’ll experience them all and even if it was something you considered a limit, you will do it.”

“Everything?”

“Everything it’s possible for you to experience, yes. Obviously all the homosexual acts are now impossible.”

“What do you mean impossible?”

“You’re permanently tubed up and plugged, blank. The core to the plug is removed for cleaning but that is far too small to fuck. Your mouth is permanently gagged and therefore impossible to be fucked too. You’ll never kiss another man. You’ll never rim or be rimmed, never be fisted by another man. Added to that the chastity never comes off unless you’re frozen. Master doesn’t allow his slaves orgasm.”

“Then kill me, now, sir! I can’t live without”

“Oh, you can. The plug is capable of so much more than flushing. Once settled, you’ll see. You’re going to have a totally different opinion of that thing once you’ve felt what it can do.”

“Shit! It’s electrified?”

“Oh yes. And it never runs down before you ask. It’s always on a high charge. Electro isn’t just for punishment but that is a large purpose of it. The pleasures you’ll experience are beyond anything you’ve ever felt before, believe me. Even the claustrophobic one’ll be on its knees thanking eleven after experiencing that.”

“When can I experience it, sir?”

“When there’s no pain down there of course. Now, back to your cage. Teach them. Talk to them like this because eleven doesn’t have one of these.” he pointed at his armband. “It will be talking solely with laptop or sign. I think at this point, it’ll prefer sign. Now, press the panel without a button, it’ll automatically take you to B4, you know which block you came from and which cell and cage. Go.”

It went and it seemed to have a distinct spring in its step when it did so.