2017-09-17 - spike - The New Shop 12

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 12
Date: 17 September 2017

Chapter 12
The next one for the rec room didn’t need to be told. It walked directly up to the table M was sitting at but it didn’t take a seat.

Instead it started to throw a punch. M didn’t even have time to raise his fob, but I was ready. I flipped the switch and it froze with its fist four inches from M’s shocked nose.

The momentum made the statue rock slightly, but it didn’t fall over.

“I won’t punish you for that. This time. Now when you unfreeze, sit. We need to talk.”

I turned it off and the figure slumped onto the table, then inched back onto the chair, its head sinking into its hands. It started to shake.

“Yes. I know. I know exactly what you’re feeling now but trust me on this. If you obey. If you pull your weight, this life might be utterly different to anything you’ve experienced before but bloody hell it can be good if you let it.”

Its head raised. I don’t know what it was doing inside the mask but I imagined it was glaring at him.

“Before you think anything else or try to punch me again, yes, we are watching. We have someone at the controls able to freeze you the moment you show any more violent tendencies. If you like, you can try to punch my lights out in the boxing ring once you’ve adjusted.”

M slid the laptop across and opened it. “You may speak.”

“What the fuck have you done!?”

“The suit, your new home. It’s permanent. The tubes preventing any noise by bypassing your vocal cords, permanent. The tube down to your stomach for feeding. Permanent. The plug up your arse. Permanent. You have a whole new life ahead of you and there’s nothing you can do to get out of it.”

“I can’t live like this!”

“I thought that originally. You can. I did. I adjusted. More than adjusted. I learned to love this life. For one thing, I know there is nothing more for me now. This is it. Every single slave you see in a suit like this is in the same situation. Trapped. Enslaved. For life. I was forced into this suit just as you were five years ago. I wouldn’t want it any other way now.”

“Five years! How the fuck can anyone”

“Five years, yes. Never comes off. It’s impossible to remove. I said that.”

“How can anyone… you must be a mass of rot in there!”

“The cleaning you experienced yesterday was harsh, it had to be. It removed every hair from your body, the top layer of your skin, killed every micro-organism and removed your nails. That was the first clean. You’re cleaned with soapy water daily. Weekly, you get a weaker version of that. It’s not painful like the first but it maintains a healthy skin, keeps your hair from growing. The same can be said for the bowel flushing. It’s pleasant, trust me.”

It seemed to be frozen just staring at him.

“All I ask… No… Bad word. Command of you is that you do not resist. Obey. That’s all there is for any of us now. Our Master” he pointed at his chest. “Owns us. All of us and a hell of a lot more. If you resist, you’ll be punished. If you bow down, you’ll receive rewards, including an hour a day in here.”

The slave looked around as if noticing the place for the first time. It stood and surveyed the room more thoroughly.

M nodded. “See? It’s not all bad but you only get rewards for good behaviour. If you fight, if you resist or defy us, you will be punished and this is the first thing out of the window punishment wise. Trust me, you do not want to experience the more painful things that can be done to you. That plug up your arse is capable of some extremely unpleasant agonies.”

“How can you do this? I’ve got a wife! Two kids!”

“Well, we’ll just have to come up with a convincing way for you to die out there then won’t we? Because you’ll never see them again. And don’t play the self pity card with me. You’re the ones who broke into the shop in the hope of stealing half our stock and driving us out of business. You did this to yourself.”

“I’m sorry, OK!”

“A little too late for that now. My advice, do as your told and do it well. You will live through this. I think you’ll”

“But you’re a fag! Your kind are into this weird stuff!”

“No. I’m not. In fact, before the suit I loathed the very sight of them. That’s what got me put into it. Belittling them when on duty. Harassing them for no reason. Taking the piss out of them when they got beaten. This was their revenge.”

It stared at M again.

“But you said you like it now!”

“I hated it for a long time but they worked hard on me. They found what kinks excited me very early on but even though deep down I enjoyed them, I couldn’t stop hating myself for feeling that way. It took a lot to get over myself and admit I was just as perverted as the rest of them. You are too. Everyone has something that turns them on that many would consider weird or kinky. Learn to like to like it. And don’t hate yourself because we will find what those kinks are.”

“Why do you keep saying we?”

“Listen. Once you come ‘round to our way of thinking, you’ll think of yourself as one of us too. I did say five years remember. I did say I love this life now. Why wouldn’t I? And before you start shrinking away thinking such a life is impossible to live, wait until there’s no more pain in your arse.”

“Pain? Oh, that faded while I was still frozen.”

“There’s none now?”

“No. Should there be?”

“If your arse is virgin territory it can take days for a man to adjust to it. And you did imply you weren’t gay meaning nothing’s been up there.”

“Oh.” Its shoulders shook. “My wife saw to it things went up there.”

“So, you do have a kinky side. Now, describe the sensations you feel.”

M pointed the fob at it.

It shifted in its chair a few times and then froze solid as the intensities increased, finally collapsing back onto the table with the final one.

It reached for the laptop but M moved it out of the way.

“It’s time you learned to communicate without the need for that.”

He began with the sign language again. Another hour, another slave with a basic skill in communication and another set of details of everyone involved. He dismissed it back to its cell and it returned with no resistance.

The final one went in much the same way apart from the pleasure testing and M returned to the control room.

“Time for you now, eleven.”

“Before I go, what about him, sir?” I pointed at the one frozen in the wet room.

“I say let it learn.”

“Sir, I… I’ve never had a phobia myself but if what the submissive one said was true… I think we should ask Master Q for advice. It could leave it scarred for life. You don’t want to end up rolling on the floor for mistreating a slave like blank did, sir.”

“Good point. Damn good point in fact.”

He clicked the Skype icon, the app opened and made the outgoing call.

“M? What brings this on?”

“Sir, I’ve spoken to my three now. Eleven’s going to speak to his but one of them’s currently frozen in the wet room.”

“Yes, I reviewed the footage. I say leave it there until its next cleaning.”

“Yes, sir. There may be a problem with that, sir.”

“And that is?”

“The submissive one, sir. It said that one suffers from claustrophobia. It’s currently frozen in total isolation mode so decided to ask your advice. Eleven’s idea, sir.”

“I see. That does explain its reaction. Pacing the cell. Panic. Thoughtlessly hammering at the door and attempting to attack the mirror and cubical. Move the bed from its old solitary confinement cell into the one opposite. Put it in there before unfreezing.”

“Sir?”

“I believe it’ll require a little human contact. Eleven. Collect an executioner’s hood and rubber vest to cover your ownership markings. When you’ve finished your talk with the other two, M will violently throw you in with it and tell you to learn to live with it. Anything you think appropriate, M.”

My heart sank. “I’ll be in there all night with it, sir? Not with M?”

“I know you’ve grown quite attached, eleven. One night won’t hurt you. Just make sure there’s at least one slave on duty in the control room at all times so it can hit the freeze button for that cell should it turn violent.”

“Yes, sir.” M tapped away. “I’ll do the first shift. Blank can take the night after it’s released from the display case.”

I tapped away on the laptop again. ”I’m nothing, sir, without you to serve. I’ve fully accepted it now. After what I experienced earlier, I’m yours. Utterly and without objection. Forever, sir.”

“Ah, so you’ve experienced the delights the plug’s capable of, have you?” the voice seemed amused. “We get a lot of that.”

“Sir, I think I found something lacking in the dungeon… Could you turn M’s ears off and black his goggles for a minute… I think he might like it if it comes through but I want it to be a surprise, sir.”

“Hmmm, An unusual request but,” there was a tapping on a keyboard. “Done. What is it eleven?”

“I’ve whipped and been whipped many times, sir. I’ve spoken to many subs and slaves who’ve been whipped too. My experience tends to agree with what they’ve said. It’s more than just the pain, sir.”

“Go on.”

“It’s the anticipation, sir. The sound of that whip cracking and then never knowing if it’ll lead immediately to pain or just the sound, sir. The crack making the slave jump in expectation of pain to come and some of the time, the pain not coming. The sound also makes the use of a whip easier, hearing that crack. With Alpha in the dungeon and his microphone, M found it more enjoyable than when whipped by number five. He couldn’t put his finger on why. I think that’s why, sir. The equipment in there needs to be microphoned, sir.”

“Good grief, it never even occurred to me. Very good insight eleven. Consider it done. Very soon too. The job may even be completed by the time you next use the dungeon. Is that all?”

“For the dungeon idea, yes, sir. M’s safe to release from his isolation, now, but I do have one more question, related to them.”

The screen cleared.

“M can see and hear again. Ask away.”

“What do I tell it, sir? Assuming it’s in a fit state to talk or understand?”

“A variation on the truth. You don’t know how long you’ve been there. You don’t even know where you are. Only that you were captured, trapped in the suit and then moved somewhere when immobile with your goggles blackened. Say you’re from a different state. It doesn’t matter. It just needs to feel a kinship with you. Obviously no knowledge of the burglary or the display cases. You’ve been in the basement levels since you got there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And good thought eleven. Phobias can lead to serious trauma, even serious mental conditions if allowed to go unchecked. Twelve hours like that might’ve left it catatonic which is no use to anyone.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Get to it. The sooner you’ve got it unfrozen in its cell, the sooner you can talk to your other two slaves and the sooner you can be in there to comfort it. Q out.”

M switched the immobilising light on in the wet room, corridor and cell and we went back down there.

The moment we entered, I noticed the difference.

It was an odd sensation. My neck and face frozen solid, the rest of me shielded by the leather allowing me to move. I couldn’t look back and I could see neither could M, so we opened the cell, picked up the bed both facing forward, moved it into the corridor, opened the other cell and placed it opposite the one already in there.

Then we went to the cubicle and with a little force managed to wrench the door from its grip.

We picked it up. That proved to be awkward considering the position it was in but as it was as solid as a rock at least it meant no movement, no sagging.

Once it was in its cell, standing with its fingers against the wall to hold it up, M rushed out and returned a few minutes later with its chastity, reapplying it before laying it on the bed.

Then, back up in the elevator. I got off at the rec room and M continued to the control room to disable the freeze and watch.