2017-09-19 - spike - The New Shop 14

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 14
Date: 19 September 2017

Chapter 14
“You’ll learn to obey quickly or you’ll suffer. Now get in there and try not to get beaten too badly. That thing’s violent!”

He grabbed me and threw me full force into the cell. I helped it along of course, even stumbling to my knees, scrambling to my feet and rushing back to the door in time to hit it full force, causing it to slam.

I banged on it a couple of times and then froze, turned and shrank into the door at the sight of it, then inched to the bed, crawled onto it, picked up the pillow and held it to my chest, curling up in the corner farthest from it.

It was shaking, curled up into a ball. It had seen me though but it seemed to be too far gone to respond.

I kept my place there, hugging the pillow for protection for a while before allowing myself to appear to have plucked up a little courage. I set the pillow to one side and inched closer.

When it still didn’t respond I moved to sit on its bed. Again, no response so I grabbed it in a hug and started stroking its back. Its head.

Finally, a response. Its shivering subsided and it began to sob uncontrollably instead. I just rocked back and forth with it, stroking it. It gripped me and pulled me closer.

I’m not sure how long I sat there like that before it seemed to regain enough control to separate.

We looked into each others goggles. Obviously unable to see anything about the other occupant apart from by body language.

I started with the sign language.

“How are you?”

“What’s happening? Where am I?” It was slow, but it certainly showed more promise than its brother or the addict.

I shrugged. “No idea. All I know is I found a new fetish shop in town, tried on a suit and ended up trapped. Enslaved. Then after a couple of days there, they stuffed me in some kind of transport pod thing and I woke up here. Dunno how long I was in that thing but it felt like years. They say it’s impossible to get any of this stuff off. I’m nothing but merch now. Property of Master Q.”

“Fuck! I can’t live like this!”

“Doesn’t seem like we’ve got any choice. I know for a fact the suit can’t come off. They handed me a knife. Told me to cut it off. All I ended up doing was blunting the blade but fuck me… I might actually grow to like it.”

“I’ve never been so scared in my life! I flipped out after they froze me and burned me with that shit. Then they froze me again and blinded me! I… I…”

It started sobbing again and I resumed my grip. Resumed the stroking.

It came to itself again.

“Frozen and blind doesn’t seem that bad unless it was a really bad position. Bit boring maybe.”

“Boring? I’ve never been so terrified.”

“Terrified of what though? After what the suit did to that blade, I bet there’s nothing that could harm us when we’re frozen like that. Probably even bulletproof. If nothing can hurt you, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“It hurts! Everything about it hurts and I’ve been trying to tear myself out of this thing all day. I’ll die in this. I know I will. It’ll kill me if I end up frozen again. I almost went insane in there. I can’t even scream even though I’ve been doing nothing else in my mind for the past god knows how long!”

“Ah, the ass plug thing?”

It nodded. “And the throat.”

“So you’re still new then.”

“What? I thought you said you were.”

“I am. Can’t’ve been more than a couple of weeks since I put the suit on. Don’t know how long I was in transit before they released me here but I’ll tell you this… They did give me the tour and put me through my paces in the gym. The place is fucking huge and absolutely amazing. The pain in my ass? My throat? I adjusted to all that days ago. Maybe over a week ago. I’m fine down there now.”

“How long? It hurts like hell!”

“I know I had three flushes.”

It recoiled.

“Don’t worry. Yes, the first one was hell. It’s just soapy water now. One bowel flush seems to be all that’s needed after the first one too. I like it. It’s nice. Actually prefer it to going for a dump and wiping.”

It seemed to relax.

“There is something else too. That plug…”

“What about it?”

“Let’s just say… My god is it good?”

“Good? It shocked me!”

I nodded. “Me too. But it can do more than that. Oh fuck, I was in heaven. I’ve never felt anything like it. When you can’t feel any pain down there. Tell them.”

“But I can’t talk, remember!”

“What are we doing now? Since we started I’ve been speeding up. You have too. I’ve had some time to get good at it. I want more of that plug, it’ll make being stuck in this bearable. Hell, I’ll be begging for more before long. I’ll do anything to get more, even drop to my knees and give myself to them fully to get more.”

“Fuck! I can’t! I can’t stand this. It feels like the walls are closing in right now!”

“Claustrophobia?”

It nodded.

“Oh fuck! Can’t think of a worse place to suffer from that! What does it feel like?”

“Panic mainly. Feeling like you can’t breath and it didn’t help when they shut off my air! Then when I flipped out they froze me! Turned off my eyes! I’m sure I died in here a few times.”

“Seems to me, you’ve got to get over that. We’re slaves. Both of us. I’ve been told what that means and it’s not good. Just think yourself lucky they shoved you in here.”

“What? Why?”

“There’s six slaves to a cell this size. In cages you can barely sit up in. They’re comfortable and at least in there you can talk to other people though. I’d hate being in here, all alone for hours on end with nothing to do. Apart from the physical stuff and the walls closing in… Why are you afraid?”

“I’m terrified of losing control!”

“Control of what?”

“Everything. My life. My mind.”

“And if you did? Do you think it’d be like passing out through the other side?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Seems to me you have lost control. Totally. Nothing you decide now matters. You do what they say. That’s all there is now and trust me, you do not want to resist them. Submit. Do what they say and don’t just do it out of fear. Do it willingly. That’s my advice.”

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me!”

“What happens if you resist? I told you about the pleasure down there and you know about the shocks. Seems to me if they find out about your phobia, they’ll only use it against you. A more severe punishment than the shocks, freezing you and turning off your goggles again.”

“Oh fuck!” It gripped me and started sobbing again. Again, I comforted it.

We laid down and cuddled. It wasn’t the same but it was enough for me to relax. I realised then, I was in the same position M had been that first time in the cage.

The next time it pulled itself together it seemed to be looking at me more closely.

It fondled the dog tag around its neck. Traced out the six on it with its finger.

“Why don’t you have a chain?”

“Dunno. Maybe they consider you different in some way. Why? How did you end up here?”

“I don’t know. I was… I… Fuck. Oh fuck! My brother! They might’ve got my brother too!”

“Why?”

“A friend stole a pair of leather jeans. Told the guy who runs the fetish shop in the neighbourhood about it when he was walkin’ past. He paid us to strip the place. Force it out of business but when I opened a display case with a mannequin in it, the mannequin… It… It… “ He shrank back against the wall. “It looked just like you. It attacked me, it… You jabbed me with something and then held me in a choke hold until I blacked out.”

“Calm down! That wasn’t me. Hang on? Display cases with mannequins? There were no display cases. The shop wasn’t big enough. Barely enough for a couple of racks and a changing room.”

“Big enough? The place was huge! It would’ve taken a couple of hours to get all the goods!”

It was my turn to recoil in shock. “Where the fuck am I? Oh fuck! I could be anywhere right now! The shop was in Chicago. Where was the one you tried robbing? Pretty obvious what that chain means though.”

“The store was in New York. Fuck! That could mean I could be anywhere too!”

“We might not even be in the USA anymore. We could be anywhere in the world. I. I’m going to submit. Seems like I don’t have a choice, I’m theirs. Fuck it. Looks like you don’t have a choice either. Please. Do the same. It’ll only be hell for you now if you don’t.”

We gripped each other in fear. (obviously mock fear in my case). It sobbed itself to sleep.

The moment it was, I signed quickly to the camera. “Can you ask Master to grant it rec room privileges? I think it needs it. Ask him if there’s any medication that might help. Seems quite bad.”

“OK eleven. I will.”

I followed it into slumber soon after.

I awoke to a sharp shock to my ass!

“Blank! Wake up and go to B2. Now!”
“Sorry about that eleven. Wanted it to look convincing.”

Both of us sat bolt upright together. The cell door opened.

It gestured. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Gym. That’s what B2 is. Follow me. We do need to take the elevator, just to give you a warning.”

It took a deep breath. “Thanks. Sorry, what’s your name?”

“I said I’d submit. Fuck it, blank. I’m blank too. What’s the point in holding on when we’re stuck in these things forever. If Master chooses another name then good. Otherwise…”

“What? Really?”

“Don’t see why not. I’m a slave with no hope of ever getting out of it. Bow to them fully, that’s what I’m doing. Only thing to do now.”

It looked at me for a while, appeared to take a deep breath and nodded.

We walked down the corridor to the single door at the end and I was just about to press the panel when it snatched my hand.

“What?”

“It shocked me last time.”

“Were you told to take this door?”

“No.”

“This time, we have been. Trust me. You do it.”

It hesitated a couple of times, braced itself and touched the panel. The door opened.

“Told you. Come on.”

I walked up to the elevator, pressed the panel and waited.

“How big is it?”

“I’m with you, you’ll be fine.”

It arrived with a bong and the door opened. I beckoned it in and pressed B2 and the panel.

“Trust me. If you love workouts, you’re going to really love this. You look like the type.”

“What type?”

“Not everyone has abs like them.”

Another bong and he stepped out and stared around him in what I can only assume was awe.

M was standing there waiting for us so I gave it a nudge and dropped to my knees, hands behind my back and head bowed.

“You submit to us, blank?”

I nodded.

“Fully this time?”

I nodded again.

“No more resistance?”

I shook my head and gestured. “I don’t know where I am, sir. I’m yours. Fully and forever. Whatever you command, I’ll do, sir.”

“Very good. Very good indeed. And you?”

I glanced at my partner, still standing. I gestured. “Please. It’ll be a hell of a lot easier if you do.”

It sighed, sank to its knees and took up the same pose as mine. It nodded.

“Very good again. My Master knows about your claustrophobia, blank.”

It looked up at him in shock.

“Don’t worry. We got a full background check on all six of you. He cares about the welfare of his possessions. That’s the reason you were released six hours early from the sentence I imposed for your attempted vandalism. He ordered you be put into the cell again rather than a cage and that be put in with you. Partly as a punishment for it, half expecting you to try beating the living shit out of it but mostly because he knew you’d need some human companionship in there. Do you wish to remain together for another few nights?”

It nodded. Hell, I nodded. I knew I could get to like it and I’d got my hooks into it now.

“Good. Then that’s what’ll happen. From now for the next three nights, you’re cellmates.”

Then it gestured. “Does that mean my brother’s here?”

“Yes, your brother has been enslaved too but its crimes were far greater than yours. It will suffer far more than you will. It attempted to murder one of our slaves after all. It slit the throat of the one who took you down. Or tried to. The suit protected it. I will tell you this however. There are other slaves here, you six are the only ones with chains on, the only ones with dog tags and your brother’s blank two, so you can recognise it. Now, thank your Master.”

I performed the thanking gesture. It looked at me and did the same.

“Blank. How, on a scale of one to ten, is your arse right now? One being pain free, ten being as it was after your cleaning.”

I held up a fist. It held up one open hand, five.

“When you’re pain free, Master has suggested a possible treatment for your claustrophobia. A combination of positive reinforcement and exposure therapy. Do you know what that is?”

It shook its head.

“Right then. Normal exposure therapy is the gradual introduction to confined spaces, get you used to it along with normal talking it out with a psychiatrist. Here, that won’t work, but he believes a slight alternative will. Pleasure from the plug is the most intense experience you can have. God it’s good. From now on, every time it’s possible, you will experience pleasure downstairs whenever frozen. I’m sorry blank, but that doesn’t include the daily wash or the escape protocol for obvious reasons. The core’s removed during cleaning so no shocks are possible. Eventually, we’ll increase the pleasure and also blacken your goggles but only if it shows progress. Understood?”

It looked at me nervously, hesitated, but nodded.

“As a reward for your submissions. Both of you, full access to the rec room after your washing cycle which will be after this workout. A free day. Until your plug’s settled though, you’ll just have to spot for it in here.”

It nodded.

“Good, those weights there. Twenty reps, begin.”