2017-09-20 - spike - The New Shop 15

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 15
Date: 20 September 2017

Chapter 15
Another excellent workout followed by a very good day in the rec room. Everything continued to fade from my old life, vanishing into insignificance. I truly didn’t care anymore. About any of it.

I was home and I loved it.

We bowled a few rounds, I even managing to get a strike. We explored the rec room much more fully than I had last time. There were storage closets in the back just as there had been in the gym but in this, all the bats, balls and other things required to use the equipment in the room itself. Even pool cues… Everything.

I’d not even noticed the pool tables at this end last time.

Another closet, board games. Not just chess and checkers either. Some looked a lot more interesting. Cards of various types. Normal playing cards and less generic ones.

A third closet was a walk in, it extended twenty feet further back and to the edge of the room. Shelves. A mini-library. Very well stocked. I saw a few of the most recently released books in there along with the classics.

I took a couple out and held them up to the nearest camera along with a pack of cards and made a door slamming gesture.

It prodded me. “What are you doing?”

I put the books on the nearest table to free my hands. “Asking if we can take those to the cell.”

M’s voice then. “If you wish to return to your cell with something from there, place it on the small table in the library. If it turns red, denied. Return it to its correct place. If it turns green, granted, place your hand on the panel to identify yourself and the item will be checked out.”

I glanced across at my cellmate and it appeared to have heard it too, so I performed the thanking ritual and took the pack of cards and books back into the library. Just by the first shelf, a small table with a black panel.

One book, green. I touched the panel and it turned green again. Cards, green. Other book red. I put it back on the shelf.

“At least we’ll have something to do in there now.”

“Do you think I could get one out?”

“Can’t hurt to try, can it?”

It spent a while searching through the shelves before returning with a book.

“Granted.”

“Good. Let’s settle down and see what the TV has to offer.”

We went to the nearest corner and turned it on, sat next to each other on the sofa. I was just getting relaxed when I leapt to my feet, sighed and sat on the floor.

It looked at me in what I could only assume was surprise.

“Slave rules, blank. Permission denied obviously. It or they just shocked me for sitting on furniture. Slaves sit on the floor.”

“You think I should too?”

“I think they’re being kind on your ass. Still not settled yet, has it?”

It shook its head.

Again, a choice, gay or straight porn.

“Are you gay?”

It nodded. “My brother isn’t though.”

“We’ll watch both then. I’m not either.”

“How much time do we get in here?”

“I heard them say an hour a day, if you’re good. First thing you lose if you’re not though. Sundays is very good. All day once they’ve completed the stocktaking. Gym, here and downstairs.”

“What’s below the gym?”

I shuddered. “Something I’m not looking forward to. Seems it’s the place they’ll have a lot of fun. They call it the dungeon. Bondage galore down there. They say I’ll learn to love it though. All my life here I imagine I might eventually.”

It shuddered too.

The closing credits were rolling up the screen when M spoke to us again.

“Time for your wash, blanks. Get to B4 and take cubical three.”

“Do you want me to go in there with you?”

“Please. I don’t think I could bear it alone.”

“OK then. Did he say cubical three to you too?”

It nodded.

“Looks like we’re sharing anyway.”

We went down, through past the cells and into the wet room, taking up our positions. Immediately we froze and a minute later, the familiar snaps and warm water. Half an hour later, snaps again followed by a few more minutes of immobility.

“Now return to your cell.”

We did. The moment the door was closed I sat on the bed next to it.

“How are you handling it now?”

“Still fuckin’ freaky.”

I chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.”

“You were right about that wash though. Apart from being frozen, I preferred it to dump and wipe.”

“So, book or play?” I waved the cards.

It pointed at the cards and I started to deal.
* * * * *
“Blank, B2, now.”

I snapped awake and wriggled out of its embrace. I was starting to like it though. I’d made a friend, not that it’s a friendship likely to last more than a couple of days, but still… I gave it a nudge.

It rolled over so I prodded it again.

It leant up onto its elbow, so I gestured. “Time to get up, blank.”

It stiffened, shrank away from me and sagged a little as if it’d just remembered where it was. It nodded.

Again, back to B2. This time, M pointed us at the centre line of the court.

“Stand there, attention and wait.”

We did so as more blanks filed in.

First to appear, the other chained blanks but more followed. I stared at them.

So, the new delivery had arrived then?

In total, there were nineteen slaves standing in a row.

“Eleven. Blank is upstairs right now in control. We’re going to demonstrate escape protocol so brace yourself and be prepared to comfort your cellmate, cos it is bad. Once you’ve been with it for two more nights, blank will take your place in the lineup and you can take your place beside me as yourself again. Master Q understands what you’ve done. You’ve not lost any of your free days.”

I sighed. I’d not even thought about that.

“Welcome to your new lives, blanks. Yes, you’re slaves. No, there is no escape. Before we proceed, every one of you who feels no discomfort from your additions now, take five steps forward, turn, and face the others. Then, back to attention.”

I stepped forward. I looked across to see my cellmate and three others with chains step forward. Most of the new additions did too.

“Now, those who stepped forward hold one hand outstretched, palm upwards.”

I did as I was told and a few seconds later, froze to the spot.

“This is just a demonstration. A demonstration each and every one of you will experience. This fob” he held up his fob, “controls you. It has the power to render you blind. It allows you to piss. It can cut off your air or shock you. The exits to this building are protected by the same thing you are going to experience now. If any slave attempts to snatch a fob from one of your handlers, this is what happens. I warn you now, if any slave attempts to approach an exit, it is much much worse. The reason you’re frozen is because near the exits you also freeze. You are rendered helpless and utterly unable to escape the punishment. You need someone else to pull you out and that can take minutes. This… will take ten seconds each.”

He walked up to me and placed the fob on the flat of my palm.

Oh fuck! Oh fucking hell make it… Please… I can’t… I can’t breath again. I can’t. Ow! It’s. Fucking hell!

The pain was only part of it. The worst part at the moment but my nose tubes had sealed, my goggles blackened. I imagined the loss of air might overtake the pain eventually.

Then, everything stopped. My goggles cleared, my air returned and the pain ended.

And that happened near an exit too? There was no escape not that I wanted one now but many might. Not after they’d experienced that, they wouldn’t.

I remained frozen of course. He had to go down the whole line but by the time I could move again the pain had faded to nothing.

I turned and gripped my cellmate. Hugged him. His shoulders shook with racking sobs and looked at me.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Escape protocol. Remember. It’s what happens if you go near an exit. He just said that.”

“Fuck me! That was horrific! I see what you mean now, we’re theirs.”

I nodded. “I’d been told it was bad and it had to be demonstrated because we might think it couldn’t be that bad. I know exactly why they did it now. Imagine if anyone got curious not having had that demonstration. Are you OK now?”

It nodded. “It’s gone now. Fuck me though.”

I glanced down the line. A couple of the more recently punished were still on their knees or curled into a ball sobbing.

“We don’t have to keep doing that do we?”

I shook my head. “I think it’s like the first cleaning. Once done, never needed again.”

“Thank fuck for that!”

M returned to his position facing us. “Everyone who just experienced that. Two free days, full access. You can do anything in here, in the rec room or if you’re that way inclined… In the dungeon. The first floor is forbidden, so don’t even try. If you’re required there, you’ll receive a command.”

“Two days? In here? Oh bloody”

I looked down in amusement. It dropped to its knees in the thanking ritual. Ah fuck it. I did the same.

“Good. Now stand and return to the lineup.”

I noticed it’d spotted its brother. It was staring down the line at the one with two on its chain. It hadn't stepped forward. Of the chained slaves, it was the only one that hadn't. Of the other twelve only two of them hadn’t either.

As we returned to our places, he again spoke.

“Now… Who among you submits to us? Fully? You’re slaves now. Even the ones who didn’t experience it saw the effect it had. There’s no escape. You’re slaves for life. Who can’t come to terms with that and give up? Who still resists? If you submit, take the pose. Kneel, head down, hands behind your back.”

I glanced to my side as I dropped to my knees. All but its brother among the burglars had submitted now. Good. More reason to make it suffer when it was time to take the reigns. Further down the line it was a lot less impressive. Seven still stood.

M walked down the line, tapping each who still stood on the shoulder and glancing at his arm each time. It was obvious he was building up a list.

“So, you persist? All stand!”

We stood.

For the next half an hour, he took their pleasure levels. Four of the others who had stood forward but hadn’t submitted immediately sank to their knees. Obviously its brother didn’t, not having experienced what was on offer yet.

“This can be a good life but only if you allow it to be. As you can see, we now only have three hold outs and those haven’t experienced the pleasure or pain yet. You will. Tomorrow. Those who still need time to adjust, return to your cages. Everyone else. Enjoy. Dismissed.”

“So, what do you want to do first?”

It nodded towards the treadmills.

“OK then. Good. I could do with a workout too. Lets get some running shoes from the equipment locker.”

“Do you think I’ll get a chance to talk to my brother?”

“If he’s just faking it, saying he’s still hurting down there then he’s just missing out. If he’s fine in the morning, free time. It’s not difficult seeking him out with a dog tag to identify him. Not like the other blanks. It’ll be a lot more difficult for them to find each other by the looks of it. More difficult to find me once I’m put back in my cage too.”

“Oh shit! I hadn’t thought of that. You will come to me though?”

“It depends what they have us doing. They might shove me in one of those display cases you mentioned. I’m not claustrophobic. I think they’ll keep you away from that duty for a while until you’re cured. I’ll try. No guarantees though. Sorry.”

Which of course meant, no.