2017-09-22 - spike - The New Shop 16

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 16
Date: 22 September 2017

Chapter 16
The day flew by. Before we knew it, back to the wet room. Back to the cell. Back to playing cards for a few hours.

It was seriously beginning to adjust though. I think it was even enjoying itself.

“How do you feel about looking at the dungeon tomorrow?”

“What? You don’t plan on getting yourself tied up do you?”

“Nah. Just curious. Imagine we’ll be forced to use it eventually so it’ll be good to at least have an idea what to expect.”

“Good point. I admit, I’ve never been into the kinky stuff before but some of it does sound… Interesting. Nothing to do with boxes though. I draw the line at boxes. As long as I can see a large area around me I’m usually fine and the gym and rec room are more than open enough.”

We were just about to bed down for the night when M’s voice broke the silence.

“Blank. It’s time you tried this treatment suggested by Master Q. I want an honest appraisal of it tomorrow morning but for now. Both of you, stand to attention.”

We both stood.

“Ten minutes, mild pleasure program. Both of you can experience it. I’m pleased with your performance over the past couple of days, blank. Yes, that meant both of you.”

We froze. Then, a tingle. A tickle. It slowly built in intensity, then withdrew and built again to a high. Each time, it got higher, more pleasant, more oh my god that was a good one and then it was gone again.

Ten minutes felt like ten hours. I couldn’t help myself, the moment I unfroze I dropped to my knees in thanks again.

I looked up at it… Still stood there as if frozen. Its hands twitched a little. Its fingers began to form words.

“Fuc… I… Oh god, I’m his. I don’t give a shit about anything anymore. I’m his.”

“How did you feel? Being frozen like that this time?”

“The usual sheer terror at the start, then the tingles started and… Oh god. I’ve never felt anything like it. I want more.”

“And the claustrophobia?”

“Too early to tell. The room still feels like it’s closing in but it’s not bothering me as much with you here.”

“But I won’t be here after tomorrow night. This is it, three nights they said. Report how you feel in the morning. Maybe they’ll have a milder pleasure on whenever you’re confined.”

“More? Of that? For my whole time in here?”

“Or in a cage if you get over it perhaps.”

“I’d volunteer for a cage if I could get more of that.”

“Good. You’ll be in with your… I was going to say friends, but you might as well start thinking of us all as your brothers now. Slave brothers.”

He held out his hand and I shook it.

“Slave brothers it is. I… can’t believe I’m saying this now but when I see that one who grabbed me in that choke hold… I think I might shake his hand too. Then thank him like we do now.”

“Shame I’ll never see the one who enslaved me so I could do the same. Imagine he’s still lurking in wait for the next schmuck to say oh god I love this suit, I never want out.”

It’s shoulders began to shake. “That’s what happened to you?”

I nodded.

“If I ever do end up in one of those cages, I’ll be sure to pass that one on. Bet they’ll find it funny too.”

“I bet the other blanks here all had similar experiences. I can’t see all of them dropping to their knees and begging for it.”

“What?”

“M told me about a few who did that over the years. The moment they heard the suit could be permanent.”

“Fuck me, why?”

“Seems they’d always wanted to be slaves. Lots of kink out there. One of my best friends was a Master. Owned a slave girl for three years last I heard.”

“Owned?”

“Just like us. He tells her to do something, she does it. Willingly. Eagerly. Quite a nice girl too. He controlled everything about her life and she loved it.”

“Bet she could’ve got out if she wanted to. Unlike us.”

“Do you want to now? I know I don’t.”

“Good point. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Yeah. Last free day tomorrow. Last night with me too. Just a sec.”

I gestured up to the camera, shielding my hands from the sight of my cell mate. “Sir, permission to rip its brother a new one tomorrow if it persists in its, the pain’s not gone shit?”

It prodded me. “What are you doing?”

“Asking for permission to rip into your brother if he keeps claiming he’s in pain downstairs tomorrow. Selfish cunt. If he does do that it’ll be one day a week you get to see each other most likely. If that.”

“Good idea. Do you think they’re watching?”

M’s voice then. “Yes. We’re watching. And granted but if he does persist, he will be denied access to you most of the time as punishment. That includes his refusal to bow down too.”

“Oh, sir. Could you activate a minimal pleasure program for it. It’s still suffering from the walls closing in in here.”

Blank slumped onto the bed and started to caress itself. It looked at me and gestured.

“Thanks, blank. If this keeps goin’ on every time I’m in here I think I’ll be fine.”

I gave the camera a thumbs up.
* * * * *
Again, we all lined up in the gym and those of us who’d already experienced the escape protocol took five step forwards to face the other… wait… Two?

M walked up and down our line. “One of you is lying. One of you did not experience escape protocol yesterday. Who is it?”

Everyone remained where they were, motionless.

“Very well.” He walked down the line tapping each of us on the shoulder until he stopped in front of one of the blanks. He pointed at the other two. “Join them! Now!”

The blank dejectedly shuffled over to the other line.

M pointed at me, then at my cell mate. Then at its brother. He nodded.

We walked forward, me gesturing as we approached.

“Any pain down there now?”

“What? ‘Course not. Not been any for two days.”

“Then why are you being such a selfish cunt?”

“Who the hell”

I got to him and slapped his fingers away. “I’m the one who’s been sharing his cell. Comforting him. Helping him! And all you can do is fake it so, what? You don’t experience what we did yesterday? So, that’ll make you not just a thief and a murderer but a coward!”

“Who the fuck is he?”

“Your fucking brother you moron! If you don’t take it today, if you don’t bow down they’ll make damned sure you never see him again. They’ve already told both of us that!”

It looked at its brother and froze.

“It’s me, Jack. Please. Just submit. You’ve got no idea what you’re missing out on.”

It almost leapt forward to give its brother a hug. After a few moments it held it at arms length, finally removing its hands so it could speak.

“You took it? You submitted?”

“Of course I fucking took it and trust me, you’ll submit too once you feel what that thing up your ass can do. It’s amazing! They’re even using it to help cure my claustrophobia! And I can see it working too.”

It nodded, stood up straight and held its palm out flat.

“Blanks, return to positions.”

We did so.

“If you feel no pain now, do what that one’s doing. Palm, out flat. If we find you’re faking…”

The other two looked at each other, their shoulders sagged and both held their hands out.

And we froze again. He walked to each.

“Ten seconds of escape protocol.” M placed the fob on the first one’s hand, removing it after ten seconds.

Then he moved to the second. “For you. For your attempt to escape this by hiding among your betters. Twenty seconds.”

Again, he placed the fob down but left it there a hell of a lot longer. Oh fuck, twenty seconds of that? Mind you… Minutes of that if you went into the wrong place. I shuddered.

Finally, the brother. “And for you, for your clear deception on the state of your derry air, twenty seconds.”

Again, he placed the fob.

The moment we unfroze, they collapsed and curled into balls. My cellmate took a step forward but I put my hand out to stop him. It looked at me and I shook my head.

“We’ve not been given permission, remember.”

It sighed and nodded.

We stood there watching them for ten minutes before finally, the first scrambled to its feet closely followed by the other two.

M stood before them then. “Now you know the price of deceit and also the reward you’ll receive if you attempt to escape. Now for the good bit. Are you still in pain now?”

All three shook their heads.

“Good. Then describe the sensations you feel.”

And again, he took their pleasure levels. Once each one was done it immediately collapsed to its knees and took the submissive pose. Even the brother.

“And now for the really good bit. You three, two days full access starting tomorrow. And everyone, the pleasure you felt is nothing compared to some of the programs inside this fob. That just measured the maximum you’re comfortable with and each and every one of you will receive one full hour of that per week if and only if, you behave as we expect.”

Each and every one of us looked around at the others at that news. I’m sure there would’ve been a cheer if we were capable. Instead, a silent round of applause. Several clapped and this spread as more saw what the others were doing. One even punched the air.

“Return to positions, everyone.”

We all returned to stand with the newest submissives.

“Now. For those of you unaware of the length of time you’ve been enslaved, today is a Sunday. That means the store above us is closed and we all get a lot of fun. The more of you who volunteer now, the sooner the job will be done. What job? Stocktaking. Step forward if you wish to help, remain if you wish to play, but be aware, we will look on those who help much, much more favourably.”

All of us stepped forward.

“Good, with this many we should be finished in half an hour. Every one of you today will be called to B3 and B2 during the day. Full evaluation. Both in physical fitness and bondage/pain tolerance. No one is permitted to withdraw from this. When you hear the call, you’ll go where you’re told and allow us to do to you what needs to be done. This is an infrequent occurrence. Most Sundays after stocktaking are free-for-alls. As you’re all new, we need to know what’s special about you and how fit you are. Understood?”

We all nodded. Several looked a little more unsure of themselves than others, shuffling, shifting from foot to foot, looking at their feet.

“Let it also be known that the physical fitness determined today will be a baseline. We will expect to see improvements each month. Any decline in performance will be punished unless you have a damned good excuse such as genuine illness requiring the care of a medical professional. Dismissed.”

We walked back over to its brother again.

“Regretting not having the courage to admit you were pain free yesterday now?”

It nodded. “I’m theirs. Oh god am I theirs. I… what’s it like? The program?”

I laughed. “I couldn’t begin to describe it but fucking hell. The whole of time and space imploded and remade itself. Certainly felt like it lasted that long anyway. And that was just an hour.”

It sighed. “Bet I won’t see much of that. That one in the rec room… He really wants to see me suffer.”

“Why?”

“I… I deserve it. Let’s just leave it at that. I dread to think what he’s got in store for me.”

I resisted the urge to laugh at that. It took a hell of a lot of effort. It’d find out though. Oh god would it find out.