2017-09-28 - spike - The New Shop 19

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 19
Date: 28 September 2017

Chapter 19
“Get into your leatherman uniform, eleven.”

“Yes, sir.” I clambered out of the cage and pulled on the jeans.

“You’ll probably want to get a rubber hood, open face is best, just make sure it covers your neck.”

“He’s here? Frozen?”

“It’s here, yes. And it’ll remain frozen for quite a while. We’ll take the laptop down to it along with the gloves to allow it to speak though.”

“Where will we put it?”

“Get a chair from the rec room, put it in the centre of the court on B2” He fiddled with something on his wrist band. “All slaves. When unlocked, make your way to B3, don full coverage including head, feet and hands.” He deselected them again. “They’re going to enjoy this. Six of them will really enjoy it.”

I chuckled. “I bet they will, sir. Are you going to keep it in the gym? Can’t really have our workouts in all this can we?”

“Good point. We’ll put the lower levels on total lockdown until we put it into a cubical. Then we can strip and you can get your revenge.”

I rubbed my hands together. “I’ve been looking forward to this, sir. Have you got all the phrases queued up and ready, sir?”

“Yes, they’re in there. So gloves or bare knuckle? Restrained or free?”

“Gloves, sir.” I fiddled with my fob making sure it was set up correctly for what I intended. “And this.”

M nodded.

“But free. The first order is for it to remain still and allow me to punch it. It is just a blank, so it needs to learn to obey, sir.”

“Very good point.”

While Joel went up to unlock the slaves, we stopped off at the rec room, collected a chair and went on to B2 to prepare.

The body was just outside the elevator when we emerged, frozen solid, lying on its back. I placed the chair and then returned to help M haul it up. It wasn’t morbidly obese but it certainly had a belly on it. Squat neck, thick arms, probably about seventy pounds above its ideal weight.

M struggled a little to reach his armband. “Sir, can you unfreeze until we’ve got it seated in the correct position? Then freeze again, please.”

“OK.”

It unfroze and we put it down on the chair, making sure its arms were out in front of it. Then it froze in place again.

I smiled to myself as M issued the next order.

“The moment you’re dressed, come to B2. Line up in a semi-circle ten feet in front of the seated figure. I want it to see as many of you as possible.”

What emerged from the elevator was a wide array of full coverage. Hazmat suits, full leather similar to ours, full leather bondage suits and hoods, zentai suits and the more traditional full rubber catsuits. They all lined up as ordered, some of them a little unsure of themselves, six of them gripping their sides in silent laughter.

It was clear who they were.

M pulled a pair of long rubber gloves from his pocket and slipped them up the arms, the moment they were on, the arms sagged onto its lap.

“Wake up, slave!”

The arms remained inert. Motionless.

“Wake up, slave!”

Still nothing.

“Sir, unfreeze and refreeze when I’ve slapped it, please.”

The body slumped. M grabbed it by the neck forcing it back upright with one hand and slapped it hard across the face with the other. Again, the body froze but this time, a twitch in one of the hands.

“I said, wake up, slave.”

The hands jerked more violently. It looked like it was trying to move, obviously only able to move its forearms. They started to flail in panic.

“Good to see you awake. We’re going to have a lot of fun with you.” M stepped to one side to reveal the array of ultimate perversion in front of it.

He pointed at one of the slaves in full rubber, it stepped forward.

“Hold this laptop within reach of its fingers.”

It nodded, walked forward and took the laptop. I wondered which one that was… Maybe I’ll never know.

“You have permission to speak, slave.”

Again, a panicked flailing. Obviously it’d just realised it lacked a voice.

“Use the laptop, idiot. It’s the only means of communication you have. You’ll never hear your voice again. We saw to that.”

“Where am I? What’s happening?” A long pause. “Oh shit, why can’t I move? Why can’t I speak!?”

“Where are you? Irrelevant. You’re here and you’ll never leave. What’s happening? That one’s simple. You sent thieves to our store. You wanted us run out of business. Well, this is your reward. You are ours, under our control. That’s why you can’t move. You can’t speak because we sealed in some tubing to bypass those pesky little vocal cords of yours.”

“Oh my god! I’m going to be rich!”

“Rich?”

“Yes! Because when I get out of here I’m going to sue you for every cent you’ve got!”

“That would be zero cents then. We’re slaves. Every man in this room is a slave. Property of a Master not even in this country, therefore, outside their jurisdiction. Not that you’ll ever get out of here of course. You’re a slave now, permanently. He owns you just as much as he owns us.”

“You can’t do this!”

“We have done it. Your puny little shit hole of a shop is now a smouldering ruin, burned to the ground. You, a fugitive from justice or you will be as soon as that insurance claim goes through. After all, you informed your insurance company that you wanted to triple the value of your policy four days ago. Very, very stupid of you to torch the place so soon after doing that, but you did.”

“I did no such thing!”

“OK, we did. In your name. You have no life outside this place. You will never be found even though they’ll search for you. This is your life now.”

“Oh god. Oh my god. Oh fuck.”

“Panic all you like. In fact… blank, return to the lineup. Keep hold of the laptop for now.” M stepped behind the idiot. “Sir, unfreeze please?”

“What? Really?”

“It needs to realise there’s nowhere it can go. The sooner it realises there is no escape, the easier it’ll be to deal with.”

“OK M, if you’re absolutely sure. What if it does make it to an exit?”

“There are no exits on these levels. Even if it somehow convinced the lift to take it to the shop level, you know what’ll happen the moment it stepped into the hallway.”

Joel let out a roar of laughter. “OK. This one deserves all the pain it can get.”

The figure unfroze. It slumped on the chair briefly before leaping to its feet.

“Be my guest. Go anywhere you wish. If you can get anywhere. Oh… You may want to look in that mirror over there first.” M pointed.

It ignored M of course. It bolted to the far end of the room, past all the gym equipment without paying it any attention. It yanked open every closet at the end, turned, looking around in panic and finally, catching a view of itself in a mirror, it froze.

It inched closer. It examined itself. It tried as others had to wrench off the offending outfit.

“You couldn’t go anywhere in that even if you wanted to, it’s permanent. Every single thing we’ve done to you. Everything that’s been done to us. Per ma nent. I warn you now, when I say we control you, oh boy do I mean it.”

It jumped at M’s words. It spun around on the spot expecting him to be right behind it.

“Now, go to the lift. Press your hand on the panel and when you’re in there, press your hand on that one too.”

Of course, it refused to budge an inch.

“You have thirty seconds to comply. Do it. Now.”

Another one with no clue what was in store.

“Twenty, and trust me, you will not like what happens on zero. Do it.”

Suddenly, it jumped.

“What did you do, sir?”

“Just a little warning, like pressing the wrong door panel, eleven. Of course it’ll hurt a lot more before its plug’s settled but it won’t cause damage. Nothing like the three tens you endured.”

I nodded.

The moment it felt that, it ran, well, I suppose you could call it a run. It started at a sprint but within ten feet it was a stumbling jog. God, it really was out of shape. It couldn’t even run to one end of the room and back.

“You have ten seconds, slave. Everyone else, step aside, let it through.”

It was almost on its knees by the time it reached the elevator and we hadn’t even cut off its air yet.

It reached up, touched the panel and elevator door slid open immediately.

It stumbled in, reached up and put its hand on the panel in there. The doors slid closed as it began its descent to its new home.

“Sir, if you could tell me its progress. Once it’s out of the lift, it needs further direction. I think ordering it into a cage should be fun.”

“OK, M. It’s just going down now. Of course, it’s pressed the first floor button but that just resulted in another shock. It’s not tried the others… And the elevator’s there. It’s looking around the door.”

“Slave, press the panel on block two, press the first panel on the right, go in, climb in the cage and slam the door shut behind you. We’ll talk again later.”

“It’s out of the elevator and the door’s closed behind it. It’s trapped down there even though it doesn’t know it yet and it’s not following your orders. It’s trying block one first. Hah! It seems to be practising for the high jump! Now it’s pressed two. I thought you were going to freeze it in a cubical?”

“No point. Better to get it into a cage. It knows we can freeze it now. If it deviates again, prove it by freezing it for five seconds. Tell me, then I’ll tell it, sir.”

“God this is fun. What are you going to do to it?”

“Nothing worse than’s been done to the rest. Just train it to be a good slave. I somehow think this one might take a little more convincing than the last batch.”

“It’s ignored you. It’s walking to the double doors. And it’s frozen.”

“I ordered you to press the first panel on the right, slave. When you unfreeze, do it. If you continue to deviate from your orders I’ll cut off your air until you do.”

“It didn’t seem to like that threat, M. It’s pressed it, poking its head around the cell door now.”

“First cage, in, slam the door, slave.”

“It’s refusing again. Shaking its head and backing away.”

“Right then. You asked for it. There should be a fob up there set up and ready. Select air and activate. Mine only works throughout the complex from up there.”

“Got it.” Joel started laughing. “Now it’s climbing into the cage.”

“The moment it’s slammed, tell me.”

“And, it’s in and secure.”

“Well done, slave. You have nothing. You are nothing. The suit you now wear is as much a part of you as the tubes down your throat and the earplugs permanently embedded into your ear canal. The earplugs I’m talking to you through now. You will follow every command given no matter what it is or, you’ll suffer. Now sleep off the rest of that tranquilliser dart.”

“Press the fob one last time, sir. That one acts like a toggle. On to off to on. They soon learn to do as they’re told when their air’s on the line. Now, let’s have some fun.”

“OK. M. I’ll join you down there now it’s been dealt with.”

I nodded and collected the boxing kit I intended to wear for the next bit. Boots, shorts and gloves and a set for M and his opponent. Then I stripped out of the leathers.

I was in the boxing kit in minutes and up, in the ring awaiting nothing.

“Eleven was enslaved just over a week ago. It didn’t want it. It didn’t even express a desire to remain in the suit forever but that didn’t stop the blank entering the ring now from curing the suit and sealing it in. To make matters worse, eleven was a Master, more than that, a straight Master who owned its own slave. Eleven was simply a customer. Someone willing to take the tubing because it believed its slave would like it. That slave was locked in a cage and could very well have lost her life as a result of blank’s incompetence. Master Q granted eleven a name very soon after learning of its dominant characteristics and also gave it permission to beat the crap out of blank.”

I squared up to it.

“The words I speak now are those eleven has asked me to speak. First. A command. Blank, you will not dodge or attempt to defend yourself in any way. You will just stand there and take it.”

Blank’s gaze shot to M. It took a step back in shock, its shoulders sagged and it nodded.

It stood taller and braced itself for what was to come.

“This, is for stealing me away from Bethan.”

I punched it in the face.

“This, is for not saying a word to me after my freezing, only discovering I was a slave over two days later. Also for not telling me to close my eyes during the first cleaning.”

I punched it in the stomach. It collapsed into a ball on the floor.

“This, is for the shock I received when I was still recovering from being frozen for two fucking days. The shock you gave me for not obeying you immediately.”

I didn’t punch it this time. I waited for it to crawl back to its feet, then punched my glove activating the fob.

This time it fell over and started writhing. Five seconds of level ten.

Again, I waited for it to get back to its feet.

“This, is for the shock I received when I found I was in this chastity device for the first time and tried to wrench it off.”

Another punch into my fist. This time a brief level ten. A quick zap which is what I think I got from it.

“This is for the final shock forcing me into the cage.”

Another punch into my palm.

Ten seconds at level ten. Again it collapsed onto the floor and writhed in agony.

“And this is for everything else.”

I pulled off a glove, reached down, grabbed its hand, helped it to its feet and shook it. Then pulled it close so I could give it a big hug.

“Thank you. You did it in a fucking stupid and thoughtless way, which is why I made you suffer that, but for everything else… Thank you. I love this life now.”

The moment it was free of my embrace, it took a step back and started gesturing.

“You’re thanking me? For this? But you’re nothing now.”

My shoulders shook as I gestured back. “Oh, I have a name. Master Q saw to that. Even as a blank though I know I would’ve loved it just as much and you’ll learn to love it too. You do have a month down there after all.”

It shuddered.

“Why shudder like that? What’s wrong with them? Make friends. Talk to them. After all, you are one of them, nothing special about a blank if all you allow yourself to see is the outside. Find out what’s in that suit. I’ve made a few friends among them over the past three days.”

“Really?”

“Of course, really. What did you think, the moment someone got stuffed into the suit they became a robot? As Q said, there’s still a man in that suit.”

It dived in and gave me a hug of its own, then stood back again.

“Thank you. Oh god I thought I was going to get the beating of a lifetime there. And I’m sorry. I had no idea how painful those shocks were.”

“They were more painful than that, blank. Remember, mine hadn’t settled yet but as I said, for everything else, all is forgiven. I never want out now. If I’d said that at the start you would’ve been justified in sealing me in. If I’d got to you during those first days oh my god it would’ve been worse.”

“So what now?”

“For you? Whatever jobs M puts you to. He might even put you on display again. For me… If you think being a blank is hard, just wait… You’ll see.”

I hopped through the ropes and out of the ring and M replaced me up there.

He tapped one final thing onto his wristband, I didn’t hear what it was but one of the chained blanks walked over and put on the kit, just as M was.

What ensued… A bloody good fight. I can’t say boxing ever really interested me so I don’t know any of the ins and outs of the sport but it lasted five rounds with the blank as victor, but M gave it a hell of a shot. Age might’ve been the deciding factor, blank being twenty years his junior.

He rejoined me, pulling off his gloves.

“So, one last workout before you seal me in, sir?”

“Of course. Last one you’ll get for three days.”

“Well, last full one, sir. I imagine walkin’ in that thing’ll be fucking exhausting.”