2017-10-18 - spike - The New Shop 29

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 29
Date: 18 October 2017

Chapter 29
The slaves were all lined up as usual, Joel, M, me, Slasher and Sleazy were stood facing them again and M started tapping on his wrist.

“It’s time to put Tyson to bed for the time being.”

I looked up at M, my tail sinking between my legs again. Ahhhh shit, I was hoping I’d at least get another day in the store, but when Q says something he means it, I suppose. I’d been given the week in the morning and now it was morning again.

“You’re here to witness eleven’s release and with eleven released, it leaves room for another dog.” he tapped something more and a blank stepped forward. “You will wear this suit next. The tail will be a different one. The one he wears is exclusively reserved for Tyson because I know for a fact he wants to be that dog again.”

My tail wagged at that. Oh god he wasn’t wrong there. After ten days… I know I’d said to Q I didn’t think I’d be able to handle a permanent dog suit but by god I wanted it right then.

With a flip of the fob, my tail was removed, the zip pulled up and the head removed. Another push of the button and he removed the tubes I’d been breathing through for nearly two weeks.

Then it was time to start trying to get me out.

Fuck, that hurt. My arms were the first and they felt like they’d seized up, bending them was incredibly painful and there was a lot of that to get them out of the arms of the suit. The moment they were, I struggled to unclench my fists. Even they seemed to be fixed but with a lot of effort and even more pain my fingers began to loosen.

I twiddled them until I felt confident enough to speak.

“Sir...”

“How are you eleven?”

“I think I might need a bit of a stretch in the dungeon, sir. Spreaders, winch, spreadeagle. I don’t think I can bend my arms, bet my legs’ll be in a similar state.”

“Yes, Q thought that might be the case. I’ve got something that should help a little too.” He wondered off. When he returned he popped my mouth cap off and dropped something in.

“What was”

“Mild muscle relaxant. Similar to the stuff we used on them, should help loosen you up a little but the spreader bar idea… Damned good. He’s also given me a list of exercises for you, to build your strength back up.”

“Thank you, sir. I think I’ll need it.”

“Still want it for longer? After this?”

“If I could, sir… I’d go for a perm suit after this. I love it, sir.”

“I’m really going to have to try it myself.”

“If you do, sir. I think I’ll call you Max.”

“I approve. Now let’s get those legs out. You need a deeper clean again too once you’re capable of standing. It’s been two weeks.”

“Yes, sir.”

A lot more force and my legs were out. I little bit of movement but not enough to straighten them.

“Don’t worry, we’ll carry you.”

“Thank you, sir. I could try to walk on all fours but I’d probably be all over the place, no padding this time to lengthen my arms.”

“Before that though. We’re down one dog. Blank. Step forward.”

It did so and it didn’t seem happy with the idea after seeing me emerge from the suit. It wasn’t walking confidently towards us, it was looking around as if trying to find an escape.

I waved at it to get its attention. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine and you saw how much I loved it. I didn’t want out at the end.”

It took a deep breath and walked forward properly this time.

This one was quite a slight build. That might make it easier for it to get into the suit. It was a distinct runner’s body type from what I could see of it.

It knelt, Joel and M helped it get its feet in. A lot of struggle there, the legs being more muscular due to the exercise it favoured but before long its feet were in place.. There was a lot less struggle with its arms. Then nose tubes, hood up, zip down and with a fresh new tail locked in place, collar around his neck.

“Got a name for him yet, sir?”

“I’ll think of something.”

“What’s he like? Personality? Performance in the gym?”

“Quick, he gets all the things I tell him fast enough. Not many questions, he works the rest out for himself and understands. Never a need to repeat an order. In the gym, definitely favours the bike, rowing machine and treadmill over the weights.”

“Thought he looked like a runner, sir. Have you asked him about that?”

M nodded. “He said he’d run a couple of marathons. Why?”

“Well… How about Dash, sir? Good dog name. Reflects his traits.”

“I like it! Good one eleven!” M stroked the new dog. “How do you feel in there, one tap comfortable, to ten taps fuck me get me out I can’t take it?”

He looked up at M and tapped two times.

“Yeah, I imagine it’ll take a little getting used to. You’ll be fine. You’ll see once we get eleven back on its feet.”

He nodded.

“Now to name you and I name you… Dash. How do you like that, boy?”

The tail began to wag. Same reaction as the last two times then. He glanced at his reflection in shock, the tail shot straight up in surprise and it wagged even faster.

“Good dog.”

My shoulders shook with laughter as he collapsed. He looked at M, his tail went into overdrive.

“I thought you might like it.”

He nodded.

“Now try the jaw. Can’t play fetch without it.”

He cocked his head at him.

I gestured to him. “Just open your mouth, doesn’t matter if you can open your real mouth, it’s keyed to those impulses.”

His jaw opened. He recoiled in shock, closed it and began experimenting as I had. I wondered what unhappy thought he came up with to get his tail between his legs. Something I’ll probably never know but the sight of it set its tail wagging again just as it had with me.

“Blank will train you to walk, Dash. Before long you’ll be beating Slasher to the ball. We’ve got eleven to deal with.”

Two blanks were called forward and they picked me up, carried me to the elevator, down to B3 and laid me by the mounting points last used to whip Omega.

Before long the spreaders were attached and the winch activated. Oh god I screamed as it forced my arms to straighten, then hauled me up and forced me legs to do the same. The pain was excruciating. I wept. I squirmed. I screamed some more. Of course, voiceless screams are pointless but there was nothing else to do.

When I was stretched out fully, what the… Oh god, that felt good. I looked down to see M and one of the blanks massaging my lower legs, slowly bringing them back to life. Then they moved a couple of boxes over and did the same with my arms. The pains subsided over time. I’ve got no idea how long I was dangling there but by the time I was lowered I felt a hell of a lot better.

As the weight returned to my legs though, my knees buckled out from under me.

“Don’t worry, eleven. You’ll be fine. Imagine that’s more than just the lack of exercise, I’ve seen something like this before.”

Once my arms were released I gestured.

“Seen it before? When?”

“Four was on muscle relaxants for a couple of weeks after the damage was done. Rex, remember? Level ten for an hour? It took him weeks to walk again properly. Don’t worry, it won’t be that bad for you. A day at most I imagine. Try to stand.”

Before even making that attempt, I just sat with my legs straight for a few minutes, relishing in it. I rolled over onto my stomach and began bending them. Still a painful ache but I could feel that beginning to fade. I did the same with my arms before crawling up to a kneel and then tentatively placing a foot flat on the floor.

“You’re still convinced you want that permanently?”

I shook with laughter. “Yes. Well for one thing, if it’s permanent, it wouldn’t even matter if my lower limbs withered to nothing. They’d be useless for the rest of my life anyway.”

“Yes. I see your point.” He shuddered at the idea though.

I wasn’t able to support my weight however. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t put the force in necessary to rise. The two blanks placed themselves under my shoulders and lifted me and with their support, we started walking around the dungeon.

We did this three times and it was getting harder as we went. Then, suddenly, I was walking unaided. I hadn’t even realised they’d ducked out from under my shoulders for a few steps. They’d been slowly reducing their support, adding my body weight to what I was carrying.

I stopped and looked down, then slowly walked to M.

“Thanks. I think I could do with some of those exercises now, sir.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up first. Imagine there’s a bit of hair under there after this long.”

I felt my chin, my head… He was right. There was a roughness under my skin on my scalp, a short beard on my chin. I nodded and returned with him, still walking slowly to avoid stumbling, to the wet room.

Standing immobile again helped immensely. The suit supported my weight, the hair remover set my skin all over tingling and the warm water of the wash revived me like nothing else I’d ever experienced. I don’t know how long I was held there but when I was finally released I could feel the strength had returned a little.

Then, back up to the gym. Lots of stretching, then onto the rowing machine to work my arms and legs, the bike to get my legs pumping, the weights again to work my arms, back and abs.

It was a punishing regime, but I was losing the last of the stiffness by the end and feeling pretty good. I knew I’d be aching in the morning though.

“Don’t worry, we won’t hold you to your baseline, let alone the improvements we expected.”

“Thanks, sir. Hadn’t even thought of that. Slasher’ll be in a similar state when he’s released on Sunday. What time is it now?”

“Just after two. Plenty of time for him to get together with his brother. Won’t be many more of those though.”

“What? Why?”

“They’re nearly ready, eleven. For shipping. Another week, I’d say.”

“Slasher’s going too, sir?”

“Do you want him to?”

“It would mean separating him from his brother, but I do like him now. I’d like to have him as a pet for a little while, sir.”

M nodded. “I think it’s time we mixed things up a little anyway. There’s no need for any of them to wear their chains anymore. They’ve all adjusted and accepted it.”

“I agree sir. I saw that in mine during the first week. Did your three handle it the same?”

“Well, to be fair, mine didn’t suffer from addictions or phobias, think it took them a little longer to accept. They were much more independently minded. A few pleasure sessions sorted them out. They’ll do anything to get more.”

“How will we handle his brother? It took you weeks to get here in that pod. It’d be a wreck by the end of it even with pleasure.”

“I’d say keep it sedated. It’s the only way for someone like that.”

I nodded.

“They will see each other again, I don’t think another slave auction’s due for another six months or so. That’s even if he decides to sell them. I managed to gain redemption in his eyes and so did the shoplifter who was my cage mate. They might too.”

“I hope my three do, sir. I do like them. Well, I can’t say I’ve spoken much to the addict but I feel like I know Slasher and his brother quite well. Even if nothing much has been said verbally, I began to think of us as kindred spirits in those suits.”

“Let’s get back up there. The new dog’ll be reassured when he sees you walking. Oh… Here.” M handed me an armband.

“Thank you, sir. Where are they now?”

“Shop floor. Joel’s just given us clearance to go up. You can help around the shop for the day, play fetch with them. Get to know them as Master and dog rather than fellow canine.”

I nodded and studied the armband as we entered the elevator and joined them in the store.

Dash was still a little wobbly on his paws when I arrived but I walked over to him and petted him. Then I knelt.

“Don’t worry. As you can see, I’m fine. Just fuckin’ stiff when I was released. Enjoying it yet?”

His tail wagged.

“Good. Now…”

I fiddled and sent. “Slasher, come.”

Slasher bounded over and stood next to his new dog brother. His tail sank between his legs when he noticed who I was.

“Slasher, sit.”

He sat and I knelt in front of him gesturing.

“I like you Slasher. I didn’t expect that. I expected I’d like being a dog even less. Originally this was my idea of a punishment for you when I saw a leather dog suit in the store. You’re my pet now and don’t worry. All is forgiven. I won’t mistreat you.”

The tail slowly started to wag.

“Now I know how hard the transition back to biped is. Sunday will be painful but you’ll get to see your brother again. I thought I’d better warn you now, it may be for the last time for a while. From then on, you’ll spend the majority of your time as a dog but I will ensure you get human exercise every Sunday. It won’t be as bad as the first time because the first time was a lot longer.”

His tail shot up in surprise at the mention of his brother.

I nodded. “The reason you won’t see your brother again for a while… I’m keeping you as my pet here. Your brother and most of those other slaves down there have nearly completed their preliminary induction. It’s time they moved on.”

He positively bristled.

“I know. Don’t worry. I’ve spoken to someone who’s there with Master Q. It said the place is a paradise and I believed it. Your brother’ll be fine. You will join it, don’t worry about that but I did want you as my pet, not just as a playmate and now I’m back to being an object again, I get that wish.”

His shoulders sagged a little, his tail slowly lowered and then began to wag.

“You do like being a dog, don’t you?”

The wag intensified.

“Well, that’s what you are now. As I said, one day out a week to get some human exercise. The rest of the time, my pet. Did your brother get the opportunity to play with you?”

He nodded.

“I’ll make sure you get more of that each day. You may not be able to speak to him, but he can talk to you. Tell you how he’s doing. How his treatment’s working and anything else.”

The tail wagged a lot faster then.

I pressed the armband. “Good boy.”

“Now go and get your ball. Dash needs to learn to run. It’s what he’s good at.”