2017-10-30 - spike - The New Shop 34

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 34
Date: 30 October 2017

Chapter 34
Omega was already by the counter chatting to Joel when we arrived back on the shop floor. I held my hand up to M, muted my band…

“Shhh… I want to surprise him. Maybe he’ll even think Harrison’s in the store.”

M held his thumbs up as I crept through the racks until I was right behind him but still out of sight.

“Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.”

Omega span around in shock. “What the… who…”

I stepped out.

“Don’t tell me you captured”

I turned my back to him so he could see my name. “You were present when M elevated me, Omega.”

“God, I didn’t know that thing could”

“I know. Good isn’t it. You’d be amazed at the vocal range this thing’s capable of.”

M joined us then. “I just wish I’d thought of that.”

“What’s stopping you? It’s not locked is it?”

M’s fingers froze on the keypad. “Damn, I could too. I’ll have a fiddle. Might wait before making it the default though. Until they’ve moved on.”

I nodded. “Probably would confuse a few of them. Should we…?” I nodded towards Omega.

“Jolly good idea. Omega. Come. It’s time for your reward.”

“Yes, sir. Oh god I hope it’s good.”

“First, we’ll tube you up again.”

“Thank you, sir. The more I get used to it the better.”

As M led Omega to the bondage chair, I went into the warehouse to collect the suit. I nodded at it. Not a blank suit this one but not silver either. On it, a large white Omega on the back of the head. No property of Master Q marking on the chest though.

I folded it as small as it’d go and hid it behind my back as I joined them.

M was unstrapping him as I entered. He tapped on his band.

“Now for your reward. Strip, slave.”

Omega did as he was told immediately. Within seconds, his clothing was a neat pile on the chair.

“Good. Now, let’s get you kitted out. Legs straight.”

I held up the suit and stretched the mouth wide, sliding Omega’s legs into it. I glanced up at him.

He was staring at it in shock. Then, as his toes found their homes in the feet and the legs were pulled up, in pleasure.

M eased the suit up further. “Stand.”

The suit was pulled up, M removed the chastity and it was eased above his chest, I helped the arms find their homes, making sure his fingers also found theirs, then, before the hood was snapped back into place, M popped a couple of earplugs in, tapped them home and the hood snapped over.

Finally, the goggles were added and sealed on, the cock and balls eased in and M pointed to the door.

“Follow, Omega.”

Omega caressed itself… It froze in what I could only assume was amazement, then jogged after M.

M pointed at the mirror at the end of the wet room. “Pose, examine, enjoy. We’ll be back in half an hour.”

Omega held its thumbs up and did just that.

The moment the door was closed, M flipped a switch. “Thirty minutes to cure, then, we freeze, add the plug, finish it off.”

I clutched my sides. “Should we do the knife demo? Make it think it’s been taken?”

“Don’t be nasty, eleven. Amusing as that prank might be, it is still very young. I might, but I’ll assure it, it is a temp suit too.”

“Will it feel any pain from the plug?”

“I doubt it very much, the one I removed is this one.” He held it up. It looked almost the same size as mine. “But I will give it a squirt, just to make sure. The anaesthetic wears off after about four hours, so we can ask it then.”

“And hair?”

“I suppose as it’s such a short term use this time, we’d better ask it if it’s willing. Not the full one though, we have a weaker solution for just hair removal. Don’t want it to lose its nails for only a weekend. Three months, maybe.”
* * * * *
It was past closing time when we returned to the frozen figure.

Clad head to toe in skin tight rubber, M eased the gloves up its arms and I held the laptop before it.

“How are you feeling, slave?”

“Oh fuck this is so hot! Thank you, sir! Does this mean I’m here for good, sir?”

M chuckled. “No slave is here for good, Omega. All of them end up shipped off to Q’s compound eventually. In fact, the majority of the ones you saw are going on Monday but no, we did say we wouldn’t take you. It’s a temporary suit, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t worried sir. I was hoping”

“Hoping you’d never see your family again?”

“Sorry, sir. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s too easy to get carried away, sir.”

“Now, you have a choice. The suit might feel amazing now… We have it in our power to make it feel even better, but I warn you, it does mean losing your hair. All of it. Every inch.”

Its fingers hovered over the laptop for a few seconds.

“Do it, sir.”

“Eyebrows included, slave.”

“I can explain that away easily, sir.”

“How?”

“I’ll just say I got totally wasted on Saturday night and someone shaved them off, sir.”

“And the rest?”

“I wanted a new look. Little bit of streamlining for my workouts, sir.”

“Good. Tell them someone shaved one eyebrow off, not both. It’s more believable.”

“One, sir?”

“Common prank. Leave the victim with a choice. Look like a freak or shave the other off himself to even them out. Now I highly recommend you close your eyes. Clamp them shut. This will sting all over. Oh, before you do… Are you feeling any discomfort downstairs?”

“My cock, sir? It’s in heaven, sir.”

“No boy, your arse. Any pain?”

“Should there be, sir?”

M held a plug up to Omega. It was the first one. Incredibly small. “This is the plug I inserted on your first night here.”

“Yes, sir?”

M held up the twin of mine. “And this is what’s up there now.”

“Oh shit! Why can’t I… I should be in agony!”

“Common problem but we prepared you. That’s what the fucking machine was for. Every night, you left with a new plug. One size up.”

“I’d be on my knees thanking you, sir. If I could.”

“You’ll remain here until morning, slave. Sleep, that’s my advice. The suit will support your weight, don’t worry about that. Then, in the morning, we’ll put you on display. We will allow you a choice of costume. Anything in the store.”

“Anything, sir?”

“Anything without a built in plug or gag, yes. You’ve already got those. Now, speaking of the gag. Any throat problems yet?”

“A tickle sir.”

“It may get worse for a while, but I think we’ve prepared you enough to get over it quickly. Goodnight boy.”

M yanked off the gloves, we left the room and he turned, pressed the fob and closed the door.

“What did you do this time?”

“I… don’t think it’s ready to be freaked out by the piss control yet. Opened its tube.”
* * * * *
“Report, Joel.”

“A large influx tonight sir. I expect tomorrow will be the largest of the week, sir.”

“Yes, I do too. Any indications from number twelve yet?”

“Twelve, sir?”

“The new slave in the case. I elevated it due to its willingness to point out any slaves.”

“Oh, sorry, sir. No. Nothing tonight. I didn’t realise, it’s not been marked yet.”

M butted in. “It’ll receive its markings during its wash in the morning, sir. Quickest way to do it rather than take it out of service for a few hours when it could be of use.”

“Yes, Quite. And I see we have Omega in its suit. Good. Any problems?”

“Arse, fine, sir. Complained of a small tickle in its throat. Whether that grows or diminishes overnight remains to be seen, sir. I left it in a full cleaning cycle, ten percent solution, sir. It didn’t object to losing its hair.”

“Good. It will sleep from now on with its brothers. B4, block four. Which cells have vacancies now?”

“Cell four, sir.”

“Good. Nearly a full block.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now… What is Sleazy’s current score?”

“Twenty-two merit points, sir. Net. Forty-five merits, twenty-three demerits, sir.”

“Good. His prize then… Fifty merit points for third place in the race. I obviously didn’t tell him that at the time because he doesn’t know he’s working on a merit based release.”

“Yes, sir. Oh god, I’m looking forward to this. When do I begin my dog training, sir?”

“Eager aren’t you? After witnessing Eleven’s response to it, even I would’ve been if I hadn’t already experienced it. Once the majority of the slaves have gone, there’s only one more task that needs to be performed apart from the running of the shop. It’s nearly time for blank to spend some time in a pod of its own. When the other pods arrive, one will be for that. It’s currently three weeks on Monday since I issued that sentence. Once the slaves have been shipped, everyone else, dog suits.”

“Yes, sir. For how long?”

“I think the current regime for Slasher will work for everyone else. Six days in, one day out for human exercise. You need to find your paws, M. You’re in far better shape than Sleazy but you aren’t a spring chicken anymore.”

“Yes, sir. Who’ll be our handler, sir? Joel has the shop, blank in a pod for most of it…”

“Good point. I’ll send the sarge to deal with you. Expect him to work you all hard. He really is an ex-army PT instructor. He will seal blank away too.”

“Sir, Omega could assist during the evenings and weekends. Also, the barman could assist him for a while but he did express a desire to wear a dog suit himself for a week or more.”

“He did? Excellent. He can join in the race too. Put him in at the same time as everyone else. I’ll ensure it’s arranged for his final week, the finish line crossing will be approximately two days before his release. If the race takes longer than expected he can report in sick for one or two days. It’ll give him time to recover.”

Oh god this was going to be good. I’ll be back in the suit for another twenty days! Well, almost.

M’s fingers continued to dance. “It also means that twelve won’t be able to indicate new slaves during those weeks, sir.”

“Another good point. I’ll send pressure sensors you can hold in your dog jaws. They’re flexible circuits again based on graphene so they won’t be noticeable. Between training, you’ll all stand sentinel in the shop. I imagine he’d prefer to train a smaller number anyway. There will be twelve dogs taking part. I’ll make sure the suits are delivered for Monday.”
* * * * *
Oh god, I slept soundly that night. I was going to be a dog again! I couldn’t wait. And with a military trainer too. This was going to be fucking good.

I woke to the beep and clang this time rather than before, we clambered out, released Omega from his freeze and headed down to the Gym, Slasher by my side as usual.

Before the others turned up, I turned to M.

“So, what’re you going to call yours?”

“I’m still thinking about that. You?”

“I… don’t think Sleepy’s appropriate anymore. That was just an insult really, a little dig because it was the one I knocked out. I genuinely think of it as a friend now so… I think I’ll call him Bandit.”

“And the other?”

“Don’t know it well enough… What information did we get on them?”

“A little. Race, job, education.”

“And?”

“What’s its number again?”

I checked and read it out. M checked his.

“Ah. That one… We got a couple of afro-Caribbean slaves. Only yours is one of the dogs though… Educated in the Bronx, middling… what do you call it? We had a different system. GCSE exams in various subjects leading to A-Levels and then on to university…”

“GPA?”

“Middling that, yes. Nothing extraordinary.”

“Job?”

“Various delivery jobs, sometimes even pizza delivery.”

“Hah! Got it… I think I’ll call him Fry.”

“Fry? What the hell would you want to”

“Hang on...” I fiddled with an alternative voice setting… Little tweak here, raise the pitch. Not quite, couple of other settings tweaked… “Hello? Pizza delivery for… uh…. I.C. Weiner? Ah crud!”

“What?”

“OK, it’s been off air for a few years, but I used to like Futurama as a kid. So, what’ve you got on yours?”

“Obviously the shoplifter… We both know about thar. Flunked school completely, useless in most jobs but seemed to find a place for itself as a scaffolder. Nothing special.”

“How about Rascal?”

“You’re good at this naming business aren’t you? OK, the other one, Vermont. Enjoyed skiing, even instructed during the peak of the season. Main job though was just a boring desk job, shipping company.”

“Yeah, desk jockeys… I imagine being stuck behind the desk all day he’d prefer something more dramatic than Snow or Flurry… Nothing to do with his personality, probably the opposite in fact.”

“Go on.”

“How about something like Shadow, Phantom or Sabre?”

“You are good at this aren’t you! I would’ve been racking my brain all night and probably come up with something like Scamp or Benji! Phantom. Definitely.”

All the slaves lined up as usual.

I couldn’t resist. Another series of fiddles and a passable professor Farnsworth impression… “Good news, everybody!” I flicked back.

A few of the blanks looked from side to side, confused but four of them were clearly laughing.

M spoke next. “Well, even if he’s got an odd way of saying it. It’s true. Master Q has decided that when the barman joins us, he’ll also take a dog. On Monday, those not selected to race will begin their journey to Master Q. Every other suited slave on the premises, me included will begin our dog training. The race will be in approximately two weeks time. Hopefully you’ll all be home by then and able to watch the event.”

I could see a few were standing a little taller in the line-up. A little prouder.

“Furthermore, as everyone but Joel is going to be in a dog suit, the man who led us around New York on our promotional tour will be here to seal us in and train us. Expect it to be hard work. He’s a PT instructor. US army. It seems his stripes were earned rather than just an affectation.”

Sleazy’s tail sank between his legs.

“Now don’t be down about this Sleazy. You know what the prize is. A little hard work won’t hurt you. In fact, I imagine it’ll do you the world of good. Go and look at yourself in the mirror.”

M was right. He’d shed quite a lot of weight over the past couple of weeks. Still not the athletic figure of a dog Slasher had, but getting better.

He padded over and looked, turned, wagged his tail and then trotted over to M and nuzzled his hand.

“Good dog. Very good boy.”

Sleazy collapsed as so many did under such waves of pure pleasure, his tail going into overdrive.

“You’re beginning to like the life of a dog, aren’t you?”

It paused, obviously lost in thought. Then its shoulders sank and it nodded.

“Well if you win release, you could always beg to be allowed to share Slasher’s fate. Until the race is done, all dogs will be. Sundays out for human exercise, otherwise, dog.

He shrugged.

I petted Storm. “How do you feel about being a dog for another three weeks? Don’t worry, you’ll get out tomorrow but likely only for exercise, then straight back in there.”

He sat, his tail wagged.

“I told you. Good isn’t it?”

He nodded.

“Good boy. As M said, I’ll be joining you. Score of one to ten, how excited are you to be racing?”

He tapped ten times.

“Bet you really want to win that first prize don’t you?”

He nodded. Then tapped the floor a few times. First one, he nodded, moved across a little, two, across a little, three. Then tapped twelve times and nodded.”

I laughed. “A dog after my own heart. Either first place or last so you stay like that for another month?”

He nodded.

“Very good dog.” “I will be out there trying to stop you, boy and I won’t hold back. No preferential treatment, your tags will be removed to make you difficult to tell apart.”

Another good workout, then down to apply the hood and singlet to twelve.

Once that was done, I went back to room one and began my project in earnest. Of course, there was the code fragment to fix too but this time, easy. Done in five minutes.

I spent the whole morning in there, writing the framework, defining the specs for the various routines that would run within it. It’d be a while before it he was near completion, especially as I’d be out of commission for another few weeks from Monday but I left the room satisfied.

I decided a little rec room time before returning to the gym for another, different workout. I wanted to push myself to get me back to full strength before I started losing it again in the dog. More now, less trouble later.