2017-11-17 - spike - The New Shop 42

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 42
Date: 17 November 2017

Chapter 42
It’d been a while but the time was now. Time for M to introduce himself. I stood before the frozen figure holding the laptop while he pulled the rubber gloves up Perkins’ arms.

“How are you feeling?”

“How do you think? I’ve never felt anything like it… Holy… shit… Those mannequins! In that shop! The fat one was Mary” he deleted and retyped. “Mansfield, wasn’t it?”

M’s shoulders shook. “Oh god. Yes. That was me.”

“You? But you were… How the fuck?”

“Simple. Q’s a good Master. Yes, he took me against my will. Yes, he put me through hell but my god I’m glad he did. I’m a willing slave now, have been for years. He took me as a punishment, for the attitude I showed at the death of one of their customers. His promise to me, he’d turn me into a bigger pervy bastard than any of them. I think you’ll agree, being conditioned to wank to order, even in a crowded street… He kept that promise.”

“Fucking hell, what… Ahhhh fuck. The suit’s permanent isn’t it? I’ve just signed my life away.”

“No. It’s temporary. Joel did say master never breaks a promise. I love it now. They tested my kinks just as we’ll test yours. You agreed to sample the life after all. I hated what they found at first but it has been five years. When it was time to pack up that shop, they dropped me off on Regents street to keep his end of that promise and use me for the purpose he originally intended when I was taken. A warning to the Met. In the meantime though, I’d adjusted, grown to love the life. All that bigotry, long gone. Never been happier, so the other slaves in the shop pled my case when they arrived at Q’s. They swayed him, he gave me a second chance here.”

“But you were begging for it to stop!”

“You would too! It’d been going on for weeks when they dropped me off… That cycle of pain in my plug and then the reward for wanking. You’ll experience what the plug can do too. I guarantee, you’ll love it. What’s more, when you get to Q’s, you can have a word with number five.”

“Who?”

“OK… Question… What happened to Ben?”

“He took leave and went to a boot camp. Then tendered his resignation and we never saw him again after he… He got captured too?”

“No, he gave himself to Q willingly. His leave was taken in a suit like the one you’re wearing now, in that shop in London. His resignation… so he could quit, take a permanent suit and join Q. Spent about a year in that shop with me and Alpha before someone else took suit seven and he joined Q.”

“But”

“Look, he was gay, OK? And he’d had me forced onto him as his partner. Made his life a misery, not that I knew. He hid it for obvious reasons. When he saw that shop, it awakened something in him. A need. He loved every single thing there. First time I knew was when Alpha in that shop had him in front of my display case, snogging his lungs out.”

“And Collins?”

“Arranged it before they captured me. I was in the case when he went in. I actually alerted Alpha of the danger cos I knew I’d be punished if he got beaten. Just as well Ben was in the shop when he came in. Saved him that did. Of course, that was the perfect excuse to explain away my disappearance. Five didn’t know about me until the suit was permanent though.”

“I’m not happy about this!”

“Just what five said when he found out. You found me. Congratulations. God when I saw you walk past me in the shop that first time last month… Had to warn Joel, didn’t I?”

“But there were no slaves in the display cases!”

“Quite a few dogs though. I was one of them. We were in training for a race. Oh fuck I’ve never had so much fun. Think you’ll get that from every slave you talk to. Everyone here in a suit was also in dog suits for over a week until this morning.”

“What about him?”

I handed the laptop to M. “I’ve been a slave just over a month. Never looking back. Best thing that ever happened to me. Believe me, once you’ve adjusted, you’ll learn to love it too. I doubt Q would accept you for a permanent suit though. He might agree to take you on as a… what was it he called it, M?”

“Field agent. Just like Luke there. Just like Joel in fact.”

“Now look! I agreed to sample this life, see what these other slaves have to say. I never agreed to become a slave!”

“I didn’t say you had. I just think you might consider it once we’ve released you from the suit.”

“It’s really that good?”

Joel nodded. “Trust me. It’s that good. Yes, you lose your freedom, you follow orders without question but it’s worth it for what you gain. I’ve never had a better life since I gave myself to him four years ago. Your ex-partner obviously agrees.”

“So what now?”

“You stay frozen here for the night. In the morning, we flush your bowels out and remove your hair. Don’t worry, it’ll grow back by the time you’re released… Well, most of it will, eyebrows might take a little longer. You’ll start to feel your additions in a few hours and it will be painful but the pain’ll go away in a couple of days or so.”

“Shit!”

“We’ve all been through it. Well, Luke didn’t. His ass was well trained before we put him in the suit. He didn’t feel it at all from the start. I did feel it. It does hurt. You get over it. Now best advice, get some sleep. The suit supports your weight, you’ll get used to sleeping standing up in no time. Once you’ve had your first wash and flush, we’ll show you around.”

“… OK.”

“Good. See you in the morning.”

We returned to help the others out of the suits. Sleazy… Duke even… We put to sleep first.

Him, we didn’t stretch out. We manipulated, we massaged, we slowly, carefully bent its legs straight and then we massaged some more.

It’d probably be a longer process to get it back on its feet. Just as well Q gave it a week.

M stopped massaging briefly to type. “I think I know what to do with Duke.”

“What?”

“Four again. Getting him back on his feet. Harness over the treadmill. Worked like a charm. Get its legs working with very little weight and gradually increase it.”

“And its arms?”

“Dumbbells. First with no weights on at all, then gradually increase those too.”

I nodded.
* * * * *
“So. You have a new slave to play with.”

“Yes, sir, but we’re going to be gentle with him. Don’t want to frighten him too much, he already leapt to the conclusion the suit was permanent when M announced himself. M assured him it wasn’t.”

“Good. Good. Kid gloves but when it comes to the assessment, everything as with all slaves. I’ll make sure a pod arrives by the end of the week to collect him. I’ll ensure he travels by a direct route. Some pods can stop at numerous ports before finally being delivered here, hence M’s journey taking so long. His should only take a week, maximum.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is everyone recovered? Back on their feet?”

“Everyone but Duke, sir. We took it out of the suit after dosing its food with sedatives. M says that’s how they got it in in the first place. It’s going to be a very unpleasant couple of days for it, I think. M did suggest the same method they used on four. Harness over the treadmill. Is there somewhere to hook that up in B2?”

“No. Best thing I can suggest, take the machine down to B3. The chains and winch you two seem to favour so highly for stretching. Have it hang from there. Now for the important business… Is Slasher there?”

“Blank’s here, sir.”

“Take a seat, Blank. Now. Your new suit. Opinions.”

Blank sat at the computer and slowly started typing. He was a one finger on each hand hunt and peck type.

“First of all, sir… Oh god. Thank you, sir. Thank you for this. This is the most amazing life I could’ve wished for. I’ve never experienced anything like it. When I learned eleven would be my Master here I expected hell but instead, I got heaven, sir.”

“Yes. I think we all expected the dog to be a punishment. You got there quicker than eleven did, didn’t you?”

“I think I took a couple of days to learn to love it, sir. At first I think I saw it in the same way you expected me to but when I saw how much enjoyment Tyson was having, I got swept up in it, sir.”

“Good. I’d say good boy but that won’t do much right now. Now, the new design.”

“I love it, sir. The lack of a zip, it almost feels like a third skin! There was one problem, sir.”

“Go on.”

“I got caught in a couple of storms, sir. Really heavy rain. It got in and gathered in the knees and elbows. Not quite waterproof enough. I think the seal needs to be better. When the weight got too much I had to roll on my back to flush it out and back into the body. It was slow to get rid of.”

“Yes, we had footage of you doing that. I wondered what it was all about. Noted and we’ll get onto it. Thank you, blank. Anything else?”

“Other than that, perfect, sir.”

“Eleven, any problems with yours?”

“No sir. Even when I submerged myself in that best hiding place ever, no leaks. I was just as dry five minutes after getting out as I was before getting in, sir. I didn’t get the full doggy experience though, no petting so no reason for the zip to get in the way but it was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the back zip. I’d love to be sealed in once the waterproofing problem’s solved, sir.”

“You will eleven. Prototypes need beta testers. The front zip variant will be the new one on sale to the public and all prey from now on. All hunters will be issued with the sealed variant. Expect one race for every new batch of slaves that numbers over twenty close to the end of their training.”

“Oh god! Oh fuck this is going to be good!”

“And from now on… All slaves will receive dog training as part of their induction, all slaves will participate. Not just a select few. You have twice as many hunters.”

“Should we give Perkins the same, sir?”

“Once he’s seen what you’re capable of, he may even request it but even if he doesn’t. Yes. But only two days. Expect a video to appear on the TV tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“One final thing, eleven… Have you thought about this boon?”

“Yes, sir. My first idea was a little selfish I admit. Grant golds the right to use furniture in the rec room without permission. But I decided on something better, sir.”

“Go on.”

“Give Storm a name, sir. It’s hard on that one, being so… anonymous. It doesn’t even need to be one of the numbers, could be another one like Omega or M.”

“I commend you, eleven. Both ideas, granted but his name will not be silver. It’ll be white like Omega’s. His rank is still that of blank even with a name. You and M both have perpetual permission to use the furniture there now. You have two silvers as underlings anyway. They remain on the floor unless elevated again or granted permission by you.”

I dropped to the thanking pose immediately.
* * * * *
“How are you, now?”

“Oh twattin’ ell! You weren’t kidding about the pain were you? And you say it’ll be gone in a couple of days?”

I nodded. “Once it is, you’re in for the most pleasurable experience of your life. Before then though, brace yourself, I’ll just unfreeze you.” I walked out, flipped the switch and returned.

“Now follow me. We spoke to Q last night. He knows you’re here now and he’s arranged for your transfer over to him. He says as you’re on limited time he’ll arrange an express delivery, it’ll still take a few days though, maybe a week to get there, a week to get back. That gives you one week here to grow accustomed to everything and one week there to see the place. Oh god I want to see it too.”

I led him to the elevator, then down to B1.

“First stop on the tour. Recreational facilities par excellence. For slaves who don’t fuck up royally, one hour a day in here. Other rewards can include free access. Everyone has that for at least a few days thanks to our performance in the race.”

“About this… This race?”

“Hmmm. I wonder. That TV there I think.” I pointed him at the sofa, turned it on and sat beside him.

There were three options, one of them called dog race 2021. I selected it and started laughing.

It was in standard cheesy reality TV trailer format with that movie trailer voice for good measure. I hit start from beginning and paused.

“M… You might want to see this. Might want to get everyone up to see it too… Is Duke awake yet?”

“That’s what we’re doing now. He’s awake. He’s talking, oh god is he talking.”

“Haul him up too.”

“Why?”

“Trailer for the race. It’s on the TV. Don’t know how long it’ll take them to do the first episode though. I know one thing… Omega will definitely want to see it.”

“OK, I’ll get everyone.”

As the slaves began to filter in, it looked like Perkins didn’t know where to look. The laptop resting in the place its name suggested, he typed.

“Fuck me, how many of them are there?”

“More than this. These are just the racers… You’ll see in a minute. The others were dispatched a week ago, freeing us up for intensive dog training. Some of them really needed it too.”

“I… I’m…”

“It’s OK to be shocked. Doesn’t matter though, you’ll see. I think Q said he had over eighty where he is. Make that a hundred now.”

“A hu… That’s very nearly a village!”

“I suppose you could put it like that. He did say he has a very big job to complete. What does it matter if none of us get paid as long as we get decent lives? A content slave is a hard working slave is his philosophy, he gets the best out of them by giving them good lives.”

“So he’s not like the old days then?”

“What? Oh, nothing like that. I know it’s an ugly part of our history that we’re still suffering but Q’s wealthy. I imagine he saves a packet on wages but the life he provides… From what I’ve heard anyway. I have spoken to slaves who’ve been there or actually are there over internet chat. Paradise is how they described it.”

Finally, two blanks with their arms forming a chair carried another blank between them.

“What’s his story?”

“All of us were in the suits for three weeks but we had a break the first Sunday to get some exercise. He requested it, Q granted it. He stayed in for the full three. He’ll be on his feet in a day most likely. Just a little weak in the lower limbs right now. He very nearly came in second too. Then, he gave up on it, turned back and knocked me out of the air just as I was about to take another one down.”

“How long were you in it?”

“Just under two weeks. Before you stare in horror, watch. Everyone enjoyed themselves immensely. Oh… The dog suits freeze just as the normal suit can. That might become apparent in the video.”

They placed Duke next to Perkins on the sofa, everyone gathered ‘round. Finally, Joel, Omega and the Sarge joined us and I hit play.

The movie trailer voice boomed, 3D text zoomed onto the screen…

“Eleven slaves!”

Photos of all of us.

“Nine racers!”

The profiles of each slave in turn, 3D rotating representations of them in their dog suits, listed alphabetically. “Bandit, Butch, Dash, Duke, Fry, Max, Phantom, Rascal, Storm.”

“Two hunters!”

Two side by side. Slasher and Tyson, stats including age, weight and height.

“A suit like no other.”

Tech specs of the suit and tail flashed up in that corny 1970s style gradually appearing computer text. I chuckled as the “Material:- CLASSIFIED!” was the first on the list.

“An epic race across fifty miles of wilderness!”

An aerial shot of the course. Oh god that looked beautiful. I was already missing it.

Then those 3D words zooming and crashing into the foreground.

“THE”
“HUNT”
“IS”
“ON!”

There followed a twenty second montage of some of the highlights accompanied by increasingly dramatic music. Me leaping out of the lake and grabbing the dog by the tail. One of a dog facing up against a bear? Fuck! The bear batted the suit about a bit as he’d obviously clenched its teeth to freeze himself. It grew bored and shambled off into the trees. Another scene with, had to be Slasher, bolting up a hill after another dog, only for the dog to turn and attempt to leap over him. He leapt and grabbed the tail, the frozen body crashing to the ground.

Finally. “Coming soon!”

The video ended.

Perkins stared at me. “Fucking hell that looks good! Which one were you?”

“Tyson. The one in the lake. The one who got the dog running up that hill. Slasher.”

“You can’t broadcast that on TV can you?”

“It’s not designed for mainstream TV. Fetish clubs on the other hand… Perfect advertisement for the dog range or products. Those tails, bloody hell they’re special. Not only can they sense your emotions and react accordingly. The plugs can be used to send messages to you. We used them as a direction sense. Multiple targets possible at the same time too. I’m pretty much an expert at reading it now.”

“Send?”

“Slight electrical tingle. Different frequencies and waveforms. Very subtle. Which way is the next dog to attack… That way! Finish line, that way. Nearest shelter… Over there. It was fifty four miles from start to finish and that was only for the dogs who took the direct course. Some played it safe by taking the perimeter. Must’ve been miles longer.”

“How long were you out there?”

“Slasher and me? Dropped off on Sunday. Gave us a chance to take position, get a lay of the land. The rest of the hounds, released on Monday. Last dog past the finish line, Thursday evening. We spent one more night sleeping in those shelters and then returned yesterday.”

“You’re right… That looks fuckin’ amazing! Could I try one?”

“Once your ass is fine, we’ll be glad to. Takes a while to learn to walk but fuck me it’s amazing what that suit can do. See? We’re getting you ‘round to our way of thinking already. First reaction to seeing me was what the hell is this!? followed by fuck me that looks uncomfortable.”

His shoulders shook. “Yes. Quite. But seeing you lot out there like that. How the hell did you survive? How did he survive that bear?”

“I mentioned the shelters. There were feeding stations by them. As for the bear, I told you the suits could freeze. Special defence mechanism programmed in. Clench your jaw.”

“I couldn’t clench my jaw if I wanted to.”

“Not your real one… Your doggy one. Gives you five minutes of freeze. Nothing can hurt you in the suit when you’re frozen unless you fall off a cliff.”

“And the tail pull?”

“We were hunters. Our purpose, delay, hinder, stop them from reaching the finish line for as long as possible. A pull of the tail hurts like hell but also freezes the racers for half an hour. Oh god, I can’t wait for the next one.”

The rest of the slaves disbanded and I lead Perkins to the next level.

“Everyone spends time in here every day. Got to keep his property in good shape after all.”

“This is the best gym I’ve ever seen!”

“That’s the idea, yes. We’ll put you through the paces too, once there’s no more pain. That includes a full physical assessment. For normal slaves, that forms a baseline. Something they have to improve on every month. I’ll also be starting on wrestling training here today. Q witnessed a bout I had with another slave who was proficient in the sport a couple of weeks ago and decided he liked it.”

“But those rings…”

“Boxing rings. Q’s passion, boxing, but the man who trains in that’s currently unavailable so we’ve not had any yet. They do OK as wrestling rings, the ropes don’t get in the way too much.”

“I thought they… Every wrestling match I’ve seen used”

“Yes. Well. That’s not real wrestling. Look it up on YouTube when you get home. Olympic games, not fake WWF crap.”

He nodded.

Then down to B3.

“Oh fuck!”

“What were you expecting?”

“I… don’t know to tell you the truth. I’ve seen some things but nothing compared to this. What are those two doing?!”

“Looks to me like it’s being inverted, suspended from the ceiling. Probably so the other one can whip it.”

“It?”

“Did say all slaves start as blanks. Objects don’t have a gender. They’re all referred to as it until they gain the rank M and I have. Gold name on the back of the head.”

“So, I’m an it too?”

“Yes. But I’ve been handling you with kid gloves. Ease you into it, so to speak. The rest, they were submissives from the start. Most of them adapted to the whole blank/it idea quickly.”

“Most?”

“One was freaking out at the loss of any identity. Q’s given it a name now. It’ll take a couple of days for its hood to arrive though. It took on a dog suit just so it could have a name so it’s not had to face being a blank for that long.”

“Which one was that?”

“Second place winner in the race. Storm.”

I glanced down and chuckled to myself. “Turns you on a little doesn’t it?”

“What?”

I pointed at his cock.

“Oh shit!” He covered himself up.

“No no, no point in that. Put all those old social memes to bed here. Nothing to be embarrassed about, being turned on here. Of course, once you’re pain free, we’ll put you in one of these.” I rapped my chastity with my knuckle. “Then you won’t be able to get to the point of embarrassment like that.”

“That thing? Really?”

“All of us wear these. Even Joel has one on. His… on for three years. Never comes off, I doubt he expects it ever will.”

“Fucking hell! Why?”

“Simple. Getting your rocks off is a sure fire way to feel… satisfied down there. Once that happens a lot lose their submissiveness for a while until they feel a need again. Keep them deprived… Well, us deprived of orgasm and we’re all far less likely to want out. That’s the whole point of it.”

“I…”

“Look, there’s a lot more pleasure to be had than the odd wank. Trust me. I don’t even miss it anymore. We’ve got something far better; but for that, you’ll have to wait a couple of days. Oh, and… When we assess you in the gym, we’ll also bring you down here.”

“Why?”

“He said we’d find your kinks didn’t he? We assess you in here too. Everything. It’s as much for you to learn about yourself as it is for us to learn about you. I learned I loved a hell of a lot I’d always avoided down here during mine and you, being vanilla… Bet there’ll be quite a few things that surprise you.”

“That makes sense I suppose. Might end up being one of the kinkiest in London on my return.”

“That’s the spirit. I hope you love everything as much as I do. When I said free access that included down here. Not just the gym and rec room. This place is just as much a benefit of the life as the rest. One more thing to show you.”

“What’s that?”

“Slave accommodation. One level down.”

“But there’s only four buttons.”

“For this one, there’s no need of a button. That suit acts as an identifier. Any black panel you come across will open doors to you if you’ve been granted access. You’re a walking ID tag. Touch the one by the elevator.”

“OK.”

A minute later, the door opened, I stepped inside, ushering him in too. “Now, touch that one. No buttons needed, it’s the default destination.”

The doors closed, we went down, I pointed at the block four panel and he touched that too. The door opened and I pointed him at the cell on the right.
When that opened too…

“That’s where you sleep tonight. Every night you’re here in fact. And a similar cage when you’re there I imagine.”

“I suppose all this talk of slaves, I should’ve expected that. No blankets though?”

“No need. It doesn’t get cold. Try it. It’s comfortable enough.”

“Which one?”

“Doesn’t matter for now. We’ll tell you which cage to go into when it’s time for bed.”

He clambered in. He lay down. He rolled around. I handed him the laptop.

“It’s…”

“Comfortable? Of course. Q, content slaves, remember. No point in making our sleep difficult by giving us something painful to sleep on. Now come on, up to the rec room. It’s time we put this laptop away. Teach you how to talk without it.”

He nodded and scrambled out.

“Of course, once you’ve got a grip on it you can of course talk to the slaves in here.”