2017-12-04 - spike - The New Shop 49

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 49
Date: 04 December 2017

Chapter 49
The rest of the slaves all reported the same thing when spoken to. That they loved it and couldn’t wait to see what the next step in their journey would bring.

I returned to perform one last fiddle with my code for what I assumed would be at least a week, then sent it off for them to test on the simulator.

Initial tests with a low number of simulated slaves… Success. They wanted to try with the maximum number next though.

“Eleven. Time to see them off. One at a time, into the pod, connect them up and pile them in the lift but you need to be down here for that or you might not fit.”

I chuckled to myself as I logged out of the laptop and returned to M on the cell level.

“Get used to it, kid, you’re in here for a week soon.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Spent over a week down here as dogs after all. ”

“That’s a good point. At least this time you’ll be humanoid.”

“So, what happens?”

“There’s only four to send this time, just call each one down, shove it in, seal it up and when all four are done, load them into the lift.”

“Perkins first or last?”

M chuckled again. “Let’s make it endure it the longest. Assuming they don’t take it out first at the other end.” A fiddle. “Blank, B4, Block one. Now.”

“Put the new slaves all together or mix them with the current bunch?”

“Mix them. They’ll learn from more than you then.”

“Good point. Are you going to give your celebrity voice a test run once they’re gone?”

M’s shoulders shook. “Oh god, I’d almost forgotten about that. Might as well.”

The elevator opened and a blank stepped out. M didn’t say a word, he just placed his hand on the cell one panel and pointed.

The slave entered and froze, took a step back. We followed it into the cell and M pulled out a few tubes indicating where they should be connected.

While I was snapping on the head tube, M removed the chastity, unlocked the core, plugged it into a socket in the pod and the ass tube was connected. Smaller tubes to the feet, then help it into the pod, connect the cock, nose and mouth tubes, close the lid and with a click, it was locked.

The same thing happened with the other three… Well, apart from them freezing at the sight of it. They’d already spent god knows how long in one to get here.

Finally, with a lot of manhandling, the four pods were stacked in the elevator and the doors closed behind them.

When the elevator next appeared, six pods were in there.

M tapped on his band. “Sir, is the shop clear?”

“Yes, M. Time for lockdown?”

“Yes, sir.”

“OK, I’ll head on up there now. Just B4?”

“Just the cells blocks. No need for the rest. Just enough to get them in their cages before they unfreeze.”

“What about eleven?”

“I think once these have been housed, we can go into the wet room. He can strip there before we freeze that room too. Might need help from twelve though. I’ve never seen a gold turn into a blank before. I imagine eleven might want to see it too. There’s a large enough mirror in there.”

“OK then.”

“Five to a cell? Direct the NY blanks to take the empty one in each?”

“Not a bad idea. There will be a small overflow into block three though. Twenty two slaves would’ve fitted with two blanks added. We’ve got four.”

“Unless we have them sharing.”

“Not unless we get more than a hundred.”

I felt my face freeze so we opened the first pod, disconnected everything, applied the core and M pocketed the key and applied the chastity. Then, M holding the feet, me holding the head, we shoved it into a cage and slammed the door shut.

We shoved the empty pods into the wet room and when the last was done, we returned to the elevator.

Another six were waiting.

It took half an hour. One cell block with twenty slaves, room for four more. The other block with one cell, two occupants. We made sure they were in opposite cages so they could see each other.

“Right then, eleven. Time for you to strip. Come on, wet room mirror.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll let you off this time. Might as well get back into the habit of it.”

I was out of my leathers and standing before the mirror in no time. My silver mark of ownership glistened slightly in the strip lighting and suddenly… Instantly… Gone. It didn’t fade. It just winked out of existence as if it’d never been there.

“Stand to attention, blank!”

I did so. I could feel him removing my armband and then, bam, frozen solid. Tipped backwards, another suited slave in full rubber outer grabbed my feet and I started moving towards the cages. Into the first door, into the bottom cage…

I lay there frozen for another five minutes and then, movement.

I looked around, leant on my shoulder looking at the cages opposite.

Three slaves in cages on top of each other looked back at me and the slaves above me.

I started spelling things out verrry slowly and in huge letters outside the cage.

“H.e.l.l.o.”

The bottom one seemed to catch on first. “H.e.l.l.o. W.h.e.r.e. a.r.e. w.e.?”

I shrugged. “W.e.r.e. s.l.a.v.e.s. D.o.e.s. i.t. m.a.t.t.e.r?”

It gripped the cage bars, testing them. “I d.i.d.n.t s.i.g.n. u.p. f.o.r. t.h.i.s. H.o.w. d.i.d. t.h.i.s. h.a.p.p.e.n? I. n.e.e.d. t.o. g.e.t. h.o.m.e!”

“F.r.o.m. w.h.a.t. I.v.e. b.e.e.n. t.o.l.d. t.h.i.s. i.s. y.o.u.r. h.o.m.e.”

It recoiled. I glanced up at the other two. Both had started gesturing too. I held my hand up. Then pointed at the cages above and made a question mark.

The middle slave pointed at me, the top one pointed at the cage opposite. I nodded and drew a circle anticlockwise a couple of times.

It got the message. Rewind.

“I.s. h.e. w.a.n.t.i.n.g. o.u.t. a.l.r.e.a.d.y?” It pointed down.

I nodded. “S.e.e.m.s. s.o. J.u.s.t. a. s.e.c.o.n.d.”

I redirected my attention to the one opposite and sped up slightly. “What did you think you’d signed up for?”

It took my cue. “Went into an amazing new store in Atlanta. Tried on a suit. Loved it. Said oh god I never want out…”

“And what? He sealed you in? Then and there? Not even a background check?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, he gave me that.”

“So what are you complaining about? You must’ve been told the suit’s permanent and people in them are slaves the moment they’re sealed. For life. I know I did. Oh god I can’t wait to find out what’s next.”

I glanced up. Both the other slaves were nodding.

It took a deep breath, its shoulders sagged and it nodded. “It’s just not what I expected.”

“It’s exactly what I expected. Slaves live in cages. We do as we’re told… What more is there?”

“But I was frozen solid! For days! Maybe even weeks!”

“I know! Fucking amazing isn’t it. It’s true I never expected that, but god, I’ve never felt such a restrictive bondage. It’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced… Well, apart from what happened in my ass on the way here. Hope we get more of that.” I wrapped my chastity. “Looks like we won’t get more of anything else.”

It glanced down at its own and shifted uncomfortably. “So where you from?”

“San Francisco not that it matters. Could be anywhere in the world right now. I’m following their advice. Forget my old life. Forget everything about it. I’m here. I’m theirs and my name is blank.”

“But that’s my name!”

I glanced up. The two above had just said the same thing.

“Seems we’re all called that until we earn a new one.”

The bottom one collapsed onto its pillow. Upstairs, there seemed to be a conversation going on between them and the ones above me. I watched, eavesdropping on half of it.

Just a repeat of what I’d said. One was from Miami. The other from Winnipeg. The two above me, no idea.

I relaxed, put my hands behind my head and lay down.
* * * * *
I woke to the familiar beep and put on a mock jump of shock at it.

“Slave, Leave your cell. Single door. Press the panel. Ditto for the door opposite, then press B2 and the panel in the lift!”

The voice was… Hmmm, was that M? I couldn’t place where I’d heard it before but it did sound familiar. I looked across at the one opposite and pointed at my ears.

It nodded.

Before I could open my cage, a figure dropped down from above. Then another. I scrambled out after them and we all left the cell together.

M, twelve and thirteen were standing in the middle of the court when we arrived with the two dogs at either side of M. He pointed and we lined up. The rest filed in and joined the line.

“New York slaves. Get to work, you know what to do.”

Three returned to the elevator and were gone.

“Good. Now. I won’t go into the whole welcome to your new life speech. I’m sure you’ve heard that all before. You’re slaves. That’s all there is to it and it’ll never end. Now. Who among you still feels pain from their additions? If you’re fine, discomfort free, step forward five paces.”

Of course, I did. In fact, all but two did.

“You will suffer if you’re caught faking, thinking we’ll go easier on you if you’re in pain, slaves! I warn you now!”

One of them, its shoulders sagged. It stepped forward and joined the rest. The other remained.

M crossed the room, picked something up and opened it as he approached the figure. The laptop.

“Explain. It doesn’t take a week for a plug to settle. Why are you still in pain?”

“I don’t know, sir. It’s better than it was but it still hurts, sir. Maybe he was rough with me but I didn’t feel it when it went in, sir.”

“Thirteen. Take it to room two.”

Thirteen nodded and led the slave away.

“A few of you have experienced what happens if you attempt to escape. What we call escape protocol. If you have, stand at ease. If not. Hold your hand out flat. Again, I warn you, we will know if you’re faking.”

Quite a few shuffled, looked around, looked at each other. I was one of them.

I didn’t want M to know who I was in this blank suit. I wanted to experience it fully. Even the slightest hint… I took a deep breath and held my hand out flat. I’d had worse.

I held that breath until the freeze occurred, it should give me room in the suit to breath deeply before my nose holes closed. Make it less… hellish.

When he got to me, that’s just what I did and then ooooh fuck it hurt. Oh fucking hell I’d forgotten. And then it was over. I panted but my breathing slowed and I returned to normal soon enough. By the time I was unfrozen I just shifted slightly. Some of them were sobbing. A couple of the more recent ones curled into a ball.

M waited for all to be standing before speaking again. “Those who submit. Kneel. Those who resist, those who can’t accept what they are now, remain standing.”

Should I throw him off more by resisting? Nah. I wanted to get to know these blanks after all. What better way than a few days free? I knelt. I think the amount of indecision might’ve helped throw him off even further though. As far as he was concerned, I was just a blank now. I’d better come up with a good story for the interview.

He walked down the line tapping each of us.

“Good. Now, as you all experienced that. Two days without duties. Those who submit, one extra day. If you persist in resisting after the next part, you’ll just be returned to your cages.”

Then another chance to throw M off came. He knew my level. I selected the one bordering on pain. I’d experienced one of those pleasure programs that touched on it. I wondered what a good one would be like now.

After the pleasure test, none remained standing. Didn’t surprise me in the least.

Then the usual about one hour a week. One hour a day in the rec room. B1, B2, and B3.

He returned to twelve’s side. “Do you have any idea who?”

Twelve shook his head.

“Me neither. Bloody hell he’s hidden himself well. Only one thing I know about him. It’s one of these three.” He pointed at something on his armband.

He turned to us. “If you feel a need to stretch yourself after being frozen for so long I suggest you go to the gym but I warn you now, every day you will be worked there and worked hard so you might as well get used to it. If you want to experience more varied bondage or perhaps a little more pain, dungeon. I’ll call each of you to B1 throughout the day to speak to you. Dismissed.”

I prodded the two next to me. “B2?”

One nodded. The other one gestured a lot more slowly. “B1. I’ll try the gym later. We’ve got all day.”

“What day is it anyway?”

It stepped back in shock. “Fuck. I don’t even know what month it is anymore.”

I nodded. “Me neither. Suppose it’s just something more to get used to. I don’t suppose it matters. Were you in the same cell as me?”

It shrugged. “We all look the same, I don’t know.”

“San Francisco?”

“No. St Louis.”

“No, that’s where I’m from. Did the slaves say anything in your cell? They must have. You’re pretty good at this.”

“One of them said he had to get home. That he didn’t sign up for this. Another said he was from Miami and the third from Winnipeg.”

I reached out, grabbed its hand and shook it. “You must’ve been in the cage above. Bottom cage.”

It nodded. “Top cage.”

“I don’t think those’ll work as nicknames. I imagine all the cells are the same.”

It shook with laughter. “I bet. I’m sure we’ll come up with something. So, B1 then?”

I nodded, looked at the others that’d I’d come in with, pointed up and gestured B1.

For the rest of the day, I acted as the sheep, just following the crowd as we explored. A few bouts of excitement, not only in the gym either. One of them waved a book from the library and they soon found we could check them out.

We all did.

In the gym, we spotted for each other, continuing to talk when our hands were free and my fake story grew. After the workouts, we looked at the dungeon. All of them staring at the place like kids in a candy store. Then back to B1 for another chat and game of cards.

The ones in my current cell, two were office workers, one was a potter, an artist! Certainly different. The other two, another repairman, household appliances. The last, the one from St Louis… Trash collector.

Then… “Blank. Come to the table at the back of B1.”

I pointed at my ears.

“What?”

“You didn’t hear that?”

“Hear what?”

I shrugged. “I’m sure I heard a voice.”

“What did it… How could you hear something we didn’t?”

“Dunno. Maybe I imagined it.”

We continued to play for another few minutes.

“Blank, get here. B1, rear table, now!”

“There it was again. No one heard it?” I looked across. M was looking around. I bet he was annoyed under that mask.

All of them shook their heads.

“Final warning, blank!” I leapt to my feet as a shock hit me. “Come here now!”

I looked at them in shock, then across to M and scurried over.

“Sit!”

I sat.

“Why didn’t you come when I called?”

My gestures were halting, slow. “None of the others heard it sir, I… I thought I’d imagined it. Sorry, sir. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Oh, with this, I could even say two completely different things to two slaves standing right next to each other and neither would be any the wiser. Now… What was your name?”

“Was, sir? My name’s Daniel Anderson, sir.”

“No. Your name is blank.”

“But one of those over there said that was his name, sir!”

“Yes, that’s what all of you are called. Every slave begins their life with the name blank until they earn another.”

My shoulders sagged. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“Profession?”

“I work… Sorry, sir. Worked in a recycling centre.”

“Address?”

“It’s at 472, Second Avenue, Brooklyn, sir.”

“Not your work address, your home… wait… Why were you in a pod if you live in New York?”

“Is there a reason I wouldn’t be, sir? Is New York banned or something?”

“We’re in New York, blank.”

“We are!? Fuck! Sorry, sir. I was on vacation when I found the store in Calgary, sir. I’m just glad I found it early on in my vacation so I could give him my details. He sealed me in two days before I was due to return home. It was an opportunity too good to miss, sir.”

“I see… Home address?”

“252 West fifty-first street, sir.”

He typed my details into the laptop as I told them.

“Any interests? Hobbies? Sports?”

“I do work out, sir but I’ve never really been interested in competitive sports. I’ve dabbled with computers for years though, sir. Nothing special, just playing with different operating systems. Building my own machines. Stuff like that. I… was… an avid gamer sir, and sometimes you needed specific hardware and software to get the best out of them.”

“Hmm… Could prove useful I suppose. Personal circumstances?”

“Straight sir. But slavery is slavery, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, even if homosexuality was involved, sir. Now I know it never will be.”

“Yes, a lot seem shocked by that. You appear to understand the consequences of your additions?”

“I was told the suit was permanent as was the gag and tubing sir. I assume the plug is too. No need to remove it if I’m flushed out regularly like I was in that pod but if it is, I’m a slave. If my owner wishes to fuck me, who am I to object, sir?”

“Well, he won’t. The plug is indeed permanent. Continue.”

“Family, dead, sir. Bit of a loner, it’ll take a while before I’m missed outside of work and it’s common for people to quit without notice from there, sir. No problem for my disappearance if that’s what you were worrying about, sir.”

“No, not worried, just interested. It’s useful to get to know the slaves you command. Their quirks. Their traits. Fetishes?”

“You do it, I’ll take it, sir. And I’ll love every second unless it involves scat, sir. I’d draw the line at scat given the choice, sir.”

“Good choice of wording. So you understand the consequences of slavery. You’re owned property and do anything commanded without hesitation. That you have no choice in anything anymore?”

I nodded.

“Good. Fortunately our master has an aversion to things that cause harm to his properties. Scat is one of the things that is so off the table it’s in a different continent.”

I sagged in mock relief.

“So you’re an all-rounder, apart from scat, no limits?”

“None, sir.”

“Very good indeed. Now. Every other personal detail, internet passwords, bank details, you give me.” he turned the laptop to me.

I proceeded to fill the page with utter bullshit. I knew M wouldn’t be able to check on it and it’d just be sent as is to Q, Q knowing full well who I was from the slave ident.

I paused a few times as if trying to remember something, even leaving a couple of passwords blank.

“Sorry, sir. You know how it is. I didn’t use those sites much and my browser stored all my passwords. Can’t remember those two.”

“Very well. Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god this is going to be good.” I rushed back to the table just as another one of us stood and took my place.

“Seems a nice enough guy. I quite like him.”

“But he shocked you!”

“I didn’t follow his orders. I didn’t even realise he… It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t bad, just sudden.”

It nodded and we waited for the blank to finish its interview before we continued our game.

Continuing our exploration, one of them rushed back over to us and began gesturing to the TV.

We followed it over. One of the slaves sat on the sofa and immediately shot up again.

M’s voice rang out. I know everyone could hear it. “Slaves do not use furniture. Sit on the floor.” A few in the room were looking around in shock.

It sat on the floor and we all sat around it. It hit play.

The dog race trailer. Quite a few looked excited at that.

“Fuck! Two dogs, by that one… Do you think that’s them!?”

“Two of them at least.” I grinned internally. “Oh god, I hope we get to do that.”

“We can’t!”

“Why not? Have you seen this place?”

“How the fuck do you run in them like that one there?”

I shrugged. “I imagine it’d take a bit of practice. They all seemed to be running quite well. Did you see that? Fifty miles?”

“Fuuuuck… I agree. I hope we get to do that.”

“Is there anything else? Hit back on that remote.”

It did so. Oh fucking hell, episode one was up. “Select that one!” I pointed. “Select it!”

The program began to play.

The background to the race. Technical details of the suits, the plugs, the tails. Details of the course, the shelters and food dispensers. Everything.

Video clips of our training from stumbling steps, playing fetch, learning all the tricks to running around in central park mock fighting. Then, the lessons on reading the feelings in our butts.

Profiles of each of the dogs with added history. Mine appeared, the race across Queens, still sticking with the fiction it was planned. Slasher, Duke and the racers. Then images of another slave just like us being put into the suit.

I glanced at the others and back over my shoulder… More had gathered as the program continued. All stared at the screen transfixed.

“Which one of you regretted being here again?”

The blank next to me put its hand up a little sheepishly. “Not anymore. Oh fucking hell.”

I gave it a hug. “Welcome to the club. Brothers?”

It held out its hand and we shook. “Brothers.”

“I suppose we all are really.”

It nodded.