2017-12-06 - spike - The New Shop 50

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 50
Date: 06 December 2017

Chapter 50
Another cage, a different cell.

I lay on my back, this time in a middle cage as the ones on the other side talked.

At first, without joining in, I just watched.

The bottom one gestured. “Oh fuck, you were right, Denver.”

“You’re not Denver?”

“What do you… Oh fuck, they’ve shuffled our cages about haven’t they? Were you even in this cell last night?”

“Clever bastards!”

I smiled inwardly and leant on my side. “It makes sense if you think about it. What better way to stop cliques forming than shove us in different cages each night?”

It sighed and nodded. “You’re right. Damn, I had a good conversation with him too. One of the slaves’d been here for over a week. Picked up how to talk from him.”

I nodded. “Same here. Seems now we can, it doesn’t matter if one of them’s in with us… Unless one still is.”

The top one’s shoulders shook. “OK… So, what’ve we got to talk about tonight then? Introduce ourselves again?”

“Well… I’m a slave and my name is blank.”

“What a coincidence! Same here!”

“Oh god, this place though. I could live here forever. I love it.”

The bottom one nodded. “I’ve never seen a place like it. Oh my god did you see that dungeon. I’m going to have a lot of fun in there.”

“Yeah.” I twiddled. “For a while. Dunno how long we’ll be here before we move on.”

It froze. Its fingers slowly recovering to form the words. “Move on? But we have moved on. To here!”

“Just for training, this place. That’s what the one who was in our cell said. The one who’d been here a week already. We move on to Master Q’s place eventually.”

“Where’s that?”

“Nobody knows. He had good things to say about it overhearing a conversation between the guy in the store and someone who came in to fix something though. Paradise apparently.”

“Fuck me! And I thought this was a paradise!”

I glanced at the middle one. The one directly opposite didn’t seem happy. Its shoulders were sagged, it stared forlornly out of the bars. It hadn’t said a word.

“Are you OK?”

It just stared at me and shrugged.

“Oh come on, say something. What’s wrong?”

It shrugged again.

I tried a more… Mimey approach. I don’t know why it occurred to me but… Pointed at my eye, then eyes and pointing out, then at it, then rubbing my eyes to simulate crying followed by a question mark. “I see you unhappy?” Best I could do at short notice.

It sighed and nodded. Pointed at its eye, thumbs down and pointed at its mouth.

“I no… shit.”

The one above looked down at me. “What’s wrong?”

“One second…” I looked at the middle one again. Opening a can with a can opener, pointed at it, then mimed opening a book followed by a writing gesture.”

Its shoulders shook in sobs. It shook its head.

“Oh fuck! Who the hell recruited him!”

“Why?”

“The poor bastard! Oh the poor fucker! He can’t read! He’s screwed here not being able to read!”

The one below recoiled in shock. “Fucking hell! That still happens? How can he not read?” It seemed to look at the cage below me. “What do you mean it’s common! This is America!” “Shit! Really?” “Fuck!”

I sighed. “We’ve got to help him.”

“How the hell do we help him? We can’t even talk to him!”

“No. But I know a slave who can. He interviewed me yesterday. He can talk to him and there’s another one with one of those armbands who can too.”

“So what? Teach him to read?”

“If he ever wants to talk again he’ll need it won’t he?”

I mimed at it again. You. Me. Fingers entwined. Then mimed waking up. Talk. Then wrote an M.

It nodded and sank back onto its pillow.

I sank back on mine too. It wasn’t going to be a pleasant night’s sleep.
* * * * *
I was right. It hadn’t been a good sleep at all. The nightmare of being in this situation unable to understand anything most of the people said… Unable to say anything to anyone. God, it must be almost as bad as being stranded in a foreign country. Worse in fact.

We lined up in the gym again and I’d made sure I stuck to its side as we went there.

“Right.” M typed. “For those of you unaware of how much time’s past, today is a Sunday. That means fun for everyone but we do have a job to do first. Those who wish to help”

I stuck my hand up.

“Yes? I was in the middle of something, blank!”

“Sorry, sir. It’s important. Before you continue with anything else, can you sign the following to everyone…”

“Sign what?”

“Hands up if you can read.”

He took a step back in shock. “Oh bugger! Everyone watch my hands very carefully.”

He repeated the gestures.

Everyone but it put their hand up.

He walked over. “You can’t read?”

It shook its head before it sank in shame.

“No. Do not be ashamed. Never be ashamed. It is something we need to deal with. Is there a teacher in the house? Doesn’t matter if you qualified, just anyone with any experience?”

A tentative hand slowly raised at the far end of the line.

He walked over. “What experience?”

I craned my neck forward and managed to catch what it said. “I have a niece, sir. When she was three, I started before she went to kindergarden.”

“Do you think you can help?”

“I don’t know how, sir. If he can’t read he can’t understand anything I say!”

“If you had a voice, could you help?”

“I… think so, sir.”

“Good. Don’t get your hopes up, but when we’ve finished here, I’ll contact master Q and ask him for a temporary issue of one of these to you. It will not mean you’ve been elevated. It just means you can talk to it.”

“Understood, sir.”

He pointed at me. “You. Keep it occupied while the rest of us do the stocktaking. Stay here, have a workout.”

“Yes, sir.” I beckoned to it and we walked to the nearest weights set.

I spotted for it, it spotted for me. we were just moving on to the third machine when I heard Q’s voice in my ear.

“All slaves to the rec room. Left hand corner TV nearest the door.”

And so again, the crowd gathered, blank and me at the front.

The usual introduction, then… “Blank. Step forward.”

I stepped forward, looking around to see only my companion had too.

“I commend you, blank. I realise illiteracy is a problem but I wasn’t expecting to encounter any of it there. I suppose I should be less surprised. The USA’s only two places above Latvia! How did you know?”

“I asked it what was wrong, sir. It just shrugged. When I said oh come on, say something, it shrugged again so I tried a more… dramatic approach.” I repeated what I’d done.

“I see. Blank, why did you lie on your background check? It clearly states you finished school.”

I pointed at myself.

“No, that one.”

I looked at it as it clearly struggled. It shook its head then paused… Pointed at its eye, thumbs down, wiggly fingers in front of its mouth. It froze again… Then mimed something flat on its head and holding something long in both hands across its chest.

Q was clearly perplexed. “Blank. Did you get any of that?”

“I think he said he didn’t lie, sir. He just didn’t graduate, sir.”

“Good lord. How did you get that? Is what blank said an accurate translation, blank?”

It shrugged.

“I think you need to tell him what I said, sir.”

“Oh, of course.” Q repeated it.

Blank nodded.

“At what age did you leave school?”

He held up his hands and counted another six.

“You survived the school system until sixteen years old unable to read? How?”

It mimed a headache. Then swinging a baseball bat. Then blowing a whistle. Then it hid its face.

“I… think I got that. Pretending to be ill, your baseball coach helped you to hide it too?”

It nodded.

“Fucking hell! What is it with Americans and their obsession with sports! I thought the UK was bad but it’s nothing compared to over there! Putting sport before education? It’s fucking obscene! And this coach didn’t even try to help you, to put you onto a program that could get you reading?”

Its head sank and it shook it.

“Why did you take the suit if you knew you’d be unable to communicate?”

Pointing at his eye. Thumbs down. Pointing at its head.

“Didn’t know what?”

It froze again. It shuffled around awkwardly.

“Sorry sir, I don’t know if he has it in him to be able to mime something so complicated.”

He started typing something off screen as he spoke. “Good point, blank. I’m assigning you as its interpreter, you seem to be exceedingly good at it. That does not totally excuse you from other work however. It will be put on display and when it is, you will perform other duties.”

Then in an artificial voice… “Well done eleven. Even as a blank you continue to excel. I enjoyed the fiction you told M immensely. I can’t believe you volunteered to take the fob even though I told you it wasn’t necessary.”

“Thank you, sir. Glad to help. It must be a nightmare to be in his situation. He needs it.”

“Very good. Now rejoin the rest.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Blank, step forward.”

Another blank. It looked up at its new owner. “Sir?”

“You claim you may be able to help it to learn?”

“I did it with my three year old niece, sir. Trying to keep her attention for more than a minute at a time was the real challenge.”

“And her ability after your tuition?”

“A year ahead of the others in her class, sir, when they finally started learning to read themselves, sir.”

“And as blank will not be so easily distracted… I will grant you an armband. It will however have a modification to its program. It will only be audible to the blank who can’t read and your superiors. Not to any other blank. Understood?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“If you do well in this assignment, it will impress me and slaves who impress me are rewarded. You may even find yourself named.”

“Oh! Oh god, thank you, sir!”

“M, show it how to use the armband. Now for the main purpose of this little get together. By now, many of you have seen the race trailer and the first episode. Those who haven’t, watch them tomorrow. That’s an order. I want to get you excited because in three weeks’ time, you will all be taking part in the next one.”

I pretended to look more excited than I was. I looked around. A lot of them were in what I could only assume was the state of excitement I was simulating. I won’t deny I was of course but the surprise element was long gone.

“Just to give you a taste of what’s to come…”

The screen went black and then… Every chase down, successful or not began to play.

I watched it with just as much excitement as the rest. I’d only seen a little of Slasher’s performance after all. God I wanted to be Tyson again.
* * * * *
For the next two days, even though the cages continued to be in a constant shuffle allowing me to get to know more of the blanks, we were put together again each morning. By the end, the teacher was just as good at interpreting his charades as I was and I was no longer required so the next day, M walked down the line tapping six of us.

As he tapped each on our shoulder, he dropped a mesh suit and outfit for us to wear and ordered us to the first floor.

My outfit this time, leather CHiPS uniform. I smirked at the nametag on the front. Ponch. The uniform was complete, even the crash helmet and sunglasses, though they needed an elastic band to hold them in place.

I stood, frozen for what M must’ve thought was my first time. Joel was equally clueless.

Customers came and went, a few excited by the race trailer. One even tried on the dog suit and bought the lot, even taking the application form for the race.

M appeared briefly and that familiar sensation began to build. Oh god, my hour of pleasure for the week as a blank! It was the same program as the first time and this time it was more intense, more oh my god, this is fucking amazing. I know it only lasted an hour but I know what eternity must feel like now.

And then… Oh he looked uncomfortable this time. Bethan and her slave. And he was wearing exactly what he had before, rubber vest and shorts, this time he was shivering. He wasn’t even wearing the rubber biker jacket she’d bought him.

She dragged him to the counter and removed his collar. “Strip, slave.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Boots and socks off. Rubber vest and shorts too.

She’d made a good choice, at least. He was well endowed. “You’ve had your ass trained, boy, it’s time for the suit.”

“Oh god, thank you mistress.”

Joel grinned. “Do you wish to put him into it in private, madam?”

“No, no. Here will do. If he gets embarrassed that’s his problem.”

“Very well.” Joel rushed into the back and emerged with a large box. He ripped it open and pulled out one of the front zip suits.

“As you can see, the first race was the perfect test. Back zip, a little on the uncomfortable side due to the position the dog’s in, the race tested the front zip model suggested by Tyson. How long do you intend him to remain in it?”

“What’s the maximum recommended?”

“I’d say at least out every Sunday and allowed normal exercise, madam.”

“How do you feel, slave? A dog. My pet?”

“Forever, mistress?” He didn’t seem to find the idea the least bit appealing form his expression.

“I want you to win that race. You’ve already been entered into it.”

Joel grinned. “In that case madam… Are you aware of the rules?”

“Yes? Fully equipped dogs only.”

“There’s another rule, madam. The slaves are sealed into temporary versions of the suit. If you like he could go into it now. No need for that to come off for months. It allows them to join the slaves for their dog training.”

“Really? And how much is this temporary suit.”

“That’s included in the entry fee, madam. You’ve already paid for it.”

“Oh god, really? Right then! Into that suit now. Not out of it until after the race. If you do badly, I may not let you out until you win one.”

“I’ll need to take him into the back to fully kit him out, madam.” Joel lowered his voice. “Oh, little rule he might as well get used to. Objects in suits like that have no gender unless they’re in the dog… We refer to them as it. Slaves also all share the name blank until they earn another. Of course you can choose to name yours anything you like, both suit and dog.”

“And when does the next dog training session begin?”

“Next Monday, madam. We’ll discuss it fully once he’s in the suit.”

“Follow him. Anything he does to you, no resistance or you know what happens!”

“Yes, mistress.” The slave scurried after Joel as he went into the back.

Ten minutes later, Joel was back.

“I’ve just left him to admire himself in the mirror. He’s also curing. Once that’s done the only way out of that suit is to cut it off in a very specific way. We’ll perform that service when you request it, no charge.”

“So what else?”

“You’ll be expected to put him into the dog suit, freeze, deafen and blind him before meeting us at a pre-arranged pick up point. Our training facilities are quite extensive and very secret. He won’t know where he is when we release him.”

“Deafen? Blind?”

Joel dug into the box and pulled out an armband, headset and fob. “This fob controls him totally madam. He can’t even piss without permission. The cock tube seals unless released with this. He has earplugs in that cancel all sound. Only things he can hear… One of these”, he pointed at the headset. “Or one of these” he held up the armband. “The goggles can be blackened and if he resists in any command he can be forced to comply with the sealing of his nose tubes. That’s how he breaths now.”

“Oh god, that’s fuckin’ hot. Every single thing?”

“Of course madam. Also, when he’s in the dog, he can be frozen solid. Allow me to demonstrate.” He walked over to my case. Opened it.

“Feel it.”

“What? That thing? Why?”

“Trust me madam.”

She did. Of course, I didn’t feel her touch at all.

“It feels like solid rubber. So?”

With a grin, he turned off the case and I stepped out. She stepped back in shock.

“Fuckin’ hell! So, Adam… oh god, he’s even luckier than I thought. And now I can freeze mine like that?”

“You’d need an expensive array of special ultraviolet lamps to freeze him in his inner suit. The dog suit’s got it built in, madam. It’s part of the race, after all. One of the hunters pulls his tail, he’ll freeze instantly for thirty minutes. Also a defence mechanism. You saw the bear footage in the trailer.”

“I saw, but I didn’t realise what I was seeing! So…”

“When frozen like that, there’s very little that’ll hurt the slave. Even bullet proof. Blank, back in the case.”

I stepped back, careful to place my toe on the pad and he turned it on again, closing the door.

“Now… as you voiced a desire to keep him in the suit indefinitely… We can perform one final service. It is necessary for wearing the suit for longer than a month at a time.”

“And that is?”

“Total hair and nail removal, madam. It also sterilises the skin. We’ll provide you with the compound with precise instructions to keep him healthy in the suit. Once a week, a weaker solution’s used to keep the hair and nails from growing and a daily soapy water washing cycle. The first one is quite painful though and takes about two hours.”

“Do it anyway.”

“Very well. You can watch if you like.”

She nodded. I’d never seen that expression on her before. One of eagerness and a little cruelty. It set my cock fighting the suit and a shiver down my spine. Just as I’d fully embraced my submissive side she’d turned full Domme.

“And just like Adam, he’ll never talk again?”

“Not until you allow him out, madam. No. He may pick up the sign language the other slaves use of course and if you want to him to talk, any old common and garden laptop will do for that. One piece of advice.”

“Yes?”

“When in the dog, put your headset to one side. Only communicate with him using the dog commands. He can’t exactly answer back in that suit anyway. Only emotional cues based on the state of the tail.”

“Yes, I saw those specifications… I wouldn’t’ve believed it if I’d not met Tyson. Where is he now anyway?”

“Currently still a humanoid, madam. It is of course still in the suit, that’s permanent. It’s conducting some training of its own in a different matter. It’ll be a dog again before it knows it.”

I imagined my tail wagging at that. Somewhere in storage, slapping the sides of its box.

Half an hour later, he led her into the back and there was a click in my ears. Obviously all the blanks up here had heard that this time. I knew it wasn’t for my benefit because he didn’t know I was here.

She came out after watching the initial cleaning cycle begin. There was a click again as the mic turned back on.

“I’ll be back to complete it in a couple of hours then?”

“Sounds about right madam. Go easy on him, the next couple of days will be rather uncomfortable.”

“But I’ve trained his ass. You didn’t even need to use that spray you said you’d used on some and he didn’t complain.”

“No, madam. The tubes down his throat are a different matter. It takes time to adjust. For the next couple of days, I imagine he’ll feel like vomiting unless he has experience deep throating other men.”

“Good point. OK. I’ll go easy on him. Still put him in the dog though?”

“Of course, madam. We’ll also take his levels. They can be programmed into his fob. Some of those programs in there… Mind blowing from what I understand. Pleasure like no other.”

“Yes. I’d heard about that too. Also pain like no other if he misbehaves?”

“Yes. Some of those pain programs… I’ve not experienced any myself but I know Tyson has. Definitely something to be avoided. For the recipient at least.”

“Oh god, I’m going to have some fun with him. And the armband can reward and punish too?”

“Yes, madam. It’s all in the instructions.”

“Good. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
* * * * *
The new blank emerged from the back and gripped her in an enormous hug them moment it saw her.

Joel pointed at the laptop.

It rushed over to it. “Oh thank you mistress. I thought… Oh god this suit is amazing! I love it.”

She nodded, satisfied. “And the pain of the cleaning?”

“Worth it, mistress. It feels even more amazing now I’ve got no hair in the way.”

“Good. Now it’s time to seal you into the dog.”

A lot of manhandling again. Joel connected the nose tubes to its nostrils, pulled down the hood, then… Zip, tail core locked around it, sealant around the goggles and his old collar put back on.

She led him to a mirror.

“Look at your tail, boy.”

It lay behind him static. “Now… I name you Moonbeam. I think it’s sweet.”

The tail shot up.

She giggled. “That’s your name as long as you’re a dog, boy. So get used to it.”

She returned to the counter and Joel emptied the rest of the contents of the box and placed some tubs along side them.

“This one. Food. Dilute with water to the exact measurements. One feed a day is enough. Water, depending on exercise, maybe two times. One is sometimes enough depending on how much you give him. This one, the cleaning solution, weekly. After the cleaning solution, this is also an important part of the weekly washing cycle. It’s a balm that neutralises the cleaning solution and eases the skin. Please remember to use it, it could cause him damage without. No need to provide you with soap, everyone has that. Tubes… The white one, head tube. Shower attachment on the other end and half way down, a liquid soap mixer. The brown one obviously for the ass, that tube comes in two parts. The one with the shower attachment, connect to the shower obviously, the other, put down a drain or toilet.” He then went through the functions of the fob and the armband.

“Thank you Joel.”

“If you run into any problems, call me. Obviously, during opening hours. You won’t be able to remove the suit, so try not to get him injured. If he does suffer from a medical emergency, there’s another number for one of our doctors. He knows how to remove it. It can be resealed. It’s multiple use, but you’d need to return here for that.”

She nodded. Took the headset off, put it in her bag and tapped onto her armband. The voice that emerged… Dead wrong, deep and male. She fiddled with something and the voice changed a few times until she was satisfied. Not quite as sexy as M’s alternative but good enough.

“Moonbeam. Come.”

The dog, stumbling, unsure on its paws, followed her out of the store.