2018-01-15 - spike - The New Shop 60

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 60
Date: 15 January 2018

Chapter 60
“M, while we’ve got these tables set up, should we call a few more up?”

“Who did you have in mind?”

“The ones who’ll be leaving us in a couple of days. The outsiders and Dixon.”

“Bloody good idea. Quite curious to see what they have to say for themselves now too… Added to that I only really spoke to two of them.” M fiddled and “Diablo. Come to B1.”

A few minutes later a blank emerged from the elevator and froze.

“Sit down.”

It nodded and jogged over and sat on the chair facing us.

“You… wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes. We’ve decided to have a word with all of you before you’re returned to your Masters. See how you felt about the race, how you feel about everything here.”

It nodded. “I love it, sir. I…” It hesitated for a moment. “I’d like to talk to Master Q, please.”

“Really? What about?”

“Please, sir. I’d like it to be between me and him, I think you’ll understand when I say my piece.”

“Well, the final statistics are still being compiled. Before you’re returned, he will be calling on everyone to announce them and any further prizes and rewards. I’ll be sure to tell him before he begins that you want to say something.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god, I… Thanks.”

“Is there anything you want to say to us?”

“I’ll tell you after I’ve spoken to him if that’s alright, sir. I think I… Sorry. I’m a little nervous…”

It looked it as well… Fidgety, even a little jumpy. Wonder what all that’s about. We’d be sure to find out.

M nodded. “OK. Go and have your fun, your reward will be coming soon. You’re going to love it.”

“If it’s anything like a good boy, oh god, three hours of that! Thank you, sir.”

It trotted off back to the elevator.

“Fang, come up to B1.”

It arrived and sat.

“So, opinions?”

Fang’s shoulders shook. “I’m torn, sir. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“In what way?”

“I don’t want to leave but I know I have to. I love it here but at the same time I love my Master and know he loves me. God, I hope he enters me into the next one.”

“With your performance in the race I think that might be a distinct possibility. You’ve certainly earned him a profit, as I understand it.”

“Yes, sir. I love this suit. I was scared when you told me of Moonbeam and his mistress warning him of his not being allowed out. Now I never want out. God, I hope he keeps me like this forever.”

My turn. “All you can do is beg him to allow that. Of course, you yourself said, he does like fucking you and having you suck him off… I imagine he likes other things denied him with your additions too. True?”

“Yes, sir. Can’t clean his boots like this. He loves that. So do I in fact but I love the suit more.”

“More than him or more than cleaning his boots?”

It laughed again. “The latter, sir.”

“Well, the suit is reusable. Once removed it can be reapplied, so even if he does let you out for a while he can always bring you back to the store and have it resealed.”

“Oh god! Thank you, sir. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Anything more you want to add?”

“I know it’s something I’d never dream of. Even ever hope for. In fact, it’s something I’d dread, but shit happens, sir. If I ever do break up with him or he does with me… I’d like to take the permanent suit, sir.”

“We’ll be sure to note that on your record. After your performance in the race I imagine Q would be more than happy to take you… He would of course make sure your owner had abandoned you first though.”

“Yes, sir. Totally understand, sir.”

“Dismissed. Who next?”

M fiddled. “Nipper, come to B1.”

“Reverse order eh?”

“Makes sense. For those three at least, we don’t know the rankings of everyone else yet.”

“True.”

Again, a blank entered and sat and again, the same question.

“God, I’ve never been so conflicted, sir.”

“Another one wanting it to be permanent, eh?”

“What? Oh god no. I want out. I can’t wait.”

“Conflicted about what then?”

“I loved it out there, sir. The race. But the lack of… well… anything. Not being able to talk for most of those weeks of training, it was hell for me, sir. Even now, I… Well, I can communicate but this isn’t talking in my book. I can’t wait for my throat to be free.”

“You realise, it’s your Master who decides if or when you’re released from the suit, don’t you?”

“He has to. I work as well as serve! I couldn’t go to my job dressed like this!”

“Well, you do still have two more days in it, then back into the dog, frozen and blind as you were when you arrived and delivered to the pick-up point.”

“Yes, sir. The suit itself, I won’t deny I’ve never felt anything better but it’s the lack of speech that I hate, sir.”

“You get used to it believe me. I’ve not used my voice for well over five years and even though it was a shock at first, I’ve never been happier now.”

It nodded. “I would like to say this, sir. Thank you. For the most awesome experience I’ve ever had. Being a dog out in the wild. Truly amazing. I just hope he doesn’t enter me into this every month.”

“Well, if he did that, it’d probably mean ordering you to quit your job. I imagine you used all your holidays just for this event.”

“Holidays? But thanksgiving’s next week.”

I chuckled. “He’s English. He just means vacation days.”

“Ah. That. Yes, then. Only have a couple more remaining before April, sir.”

“And if he chose to enter you into another one then?”

“At least I’d’ve had a few months free of it, sir.”

“Very well, dismissed. So, who next?”

“The one you’ve been waiting for?”

“Moonbeam? Excellent. I still don’t know which dog he was.”

“He was the poodle. I was the one who released it. One of the first on the final straight, but due to the take down, not that well placed overall.”

“Allow me.” I typed onto my armband. “Moonbeam, come up to B1.”

This one arrived with a spring in its step.

“Well, you performed… so-so in the race. She might see you as having performed well judging by the fact you were among the first on the final straight.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god that was good. I hope she allows me to do it again, sir.”

“And if she isn’t pleased with your performance?”

“Very difficult to pin down how I feel about that, sir. For one, it means I’ll be in this suit a lot longer and at this point… I never want out. But it does mean I’ve let her down. I hope she doesn’t see it that way. But then, if she is disappointed it means I will get to race. I’ve been flip-flopping since the finish line, sir.”

I chuckled. “Yes, yes, I can understand that, believe me. A good slave should of course squash the feelings that conflict with her desires, you realise that.”

It nodded. “I know, sir. Even though I knew a poor performance would mean staying in the suit until I won, I did put my all into winning. I was this close… This close to getting to that line.”

“It might’ve been a different matter if all the wolves had been on the field. Oh god I was sorely tempted to pick on you, to make you come in poorly just so you would remain in the suit. Trouble was, the one I suspected to be you turned out not to be.”

“What? Why pick on me?”

“Because of her threat. I considered it doing you a favour. Alas, it didn’t turn out that way.”

“Which one did you think I was, sir?”

“The silver/grey one. Seemed to match your name, Moonbeam quite well.”

“I think that’s why they did it as they did. I was surprised to find myself a poodle but god that coat was warm. I didn’t feel the cold one bit, sir.”

“Me neither, until I lost half of it. You have no idea just how amazing that coat was until you’ve experienced being outside without it.”

It nodded. “I’ll tell you one thing, sir. Even if she doesn’t see my performance as a disappointment, I’ll ask her to keep me like this.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes… Well… If she has you performing her domestic duties as well as in the bedroom, that might prove a little problematic. You’d need a very open minded storekeep if she decided to send you out for the groceries in that.”

It nodded. “Oh god, I’d need a few more layers to go out this winter if the race was anything to go by. I’d freeze solid in an instant. Could you ask Master Q if those coats are for sale too? I love being a dog now. I was scared when she asked how I’d like to be her pet but if that coat can be put on just for walkies, I’d be perfectly content to be a dog for the majority of my life.”

“As we said to another outsider, Master Q will be back with the final results before you leave. You could ask him then. She might choose a different coat for you.”

It nodded. “I don’t care what breed I end up being, sir.”

“Very well. Dismissed. And… Buster next?”

M nodded. “Muttley did come in last. Buster. Come to B1.”

This one strode in with… well it looked like an air of confidence, head held high, purposeful carriage, it even looked a little on the cocky side.

“We didn’t get to talk much to you before the race, so, now we are. You were under the care of thirteen, if I remember correctly?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So, opinions?”

“Permission to use some colorful language, sir?”

I chuckled. “Go on.”

“Oh you fucking lucky cunts! You’ve got it made down here, sir!”

“Got it out of your system now?”

“Yes, sir. But god, this place! I’d willingly take the suit permanently if it wasn’t for my Master. He needs me.”

“Many slaves feel that way. Truth be told, they need their Master more.”

“Yes, sir. We need each other, in this case, sir. He has a carer right now, sir, while I’m here but by god he’s going to enjoy the race when it comes through.”

“Carer?”

“Yes, sir. He’s an amputee. From the war, sir. We were partners before it of course and when he came back in that condition I gave up everything, gave myself to him completely to help him. Hell, after seeing those dog races I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he didn’t ask to take part himself. With practice, he could probably outrun the lot of you.”

“Why?”

“He’d need a different type of suit, admittedly, sir, but we have a lot more dead weight to move around, forearms, forelegs. He doesn’t. Lost the lot at the elbows and knees in an explosion five years ago.”

“We’ll certainly allow you to put it to our Master when he contacts us next. Your Master does realise that with all the tubing in place and the lack of fingers, he’ll be severely limited in communication?”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought of that, sir. I will warn him about that if he does decide to join one.”

M nodded. “It’s certainly an interesting idea. I… wonder…”

“What, sir?”

“The suit can read the jaw and basic emotions. Can it do more with a little extra programming? I’ll put it to Master Q myself, that idea. Maybe the sensor net can allow for some communication itself.”

“You think that’s possible, sir?”

“No idea, can’t hurt to ask.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god, with that tech I’m sure he’d leap at the chance if it were possible.”

M nodded. “Anything more, blank?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I looked at M and chuckled. “God, an amputee? He’s right. If he has been keeping himself in shape somehow, he would run rings around us once he got the hang of it. Hell, I bet he’d be a perfect candidate for a permanent dog suit too, no worries about health problems from limbs folded back on themselves for long periods in his case.”

“Yes, but as we said, very limited communication. He would be mute for life after all and without fingers… God that’d be almost as bad as our illiterate friend downstairs. If the sensors couldn’t enhance communication he’d never be able to express himself again. Just like slug can’t. Four saw to that long before he put it in that slug suit.”

“How?”

“Graphene fist mitts. They bonded to his arms just as our hoods and vests bonded to our suits, never to be free again. Never to be able to use his fingers to talk or even type. After what four suffered, I utterly agreed. Five on the other hand was ill for a week after that. Especially after he heard what else four did to it.”

“Why, what else d”

“He removed its vocal cords weeks before it was put into a suit permanently, just to shut the fucker up. God did it scream, until screaming was no longer possible.”

I shuddered at the thought. God, that was truly horrific.

“And he’s still torturing it now?”

“Seems so but as I said, you’ve got no idea what four suffered. I doubt he’ll ever be rid of that anger.”

I nodded, shaking off the images that tale brought into my mind and tapped away… “Muttley, come to B1.”

This one walked across the room and instead of sitting as ordered, it immediately collapsed to its knees and took up the submissive pose. Head down, hands behind its back.

“Muttley… Sit.”

Its hands moved forward and before it got into the chair…

“Oh god, sir. I’m his. Take me, take this temporary suit off and seal me away in a permanent one forever sir. I love it. I love this. Please, I love this life and I loved that race. I… I want to take part in the next, sir.”

“Just, sit.”

“Yes, sir.” It got up and collapsed onto the chair. “I’ve never been so serious about anything in my life, sir. I submit, fully. I give myself to Master Q.”

“Blank, you’re not yours to give. Your Mas”

He interrupted. “I don’t have a Master, sir. I have a friend who’s a Dom, sir, he sealed me into the dog and trained me, sir. Obviously not well enough. I entered myself into the race, sir.”

“And as your own Master, what punishment would you suggest for your performance?”

It chuckled. “Same punishment as Prince, sir. A dog, for a month, only out on Sundays, sir.”

“It seems we’ve got a few outsiders who want a word with Master Q this time, doesn’t it eleven?”

I nodded. “You understand what you’re committing yourself to, blank?”

“Yes, sir. Having experienced this suit for three weeks, I know I can live in it forever. I’ve seen what some of the other slaves said down there. About this place being just a small step in the journey. About my final destination being a paradise if I signed up for this. I’m ready sir. My old life stunk anyway, I’d willingly give it up for this. Everything about it. Gone.”

“We’ll let you speak to him. Even if that involves giving yourself to him in person, but I warn you now, if it turns out you do have a Master, that this Dom actually owns you or even has a claim on you, you’ll be punished severely before being returned to him.”

“I understand, sir. I’ll write him a letter you can hand to him at the pickup point. I told him it was possible I might ask to stay if I liked it. I don’t just like it, sir. I love it.”

“The suit will not be replaced until we’ve spoken to him. Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.” It ran off back to the elevator.

“That was a turn up for the books wasn’t it?” M chuckled.

“Bet it’s not the only one either. I have a sneaky suspicion that’s what Diablo wants to talk to Q about too.”

“You could be right.”

And finally, “Dixon, come to B1.”

It sat opposite.

“So, blank. Not that you’ll be blank for much longer. Pretty soon we’ll be calling you Sir. Opinions?”

It nodded. “I understand now, sir. You were right that first day we spoke. Oh god, I never would’ve thought being a slave was a thing to aspire to but now it’s the only thing I could ever want, and after seeing Q’s place… Bloody hell it’s good.”

I perked up considerably. “What is it like there?”

“They described it perfectly, sir. It really is a paradise, sir. It’s a huge island. I’m not sure how large but the corner Q lives on really is a tropical paradise. The rest of it’s pretty dead right now.”

“Dead?”

“I know the full story now, sir. Q bought the island at a knock down price years ago. He started by just building the compound itself after thoroughly decontaminating the area. That’s why the suits are designed this way. For protection. He’s pretty much confined to the compound itself while on the island but the rest of the slaves… That’s their job. Dig up the soil and rocks down to the bedrock, clean, neutralise, return it and then add what was killed from stockpiles of healthy soil from another island nearby. It’ll take years even with all the slaves he intends to take but the life there… Fuck me, it’s good.”

“Dead why, though.”

“He wasn’t exactly forthcoming on all the details, probably because it might give a hint to its location but it seems some nation somewhere had a factory on the island. One producing illegal chemical weapons. There was an accident, the entire populace and everything alive on the island was killed. His goal, restore it to its previous state or as near as dammit. God I want to go back there. I know, I know, no permanent suit for me, but he said if I serve him well I could eventually. And I will. I’ll do anything to get back there.”

“Did he put you to work?”

“Yes, sir. One of the slaves. Number six. He drove me around on a tour of the place. It’s not just shovelling soil. The factory itself needs to be thoroughly dismantled too. That was one of the jobs they put me on. We had air cylinders connected directly to our nose tubes just so nothing could get in but it was satisfying work, knowing the goal.”

“Oh god, it’s got me even more curious now. I wonder how long I’ll be here. I admit, I do love it here but I… Oh god I want to see it.”

M chuckled. “You’re not the only one. We both know we will eventually. How long is anyone’s guess though.”

I nodded. “Did he say anything else?”

“Oh god yeah. He showed me my new home. You were right. Remember the collapse a few years ago, when all those luxury developments went tits up?”

“He bought one of them? In London?”

“Bankruptcy sale. Of course, he repurposed it. Now every flat there is dedicated to his property. The gym and indoor swimming pool were already in place. The basement was originally meant for storage… Huge place. Not quite as big as here but still a dungeon I’m going to love. Every flat has every single thing you need including a wet room. Mine will be finished by the time I get back with the addition of the tubing required to flush me out and even flush out the suit. Get a weekend off, someone can seal me back in temporarily so I’ll even have this! Oh my god I love this. Never would’ve thought of this one month ago and now I can’t think of anything else.”

M walked around his desk, grabbed blanks hand and shook it.

“Welcome to the club. I was hoping you’d come ‘round to our way of thinking… Never expected you to come around this much though at the start. So now it’s not just the pleasure you have to aim for, it’s the island too?”

It nodded, stood and gave M a huge hug. “Thanks, sir. Without you, none of this would’ve been possible.”

“Pleasure’s all mine blank. Now go and have some fun before we remove you from the suit.”

It nodded and ran back to the elevator.