2018-07-05 - spike - The New Shop 67

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 67
Date: 05 July 2018

Chapter 67
The sarge walked around unlocking and turning off the cases. The moment he got to me I stepped out.

He didn’t release M.

“Is he…”

“He is, eleven. Still in the throes of ecstasy. Stand by the door switch. I’ll take the dog to the truck and drive him around the block a few times.”

“Yes, sir. Are you permitted to leave when in this position? Your cage won’t go off will it?”

He grinned, dropped his headset on the counter, pointed his fob at Bullet and the dog froze in place. I rushed over to open the inner door for him as he heaved the dog up and stumbled out of the store.

I stripped, replaced everything on the displays and fifteen minutes later, the buzzer went off so I flipped the switch and he returned.

“Right. Everyone down to B1. We’ll release him there. Blank. Now you’re out of that bondage suit, how would you like to be his handler tomorrow?”

Blank stood a little taller. It looked at its friend and immediately began twiddling. “I thought I was going into the dog, sir.”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday, you’re out every Sunday, so, you begin your punishment on Monday.”

“It… Thank you, sir. It’ll be an honour, sir. I can teach him the sign language too, sir.”

“Good. Now grab his rear end, help me carry him to the elevator.”

The moment we got to the rec room, sarge released him and unblacked his eyes. “Eleven. Blank. Show him around. He tossed his dog trainer armband to blank. “And don’t give him too many bad dogs. It’ll only put him off.”

I chuckled. “I take it he didn’t hear that, sir?”

“Oh, he heard it. He knows there’re good dogs… Now he knows there’s a bad dog too.”

I knelt and stroked him, beckoned the other hunters over. “Bullet… I’m Eleven and I’d like you to meet Thirteen, Fifteen and Sixteen. Those two are brothers and also two of the other hunters. You might know us as Tyson, Bandit, Duke and Slasher from the last race videos. If you do join the race… We’re the ones to avoid.”

He nudged my armband.

“Ah. That.” I turned my back pointing at my name. “Named slaves have influence here. All other slaves until they earn a name are called blank and the next up from merely being named is a gold name. We’re one step up from human animals, slaves my master gives names like Snowy, Flash or Rex, one step down from human slaves like Alpha and the sarge. In a suit like this we’ll never advance higher but we do command a group of slaves each. Gold also gives us a voice.”

He looked at blank.

“Yes, Muttley in human form is called blank. He has the chance to earn a name just as any slave does and one way to do that is to win a race.”

He tapped his front paw twice.

I nodded. “Two more races for him before he’s shipped to master Q’s private island. That’s where he’ll spend the rest of his life. Where we all will eventually. Now have a look around. This is our rec room. Once you’re done here, we’ll show you the good stuff.”

He padded to the end of the room, poking his nose above a few of the tables. His tail shot up again when he poked his head into the library. He padded back to us.

Down to the gym, he froze. When he finally pulled himself together, his tail wagged as he examined everything in there. A couple of the blanks were spotting for each other on the weights when we went in and the blob struggled on one of the treadmills.

I watched it as he explored. It seemed to be capable of running a lot further than at the start. For one thing, it was actually jogging now rather than struggling to walk. A good sign.

In the dungeon, his tail went into overdrive. Another couple of slaves in there, enjoying themselves. Fourteen and I could only assume Prince or Luke’s acquisition we’d made permanent last night meaning the two in the gym were the teacher and his dyslexic student.

“And finally…” I led him into the elevator one last time. Muttley followed and we went down to the cells. “We’ll allow you to sleep in Slasher’s doggy bed tonight and tomorrow and that bed will be placed at the foot of Muttley’s cage. This” I opened one of the cells and pointed. “is where all blanks sleep. Very comfortable and no fear of being woken by a snorer.”

I chuckled as I noticed a movement in his undercarriage, his cock standing to full attention.

Muttley and I knelt before him again and this time Muttley spoke. I translated.

“Do you understand now, Bullet?”

He nodded.

“Tempted?”

Again the tail shot up, then sank between his legs, then wagged. He looked back at it and it sank between his legs again.

“You can’t hide your emotions as a dog, boy. Your tail gives everything away.”

His shoulders shook, he nodded and his tail went into overdrive again.

I stood and patted Muttley on the shoulder. “I’ll be back in five minutes. I’ll get his bed.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank the sarge. He’s the one who persuaded him… Well, him and you.”

* * *
I’d dropped the doggy bed in the cell, returned to the gym for my nightly workout and now, time to release M. He’d had his eight hours and I imagined after that long, he’d need a little help.

God, was I right? The moment the case was turned off, he collapsed. I opened it, hooked myself under his arm and dragged him to the back room to sit before the laptop, then I rushed back to the counter to collect his armband just as the Skype alert sounded.

When I returned, the sarge, Alpha, his therapist and twelve were present. Alpha clicked on the icon and Q’s voice emerged.

“Status report?”

The sarge snapped to attention. “Takings increased considerably when the three dogs began to play, sir.”

“Three?”

“Yes, sir. Omega is now known as Bomber, sir. I named him the moment his tail was in place.”

Q chuckled. “So he’s finally got his wish to try the suit, has he? Good. And the other two?”

“A customer, we didn’t fit the plug for him, but he has asked if he can come for a longer time, suggesting a week over the thanksgiving period. He bought the trainer plug set, so he might be slightly prepared by Wednesday night, sir.”

“And do you think he may be a potential?”

“He knows there are only two ways to take part in the race, sir. A week as a dog might be enough to convince him because he knows he’ll never be able to afford all the kit and race entry.”

“If it isn’t, allow him to take the suit whenever he wishes. I may even speak to him after a few more sessions in it. Allow him time in the inner suit as a biped too, to experience normal slave life. If he impresses me, I may order you to give him a permanent one after he’s become accustomed to joining us. In fact, when he does join you next week, ensure all the documentation he carries is emailed to me. I’ll perform the background check and if he passes and states no matter how flippantly that he can’t get enough of it or never wants out, you know what to do.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And the other?”

“Muttley’s handler came in, sir. To talk him out of it.”

“Yes, you told me that earlier.”

“He talked his friend into the dog suit too. He’s with us until close on Monday, sir.”

“Excellent. And he might consider it too?”

“Muttley gave him his PIN sir. Told him to drain his account and use the money to enter himself into the race. After his experience this weekend I believe he might. He certainly appears to be growing accustomed to the idea, judging by the reaction of his tail, sir. Oh yes, one of the recruits forwarded by Luke appeared asking to begin today. I hope you don’t object, sir, but I told him to wait until after thanksgiving.”

“Yes. It is better that the slaves all begin at around the same time. If the other four come in during the week requesting the same, repeat that advice.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alpha. How are you?”

Alpha shrugged. “Every night, I have nightmares, sir. I think I’ve gained a little of Thirteen’s problem too, sir. I” he took a deep breath. “I’ve been spooked and had to run out of the warehouse’s more confined sections a few times.”

“Doctor?”

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction, sir. He was in an extremely confined space, utterly helpless and subjected to a horrific series of punishments, sir. It’ll take a while before we begin to make progress, sir. Today was just a chance to get to know each other. Gain each other’s trust, sir.”

“Do you feel the same about the cages, Alpha?”

“No, sir. I’ve slept in those or something similar for a long time and the bars are open to the outside.”

“Very well. Relieved until doctor Benedict determines you’re fit for duty. I would however ask a favour, Alpha.”

“A favour, sir?”

“I know you haven’t begun them yet, but, please. I know it’s one of your duties, but… Try to fit it into your schedule. I’ll understand if you decline but… Begin the boxing lessons with the next batch. They’ll be there in a week.”

“Boxing? It’d be an honour, sir, I love to box. If Eleven’s ever unavailable, I think I’ve picked up enough to take basic wrestling class too, sir.”

“Unavailable?”

“Well, he is likely to spend some time blanked, sir.”

“Good thought. And thank you.”

“If you like, I could begin tomorrow, sir. For the slaves already here.”

“Excellent! Now, anything else?”

I stepped forward. “Sir.”

“Yes, Eleven?”

“I think with a little more work, the program may be ready for a field test when the next batch arrive, sir.”

“So soon?”

“I believe so, sir, yes. As there are no new slaves, request permission to access room one during the coming week, sir. Rather than take display duty, sir.”

“Granted.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “Sir, I know you ordered no back doors or exploits…”

His voice switched to one of annoyance. “Yes, I did order that.”

“I have added one, sir. It’s heavily highlighted in the source code so it’s easy to find but I think it’s prudent during the initial field tests.”

“Describe it! Now!”

“It’s just a sequence, sir. An emergency shutdown procedure only I will know, sir. You of course and anyone at your consoles will have the power to shut it down too, but if something goes wrong, I’ll be able to tap the code into the nearest panel and the old elevator protocol will resume control, sir. The program will terminate but it will identify me as Eleven before it does so, so I can see what went wrong in room one, sir..”

He sighed. “After what happened last time… Granted, eleven, but from now on I want you to consult with me before implementing such things.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. When the field tests commence, sir, request permission to spend time as a blank again, sir. I’ll experience it first hand, then. I’ll exclude all golds from the program. They can still choose where they need to be to deal with whatever the program deems the blanks need to do, sir. Again, the database will be accessible by you and by the golds, sir. Is it possible for the armbands to be modified to add a database front end too, sir?”

“Why would the armbands require such functionality?”

“Several of the blanks are due a few more days of free time, sir. Rather than go up to room one to add them, it’d be a lot more convenient to add them then and there to the armband. Also, when they stand on display, they need to be exempted from the rotas set up in the database. Sometimes we pick blanks at random to take their places in the store, sir.”

“I’ll speak to number two. It doesn’t seem to be too complicated an addition. It may even be ready for your field tests. As for being blanked. Granted, but it may not be at the very start of them.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“And finally, M.”

M sat there, staring at the screen.

“M!”

He jumped as if he’d received a shock. “Sorry, sir… I… Oh my god… I”

Q chuckled. “Yes, Four could only muster up the wherewithal to repeat oh my god the first time it happened to him. Report.”

“How did I get here, sir?”

I butted in. “You collapsed when the case was turned off. I carried you in.”

He nodded. “I thought I was in heaven, sir. God, when it turned off it was like every muscle in my body vanished. I think I blacked out a little too but at that point, I didn’t want it to end, sir.”

“Then next time, it will be for an entire day. You will add an ECG harness however, which you will wear under your leathers. If your heart rate becomes uneven or skyrockets, we’ll stop it.”

M immediately slid off the chair and performed the thank you.

“Q out.”
* * *
Flush and feed, stock taking, the first boxing lesson… God, he really knows how to push us, I’ll say that. It was just learning how to punch a bag this time but… I’m looking forward to learning more now.

Once that was done, I went up to room one and resumed my work on the program. Most of it was already in place but I added a few fixes including the queuing problem highlighted during the last chat session. I also added cage and cell unlock protocols to the program combined with a time delay of a minute between each cell and a routine to identify which cells had occupants based on which pads had been activated. Now, when the program took control, the cells would open sequentially rather than all at once. That too should ease the queue problem.

Then, an idea. Dogs and human slaves. Another addition to the program. The weight in the lift was now implemented but without a means to touch the panel, dogs and humans would offset that weight. An additional field in the database. Treat them as cargo, just enter them on an armband.

During dog training it wasn’t an issue, there was a step in the elevator for that so we could touch the panel and buttons with our noses.

I looked at the clock in the corner of the screen and chuckled. I’d been up here for twelve hours! God, it only felt like three.

I submitted the changes for testing, turned off the monitor and headed down to the gym.