2018-08-23 - spike - The New Shop 75

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 75
Date: 23 August 2018

Chapter 75
The parade of dogs lasted the rest of the day and was even more frustrating than the search for Beta. Not one of them reacted as I’d hoped. For a few, their tails shot up in alarm before sinking between their legs. For the rest, it was straight between the legs.

I sighed. “Damn. I was really hoping. I suppose seeing that might’ve triggered a fear of discovery.”

Q nodded. “M. One day, dog training. At least we know it can’t do any harm as a dog. The moment each is released tomorrow, send it back to the rec room for its interview. You will conduct it but Adam may chip in from time to time. Make sure they use the laptop, we need to see their responses.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Q out.”

He looked at me. “This is one serious shit storm.”

“You’re telling me, sir.”

“We’d better get you back to bed. Expect a slave in a few hours to help you back into the wheelchair.”

“Sir?”

“Well, you do need to eat. Might as well be with me.”

“Yes, sir.” I chuckled. “First a kiss, now a date… Usually happens the other way around, sir.”

Q bellowed with laughter. “I think you’re the best slave I’ve ever owned.”

“Better than ten and four, sir?”

“OK, equal to them but there’s one thing Four never had the opportunity to do. Request a suit. Ten did that in full knowledge of what it meant.”

“What about all those human slaves?”

“They’re useful. Useful to fuck. Useful for serving and servicing guests.”

“Seems they have an air of over-importance to them, sir. Here at least.”

Q sighed. “All right… Who and what did he say?”

“Dominic, sir. He actually pulled the do you know who I am line. No, I didn’t and couldn’t’ve cared less.”

“The problem with having a hierarchy, I suppose. The slave’s ranks only matter to me but it doesn’t take long for them to catch on and start thinking of themselves as better.” He flipped a switch again. “Blank, fetch a temp suit. It’s time he learned a little humility.”

This time, a bronze statue jumped down, clutched its sides in mock laughter and ran to the door.

“Seems it agrees, sir.”

“Yes. A lot of the blanks still bear a grudge against some of the humans. Before Six began posing as one of them, there was a lot of bullying. That has ended but it seems it may still be bubbling under the surface. You got a little of that at the start yourself.” He pressed a few buttons. “Dominic. Come.” He glanced over at me. “Don’t let him know it’s a temporary suit.”

I nodded.

Dominic arrived a few minutes later. He marched up to the dais and snapped to attention. “You called, sir.”

“Dominic… It seems you’ve shown one of my guests some disrespect. Explain.”

“Disrespect, sir? I would never”

“And now you lie to your master too? Do the words do you know who I am ring any bells?”

He glanced at me and shifted from foot to foot. He deflated, almost sank within himself, he looked at his feet and muttered. “Sorry, sir.”

“Well? Explain.”

“I was present during the removal of its suit, sir.”

“His suit. He earned his pronoun back months ago and so far he’s performed feats in service to me that would’ve killed you. Now, explain.”

“But he was… I’m sorry, sir… I”

I looked down at him, beckoned him with my finger and then tapped into my armband. “Dominic. Come here.”

He glanced at Q.

“Do as he says. He is after all a master. He began his life with me as a mistaken capture. He was a master before, now he’s a master again and he’s a better slave than you’ll ever be after five months under my control.”

My head snapped to my left. Five months? Is that all it’d been?

He shuffled up to me and I leaned forward. “Now… What is it you find so… contemptible about the blanks, Dominic?”

“They’re objects!”

“So what? I’ll tell you something now. When I learned it wasn’t my master who nearly killed me but a mistake made in the store, do you know what I did when I found he’d freed me? Released me from my slavery?”

“Thanked him, sir?”

I looked at the ceiling. “I requested a new suit, Dominic. I requested I be tubed up and sealed back in. And this time, I knew what that meant. I knew I’d be like that for the remainder of my life.”

He stepped back and only saved himself from falling down the steps by the skin of his teeth.

“Now, explain to me why a blank is inferior to you. Remember now, I began as a blank. I gained a voice within a month along with the gold name on the back of my head. What makes you superior to a blank?”

“Err...”

“How have you helped in the restoration of these lands, Dominic?”

“I… That isn’t my function, sir!”

“Have you volunteered to help?”

“No, sir. I can’t leave the compound, sir. It’s toxic out there!”

“Master Q. If he’d requested a temporary suit so he could help out, would that have pleased you?”

Q chuckled. “I like where this is going. Yes. It would. For any of them.”

I looked at Dominic again. “And what function do you serve here?”

“I serve my master. I’m available whenever he or one of his guests has… a need for me, sir.”

“You’re a slut slave, in other words. Your only purpose in life is to be fucked by whoever demands it, is that it? While those blanks break their backs restoring this island, you present your ass to anyone who wants it, and you think that makes you better than them?”

“I”

“What is the primary function of any slave, be they blank, named or human?”

He looked at his feet again. “To please my master, sir. To make him happy.”

“And if you were presented with a suit now, knowing what it meant… Would you wear it? Would you allow yourself to be sealed into it?”

“I…” he looked trapped, I could see that. He almost looked ready to bolt for the door. “If my master commanded.”

“At this point in the conversation, I would have expected a good slave to volunteer! Not await his master’s command! God, you’ve been spoiled. You sit here in this luxury while men a thousand times better than you make your life worth living and all you can do is sneer at them. Well, guess what. There’s a suit coming for you.”

He looked to Q again.

Q nodded. “You overstep your bounds, Dominic. You showed disrespect to one of my best slaves and a man who travelled all the way from Atlanta to New York with a shattered leg, broken arm and internal injuries from a bullet. A man who made it back to the store in order to warn me something was seriously wrong there. A man who died twice when we were fighting to save him.”

Tears began to well in his eyes as he realised where this was going.

“A suit is coming for you, Dominic. You will put it on and you will take your place among the blanks. It’s time someone was made an example of. I’ve had enough of this superiority complex you seem to have acquired. The same goes for every slave in the compound. Any single one caught treating one of my blanks with anything but the respect they deserve from now on will join you.”

The tears flowed freely at the pronouncement. He rushed to his master’s feet weeping openly and collapsed to his knees.

“Please, sir. Please. Anything but that! Whip me! Lock me in a cage. Beat me until I… Please, sir. I”

I looked at the pitiful excuse for slave meat, this time it was my turn for my lips to curl into a sneer.

“Dominic!” I pointed at my feet. “Here, now!”

“Do as he says.” Q pointed.

He shuffled over.

“Now look at me.”

He forced himself to look up into my eyes. “Being a blank is not bad. In fact, it’s fucking good! Why do you think I requested a new suit?”

“But you…”

“Yes?”

“You can’t talk! They can’t talk! They can’t even taste anything!”

“Oh, I know the limitations of the suit. So you lose a few sensory pleasures. You gain so much more.”

“More?”

“How about friendship? How about a body to be proud of. Look at me! I was in pretty good shape before the suit but now?” I glanced down at myself again and… “Sir… How is it I’m tanned, I would’ve expected to be white as a sheet sealed away like that.”

Q chuckled. “The suite’s just the correct thickness to attenuate the ultraviolet light you’re regularly exposed to. It doesn’t totally block the UV, just reduces it to exactly the right amount to stimulate the production of melanin and vitamin D without causing a burn or skin damage.”

I nodded and returned my attention to Dominic. “You know they’re fed a perfectly balanced diet. So what if you can’t taste it? They work and they work hard and this is the result. It’s perfectly possible to be happy as a blank and there’s always the possibility of future promotion if you excel.”

“But”

I held my hand up to silence him and started signing.

“Get used to this mode of communication, blank, because very soon it’ll be the only way you can talk. It’s good. It’s effective. Talk to those blanks. Learn from them. Learn that they’re currently better than you in every way and strive to be one of them fully. You’ll learn to love the life.”

The tears continued to stain his cheeks.

“How about this… I bet you one full day of pleasure from the plug”

He sniffled. “A… what, sir?”

“You know what additions a blank has?”

“Yes, sir. Tubes. A plug. Earplugs?”

“You can hear your master’s call from anywhere within the compound.”

“But we already have that. All slaves are fitted with earplugs. Permanent ones.”

“Do you like bondage?”

“Of course! I love it!”

“Well you’ll never experience a more restrictive bondage than the suit. You could even be assigned duty as one of these statues. You’ll be able to witness everything that happens here and be close to him. And you’d never be fucked by a complete stranger again. Doesn’t that sound the least bit appealing? As for the plug, my god you’ve got no idea pleasures you can receive from it if you do well.”

“And this bet?”

“Ah yes. The bet. One day of pleasure says that within a month you’ll wonder why you didn’t volunteer for the suit in the first place.”

“Errr…”

“Do you know of Alpha?”

“The man who runs the store?”

“Yes. Him. Do you know the sentence Q imposed on him?”

“No, sir.”

“After he took me totally against Q’s guidelines, he was confined to a temporary version of the suit for two months. One month of which was sealed immobile in a pod. He spent one month among the other blanks in the store. Talking. Making friends. Learning what it was to be a blank. Do you know what he did when he was released?”

Dominic gulped. “What, sir?”

“He requested he be removed from the temporary suit and that he be given a permanent one. And yes. When Q imposed that sentence he reacted… Not quite as extremely as you are now but still with horror. He wants to be a blank now. Permanently. Q denied that, he has a job to do.”

“How can it be good? I… I don’t understand! I’ll be denied everything!”

“I saw that blank out windsurfing. Did that look like denied everything to you? So what if you lose your sense of smell? The feel of the suit’s enough of a compensation for that sacrifice!”

He sniffled. The look in his eyes was still one of terror.

“Have you noticed any times when master Q was absent and a helicopter hadn’t come to pick him up?”

He nodded blankly.

“What would you say if I told you master Q has worn one? For how long, sir?”

“A month. A few times. And I set a timer on my computer that prevented me from ending it before that month had transpired. I was nothing but a blank for that entire time. What’s more, I enjoyed it.”

Dominic’s head shot to look at Q almost as quickly as mine had. “You, sir?”

“Yes, me. Why should I not? As Adam here has been quite vocal in pointing out, a master should always experience what he inflicts on his slaves. My time as a dog was far less enjoyable but it seems maybe I didn’t give it enough time. Everyone in the store appears to love those races. As for the blank, you get a lot more freedom than a human on this island. A lot more activities are available. Human slaves can’t go out jetskiiing or kayaking. They can’t go rock climbing or run around the island. You’ve been confined to this compound. Quite frankly, I think a few outdoor pursuits will do you the world of good.”

Oh god, the races… I had to ask. “Are there any races here, sir?”

“Oh dear god, no. Far too dangerous right now.”

“Even if the dogs were given nose filters, sir? No need for fur here, it’s far too warm for that so a hose down should be enough to decontaminate them afterwards.”

“Yes, but there’s nowhere it would be safe to put a feeding station in the badlands.”

“Shorter courses perhaps? A few hours instead of a few days? Maybe sacrifice the hunt and just have an all-out sprint to the finish line? I imagine a lot of the blanks since the races began would relish a chance to race again, sir.”

Q nodded. “A good thought. A… Dominic… You will, upon completion of your induction as a blank which I warn you now can prove to be rather painful… You will train as a dog too. You’ll race. You’ll learn just how good the life of a blank can be.”

He still looked miserable. “But a dog, sir? Doesn’t that reduce me to the same level as the slug?”

I chuckled. “If all animal objects share the same rank, so what? The sole purpose of the slug is to be used as a punchbag, from what I’ve been told. Dogs are loyal. Playful. They have a joy for life. As a dog, you don’t care about anything but where the next ball’s coming from or when to run and when to hide from prey, like me.”

“You were… You were Tyson, sir?”

“Still am. Whenever I’m a dog. You know how I requested a suit? That’s not all I requested to be permanent. I know it’ll never happened but it’ll never stop being a fantasy.”

“A fantasy, sir?”

“Being Tyson, permanently. A dog suit that gets put on and cured just as a permanent suit is.”

He shuddered.

“That won’t happen, Master Q said he’d never inflict that, even on his worst enemy.” I sighed. “I can always dream. It’s good to dream.”

Q stared at me. “You still maintain that fantasy? After everything that’s happened?”

“Yes, sir.”

He took a deep breath. “It seems I need to experience the dog again myself. Obviously I missed something last time. Adam. You will train me this time. And you’ll treat me as any other dog. What happens in the dog suit, stays in the dog suit, no matter how many bad boys I receive. And I’ll make damned sure I’m not allowed out for at least two weeks this time. Let’s see if I can learn to find the love for it you did.”

I smiled. Oh god did I smile. “It’ll be an honour, sir. When?”

“We have more pressing concerns than play right now. Once the current situation’s been dealt with. Maybe after Christmas. I suppose it depends when you’re out of that chair.”

“Yes, sir.”

I spotted a movement in the corner of my eye and glanced to the end of the room. The bronze statue was back. The moment Q spotted him, he opened a hatch on the side of his chair and tossed me a key.

I looked at him askance and he nodded towards Dominic. I got the message.

“Dominic. Stand.”

He did. I reached over, inserted the key and with a click, the chastity fell to the floor with a clatter.

He looked down at it in shock. Down at his crotch. He stared at it as if it was the first time he’d ever seen it and it immediately sprang to attention.

I chuckled. “Good. Makes it easier to put the cock sheath on when you’re erect. Your suit’s here.”

Q stood and walked over to Dominic. He put his hand on his shoulder. “Not one of those blanks down there would want a different life to the one I’ve given them. Not one of them.” He reached out as the statue arrived, took it and held it up. “Now, put it on. Blank. Carry Adam down to his wheelchair and follow us. We might as well stand witness to the birth of this new blank.”

It nodded, jogged up the steps, slid its arm under my legs, its other supporting my back and within seconds I was in the wheelchair, the blank standing behind me.

“How much discomfort, sir?”

“Oh, all my slaves are fully trained to take a fist and to deep throat, the only discomfort will be that of the first cleaning. It can hit the ground running and begin its duties immediately.”

Dominic held up the suit, still filled with fear at what he was about to do. Q didn’t even have to say another word. A look was enough. With a sigh of despair, he stretched open the mouth and thrust his leg in, then the other. He sat on the steps to get the toes in place and then stood to pull it up. Arms in, hands properly fitted in their gloves, he took a deep breath and snapped the hood in place.

I reached over and with a little manipulation completed it by stretching the sheath and allowing the cock tube to slide into place. Another little manipulation and each testicle found its new home.

Blank wheeled me as Q walked by the condemned slave’s side. It wasn’t long before it began to feel itself. To stroke the suit, to caress.

“See? It’s not all bad is it? If you think it feels good now, wait.”

“It does feel amazing, sir.”

“No hair, blank. Nothing to get in the way. And that’s how every blank spends the rest of its life. How I thought I’d be spending mine until the current… as master called it, shit storm occurred.”

“But you said you’d requested a suit.”

“Oh I have, but I won’t be getting one until I’ve fully recovered from my injuries.”

Down corridors. Left, right, left again. It was like a maze. I doubted I’d ever find my way back there unaided. Finally, a room with a bondage chair. The blank’s shoulders sagged as it sat and allowed itself to be secured. As its tubing and goggles were fitted and sealed to the suit. As it was released and its plug was thrust home and also sealed. Q pointed to another room and pulled aside a curtain to reveal a one way mirror.

The new blank stepped in to cure the suit forever. The door locked shut behind it.

We could see it as its suit cured. If it’d caressed itself before, it went wild in there. Stroking itself all over as the suit’s flexibility decreased and it gripped ever tighter. Every inch of his… its skin. The suit became a part of it. Not permanently, but it didn’t know that.

I glanced up above its head. Tubing, so, the curing chamber also doubled as a wet room. It was clearly enjoying the sensations the suit provided, it wasn’t going to enjoy what came next.

I tapped one final message to the blank. “If I were you, I’d close my eyes for this part.”

A clock on the wall ticked down and with a ding, the suit and its occupant froze solid. Q donned a pair of goggles of his own and entered, plugged in all the required tubes, removing its new core in the process to plug its ass tube in as well and flicked a switch before joining me.

“You know how long it takes. Bed for you until I call you for dinner.”

“Will I get a chance to speak to it again, sir?”

“Yes, I may even carry out that threat you made. It does require initial training as a blank before we begin dog training. Its levels need to be taken, it needs to experience escape protocol and some work before then. I think I will… Yes. Statue duty. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon.”

“Escape protocol? Here, sir? I didn’t think there was any hope of escape, you’re an island, sir.”

“At eight and ten miles from the shore, I have rings of detectors. Eight miles, a warning that grows. When one of the ten mile ones goes off, so does escape protocol. That’s the limit a slave can go out to sea here. There are also restricted areas within the compound and areas on the island that trigger the same response. Places only I and a few trusted human scientists can go. Other places only a few trusted suited slaves can, such as number two in IT and on the island, places that require additional protections.”

I nodded. “How long, do you think? Before the whole island’s complete? Before you can freely wander without suiting up?”

“Could be another thirty years, the place is huge. We’ve barely scratched the surface but I intend to live to see it.”

“And when it is?”

He grinned. “What would you do if you had an island comprised entirely of slaves? A holiday resort for masters the world over. Some may even buy a villa and move here permanently but it’ll cost them.”

“And with them might come more slaves. Slaves who only thought they were role-playing until…”

Another belly laugh from Q. “Until they find themselves here with no way in hell of ever returning to their old lives. I do like that idea and once the island is complete, we have enough slaves trained in the art of construction now. Even a few architects among them. We’ll build a damned good home for ourselves. I’ll never leave the island when I retire. That may not be for a while. I need the income right now.”

“I thought you were a billionaire, sir.”

“Oh, I am. I wouldn’t be for long with all the expenses I have to pay out unless I continued though. You hear of multimillion lottery winners who blow the lot in a year because they don’t understand how money works. I do understand.”