2018-10-21 - spike - The New Shop 83

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 83
Date: 21 October 2018

Chapter 83
Nicholas stood before his new slave with a grin. “I think I’ll call you… Nathaniel.”

Q… Nathaniel smiled. “Thank you for naming me, sir.”

“Now. Your computer. Grant me access.”

“Already done, sir. It was all preprogramed. The moment the countdown ended, you gained access, sir. All you need to do is enter a password for yourself. It’s also preprogramed to delete that account at sunset tomorrow, sir.”

“I think for now then, I’ll do what you did. Until you resume your position I am Master N.” He cackled, rubbed his hands together with glee and rushed over to the computer.

He spent a few minutes doing… something, then took his seat at the head of the table. “Sit, slave. We still have some mince pies to finish off.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Nathaniel took Nicholas’s place at the table and shifted a little from side to side.

“Problems, slave?”

“No, sir, just my cock, sir.”

“When you’re in that thing as long as we are, it soon learns there’s no point in rising to the occasion when confined. For you, today and tomorrow are going to be a lot more uncomfortable.”

Nathaniel chuckled. “I know, sir. Not the first I’ve been locked in. A month… Now that really taught it its place, sir.”

“A month? When were you in chastity for a month?”

“When I was a blank, sir. Three times I’ve done that now, sir.”

He stared at his slave… Then he glanced at me. I nodded.

“Really? He’s been a” he gulped. “He’s been a blank too? Oh shit! We didn’t do anything to you did we?”

“Yes, sir. And I suffered for it, sir.” Nathaniel smirked. “I do still enjoy it from time to time, though. As one slave to another now… Highly recommended. Nothing like it. Isn’t that right, sir.” he glanced at me.

“Dead right.”

Master N shifted his attention to me. “What’s so good about being a blank here?”

“Here?” I shrugged. “No idea. I’ve only been a blank in the store, sir. Four times now and two of those times, speaking to the slaves, I didn’t just get to know them a little, I picked out a couple of serious problems that needed to be dealt with.”

“Problems?”

I nodded. “One suffered from claustrophobia, sir. Another has dyslexia, it couldn’t talk or understand what the other blanks were saying for quite a while, sir. Must’ve been hell for it until we started its tuition. Q assigned it a blank as a teacher and they’re hardly ever apart now.”

“And the store… You’re like us in this complex?”

“We do get out, sir. Only as dogs, though. Once I’m back on my feet, he’ll be suiting up again. This time, dog for two weeks, sir. I’ll be training him, sir.”

He shot another look at Nathaniel, this time one of shock. “Dog, too?”

Nathaniel nodded. “I had myself dogged up once before but only gave myself what I thought was going to be the same time as Eleven. Three days in the dog but students stole him from the shop.”

“And how was it?”

“For me? Hell. I hated it but every slave, properly trained, loves it. They love those races.”

“We do too. How do you know they love them?”

“Oh, I know, sir. There’s been a few who requested more.”

I nodded. “I spoke to one of the blanks from New York a few days ago, sir. It was one of the ones there before the first race. That one, we didn’t choose them all. Most were sent here. It wants to try it for itself.”

“Why though?”

“Difficult to describe, sir. I love being Tyson. I’ve said it before, a dog hasn’t got a care in the world. All it concerns itself with is fun. Playing fetch, rolling around mock fighting with other dogs, following his master’s commands. If you can put all your human concerns to one side while you’re in it, you can really let go, sir.” I nodded at the statues. “I’d love to be one of those eventually, too.”

A smile tweaked the corners of his lips. He looked at the statues, than at Nathaniel. “Si…” he stopped himself. “Slave. When you do get put into a dog… Let me too. Same duration. I want to see what all the fuss is about. Sebastian can take over my duties. There won’t be any need to maintain your quarters with you not in them.”

“In your case, the first thing I’ll say at sunset tomorrow is granted, sir.”

Master’s next look was at the doctor. “When?”

“Difficult to say. He is making amazing progress, sir. The bones should be ready for use again in a matter of weeks. We’ll keep him out of the suit for a few weeks more though. Some of his internal injuries require more… care, sir. It wouldn’t be advisable for him to go back into the suit until we’re sure everything’s fixed in there.”

I sighed. My head sagged. “Months? How about once I’m on my feet you put me into a temp suit, doc? I can still be… well… me, then. I’ll have the freedom to explore further too. Maybe even join a work crew. Maybe enjoy a few of those activities outside?”

“Beginning to feel a little stir crazy?”

“No. Things are much more restrictive in the store. It’s a much smaller place, but I don’t feel… well… Like me anymore. I’m Eleven. That suit’s been a part of me for well over three months.”

The doctor smiled. “Yes, then. Actually, thinking about it, a temp suit is an excellent idea. We’ll get much more accurate scans with you locked solid. Much more accurate treatment. It may even aid your recovery. Two weeks. I think you’ll be able to walk by then. It might still cause you pain but I believe your bones should have healed enough to be put under some pressure.”

I sighed with relief. “Thanks, doc. God, I can’t wait. What about the operation scar? That can’t be treated once I’m in a suit.”

“No, but the scans indicate it should be fully healed by then. I doubt it’ll even leave any scar tissue. You will require a much more thorough cleaning though.”

“The full painful one?”

“I’m afraid so. But only when the suit is permanent. A milder clean just to remove hair should be enough for the temp one. Only your guts will need the full clean out when you go into the temp.”

“Worth it. I’ve been through it before, it’s definitely worth it. And this time, I know to close my eyes.”

He looked at me in shock. “You… You didn’t shut ‘em?”

“Not until they felt like they were on fire, no. By then it was too late.”

“Good god, why?!”

“I didn’t know. Alpha didn’t say a word to me after the suit was cured and he’s shoved the plug home and sealed it in. That’s one of the reasons he was sentenced to a suit of his own for two months.”

Bart looked at me, a little fear creeping into his expression. “Painful?”

“Very. Oh don’t worry. You don’t need to be declawed. A week in one, you won’t need much of a cleaning at all. For me, long term or permanent wear, I will. It’s only a once in a lifetime thing normally.”

The doctor smiled grimly. “Normally. Four had to endure a second full cleaning after his ordeal. He was in no fit state to have normal ones for quite some time.”

“Bet he said it was worth it too.”

He chuckled. “Indeed. I’m beginning to look forward to it, I’ll tell you that. While in the temp suit though, it will be number eleven. Wait until the permanent one before being blanked, eh?”

I sighed and nodded. “Yes, doc.”

The mince pies finally made it down the table. I took one and looked at it suspiciously.

Christopher chuckled. “Don’t just look at it.”

“What’s in it?”

“Mince meat.”

“A meat pie? For dessert?”

Chris sighed. “In the middle ages they used to contain meat. That changed a long time ago. It’s just fruit now. Currents, raisins, sultanas. Spiced again. They’re bloody good. If you liked the Christmas pudding you’ll love these.”

“Why call it mincemeat then?”

He shrugged. “That’s just what it’s called. Go on.”

I bit into it and my mouth exploded. Oh god it was… I stared at the contents in amazement. “Fuck me! Why the hell aren’t these sold in America!?”

“A few years ago, you’d be hard pressed to find them in the shops in the UK most of the time. Christmas was when they appeared, just like Easter and Easter eggs.” He chuckled. “Believe it or not, Cromwell tried to ban ‘em.”

“Is… Was he insane? They’re delicious!”

“They used to have lots of religious symbols on them. He saw them as a catholic thing. Anything catholic… ban it. Even Christmas itself, ban it. Anything that brought pleasure, I bet he tried to ban. Right nutcase. I think… Nathaniel mentioned your puritan ancestors…”

I chuckled. “Don’t look at me. Third generation Irish.”

“OK, not yours personally, but they would’ve been some of Cromwell’s lot a few years earlier. If not them, their parents… I’m no history buff so I might be a bit off.”

I nodded. “There are still a few weird ideas floating around there, even now.”

Master N looked across at me and pointed. “Eat up, it’s time for a little fun… In the dungeon.”

“I can’t, sir, remember.”

“No, but you can watch. Oh god this is going to be good.”

I smiled. “What’ve you got planned, sir?”

“Oh… You’ll find out.”
* * *
They stood by the elevator at attention as the dungeon entered our view and the doors slid open. All the named slaves… Well, all the silvers and golds anyway. I hadn’t seen Psi about yet.

The moment Master N stepped out, he began signing orders.

“Seven, fetch a collar. One, Two, Eight and Nine, get the fuck benches. Arrange them all in a row of eight over there.”

As they scrambled, he walked forward and unlocked the chastity on each of the others. Six looked down at himself. “God, I’ve not been out of that thing in… How long, sir?”

N looked at Nathaniel with a grin. “Well? Answer the question.”

Nathaniel grinned back and signed. “Over five years, sir.”

He nodded. “I’ve decided to take that little conversation you had with us on board. All these slaves present today… Your arses are theirs. All of you. Well, apart from you.” he gave me a nudge. “And tomorrow… Your holes will be available for all the blanks.”

Bartholomew gulped. “What… all of them?”

“Yes. Why not give the ones who do all the hard work a Christmas present? I wonder which one’ll be the most popular.”

A few of them looked at their feet but Bart… He looked terrified. “But there’s over a hundred!”

“I know! You’re all going to have a lot of fun tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll release you and the lesser humans so you can fuck each other.”

“Bloody hell, sir…” Christopher had the huge smile. “God I won’t be able to walk for a week! But, this sounds amazing! Thank you, sir!”

As the fuck benches were assembled, N ordered each to take their place.

The golds strapped them down and then, at the further direction from N, strapped ring gags onto each too, their mouths weren’t shutting for anyone.

The moment that was done, N assumed the evillest grin he could muster. Just before he strapped the gag on Nathaniel, “Oh, sir…”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to interfere but… You may want to nip back to my throne room. Headset. Left hand arm rest, sir. You can order them about without the need to sign then.”

He grinned. “Thank you, slave. I’ll do that.”

He rushed off, returning ten minutes later with the headset on. The moment he stepped out of the elevator he looked at Four…

“Line up the silvers. There’s enough holes for everyone.”

“Oh god…” He glanced at Nathaniel. “How is he… Why are you…”

“Until sunset tomorrow. That’s what he said. He’s a slave, I’m the master. Everyone gets an orgy tomorrow, you get advanced entry.”

Four immediately collapsed to his knees and performed a thanks. He stood and tapped on his armband and the silvers lined up again. One of them held a collar. A large, thick metal one.

N unlocked each in turn, took the collar and snapped it around Nathaniel’s neck. ”Just so everyone knows you’re one of them now.”

“ooaeee ahee, iir.” was all Nathaniel could get out around the gag.

N spun around on the spot, raised his arms in the most dramatic way he could manage and yelled “Let the fuckfest begin!”

It was Ten who claimed Nathaniel. I waited a while and watched, then collapsed into a fit of laughter at the expression on his face.

I wheeled myself over to him. “You regretting your gold crown thing yet?”

“Nnnggh… Fch, I aaa oooii.”

I giggled. “Sorry.”

I removed the ring gag and repeated the question.

“Oh fuck…. No, I was… I was… Nnnggg… I was hoping… something like…. This might… Ohhhhhh fuchhhch….. Happen.”

“Even now you know what’s in store tomorrow?”

Nathaniel burst into laughter himself. “Oh god… It’s going to… Ahhhh… ooo! To be intense! This is… This is… Oh bloody hell this is good.”

“Why did you have so much trouble with the dog? Thought you said you were too much of a Master to learn to submit? Seem to be doing fine here.”

“I’d say… say I’m Nnnggggg…. Oh… Ooooh… Maybe ninety per… percent… Said I… liked being a… a blank didn’t… I?”

“God that actually looks good. I… But I’m… I…”

“You… Want t… to… tooOOooooooooh god… to experiment a… a little?”

“I’m not sure anymore. I… I don’t want to… Well… I don’t feel any…” I sighed and pointed at my cock. “As you can see, watching this isn’t exciting me.”

Another burst of laughter punctuated by groans. “Just as well… as well… what you want…”

“I’ll help… I know. What I want doesn’t matter anymore. What did you have in mind?”

“I… Thinooofuck! Think I’ll let… it be… be a surprise. Two weeks, temp suit... I’ll consult... with the doctor…”

I spotted some movement in the corner of my eye and looked down the line. One of them had withdrawn and walked to the front. It went down the line studying faces and stopped when it got to Bartholomew.

Just as it was about to thrust its cock into his mouth, I wheeled over and tapped it, then tapped on my armband.

“At least go and wash your cock before you do this. You know how nasty some of the things you can pick up from shit can be.”

It glanced at me and twiddled. “Why aren’t you one of them, sir?”

“I’m one of you.” I grinned. “Couple of reasons I’m not joining in though. One… Straight, two, no weigh.” I pointed at my leg.

It nodded and ran off. On the back of its head… A silver nine. So, almost a brother to me. Assuming it was the most recent acquisition before me at least.

I returned to Nathaniel to reattach his gag.

When it returned, I could see its cock was still wet. It immediately thrust it down Bartholomew’s throat as far as it’d go and began pumping away. Another one was still pumping his ass, the first spit roast the island had seen, it would seem. I swear between thrusts I saw Bart’s eyes cross.

Having already come once, a second orgasm wasn’t long in… well… coming and Nine collapsed to its knees after it’d done so. It looked at me, its chest heaving, its shoulders shaking with glee.

It signed at me. “Oh god, that was good. You sure you don’t want a go?”

“I’m sure. So… You’re Nine. I know Ten was a slave a long time, captured four among others so… Are you recent, like me?”

It shook its head. “I was elevated months or so ago, sir. I… don’t bother tracking time and it’s even more difficult here.”

“Why?”

“No seasons. None that I can see anyway. It seems to be summer all year. We get the odd storm, even had a hurricane that meant evacuating the island a few years ago but…” It shrugged. “What’s the point in counting time in this job?”

“How did you get the suit?”

“Practically begged Alpha for Q’s number the moment he told me what it meant. In, suited up, sealed in. A week later when I asked to be let out, Six collapsed into laughter. Oh god, I felt like a right pillock that day. Four actually got a dictionary and pointed out what permanent meant.”

I chuckled. “Really? Why did you want out?”

“I didn’t think it was. Not at first. Just mind games masters play, sir. It was a shock when they did the knife demonstration but a day later, bliss. I was in heaven and it wasn’t going to end. I wasn’t going to be kicked out again and left penniless. I was a slave for life.”

“How did you… Months ago? Accident?”

It nodded. “I pulled four blanks out and Three. Didn’t get to another blank in time though. They tried to save Three, its injuries were too severe. Never woke up. Died three months later, sir.” Its shoulders sagged. “But… Well, I impressed Q and you know what he… How long did he say he’s a slave for?”

“Just until sunset tomorrow. Little box… boxing day is it?”

It nodded.

“Little tradition or something. Obviously one that fell out of use. Normal people don’t have servants anymore.”

“How long are you here? Is this it for you now, sir?”

“Nah. Nowhere near. In two weeks I get a temp suit. When the doctor’s satisfied I’m healed up, I get my permanent one again. Then, I do what Six does for a month. Join the blanks, experience the life, then back to New York.”

“I’ve seen two out of their suits before. Two of the ones I rescued. They didn’t get to experience time out though. They were kept sedated. As far as they know, they never got out.”

“God. That’s devious! I love it. I don’t know which I’d prefer now.”

“Why?”

“Well, there are pluses and minuses to everything. A good thing would’ve been a security in the knowledge it couldn’t come off but I would’ve missed out on waking up that first morning. Oh god, the smell! The food! Last time I’ll get to experience it so I might as well make the most of it before I do get sealed away permanently.”

Its shoulders shook. “I don’t even miss food anymore. I’ve practically forgotten what taste and smell are now. I don’t think I even dream them.”

“I imagine that’s a comfort. Hope I get that. Hell, I hope in twenty years time I forget there was anything before the suit. I’ll know deep down I’ve always been in it. Even better I’ve always just been the suit.”

“I… think we will eventually. It’s fading now. Down to the memory of a memory stage for Number One, I think. It’s been in the longest.”

“Why isn’t it gold then?”

“It doesn’t want the responsibility. I think it took it harder than most being the first, sir. It told me it tried to escape a few times back at the start. Then, it found itself on a ship. It knew then it was screwed so just learned to accept it.”

“A ship?”

It shrugged. “Seems they didn’t live on the island back then. For one thing there was nothing to live in. It was transported in by men in hazmat suits and ordered to clear the area. They pitched in, but it was a while before it was safe for anything to be built here. Just a bare brick hut with a bunk at first. More bunks when two and three arrived. With more men, more got done and by the time the blanks started to arrive, there was a dungeon and wet room attached. By the time I got here, the compound was under construction. That was my first job.”

“And One? Refusing gold?”

”It accepted it was nothing. It prefers to just follow orders, even though it does get the odd order to give, being silver. It works under Six when on the work crews.”

“Yes, but Q is quite keen on pointing out what we want doesn’t matter.”

It nodded. “Seems he’s more than happy to withhold promotions when we request it though.”

“Yeah, blank told me about the blank in the graveyard. About it turning down silver.”

“It was a friend, I” Its shoulders sagged again. “Oh well. Nothing any of us could’ve done. It was dead the moment it took its first breath after the collapse. I do understand though. Losing yourself in the suit. Just being a blank. I was one for a hell of a long time after all.”

“I think I’ll have a word with it. Maybe I can talk it into taking the gold if I tell it what else it gets.”

“What else?”

“Six’s… addition? Being blanked once in a while?”

It nodded. “I think it might like that, sir.”