2018-11-01 - spike - The New Shop 84

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 84
Date: 01 November 2018

Chapter 84
I had to admire their stamina. They kept at it, switching places, hell, I think each one of them fucked every hole available in the end. Amazing what having your cock locked away for years can do for a slave. They certainly had a lot of catching up to do.

I wheeled myself over to the nearest bondage bench and watched as they worked their way to exhaustion. Then I noticed One seemed to have had enough…

“One.” I waited until it turned and saw me, then pointed at the bench.

It jogged over.

“Sit down. I want a word.”

It twiddled as it sat. “Yes, sir?”

“Why do you want to remain an object, One? Just a thing. An it.”

“That’s all I am, sir. That’s all I’ll ever be.”

“Why?”

“What am I wearing, sir?”

“You refused gold, One. With gold, it doesn’t just mean more responsibility, it means no longer being just a thing. You regain your he, his, him...ness. You’re subhuman as a gold and you also...” I waved my band under its nose. “get a voice again. Why don’t you want that after all the hell you went through to get here! You’ve earned it.”

“But I don’t like bossing people about, sir! Never have. That’s what being a slave was all about even before the suit, sir.”

“You don’t need to be bossy to be a boss, One. Suggest something needs to be done rather than order it. You could even use please and thank you if you wanted. You don’t need to be a master, y’know. Besides, there’s little difference between gold and silver.”

“Golds have all the power here, sir. Especially outside the compound. OK, they do what they’re told when one of that lot orders them about but”

I held up my hand. “I began as a blank, One. Now I’m not only named, I’m gold. Gold came with an added benefit. You get to just be a blank, you realise that? Flick of a switch, markings gone, core ID scrambled. Q can even program it so only his computer knows who you are. Not even him.”

“Blank. Oh god… I don’t want to lose my identity, sir?”

“What’s your name?”

“One, sir.”

“When did you start thinking of yourself as that?”

“I… can’t remember, sir. I just know, I am One, sir.”

“Then you already lost your identity. You got a better one, true?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Being a blank isn’t much different and I’ll tell you one thing. No orders, ever. God, it’s good.”

“It’s good? Why? You’re just… well…”

“You started out with a name didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“None of those blanks did and I bet if you asked a lot of them, they wouldn’t want one.”

“But you did?”

“I’d barely put on the suit before Q named me. I wasn’t a slave and took it harder than some to adjust. I was a master. I think he felt a bit guilty about the suit being forced on me. He waited until I’d learned how to submit before he promoted me the second time though; but when he did I asked for the same addition as Six. I’ve been blanked four times now since I got my name. You get to be one of them. Talk to them as an equal. That mark on your chest and number on the back of your head can be intimidating. They do see you as superior.”

Its shoulders slumped and it nodded. “And I’d never get to make an order when blanked?”

“Never. No. So what if you share your name with the rest of them. It’s just a name. Every single one of them’s different and that’ll never change. You’ll still be you. Added to that, you taking gold might leave the field open for a new silver. Another blank who deserves to be promoted. One who does want a name.”

“But how do I do it?”

“Ask him? Tell him you accept!”

“But… He doesn’t like us communicating, we’re objects!”

“It might’ve been like that in the early years, but look at me. Look at all those golds. They all spoke to him. It was them speaking to him that granted them their promotions. If you’re uncomfortable talking to him as a master, talk to him now. He’s a slave until sunset tomorrow. I imagine he might be a little busy tomorrow though. All those blanks having their wicked way with him.”

It sat bolt upright. “What? All of them?”

“Well, not just him. All of them.” I pointed at the fuck benches. “N’s going to release every blank from its chastity tomorrow, it’s going to be a fuckin’ orgy down here.”

“Fucking hell! How did this happen?”

“A little game involving Christmas crackers. The prizes inside were a little bit more. Forfeits and rewards and one of them, switch places with him. Limited time, so he’s making the most of it.”

Its shoulders shook. “God. Thank you, sir… I…” It took a deep breath. It looked about as if in indecision for a minute. “I think I will speak to him.”

“And if he grants it…” I smiled and held out my hand. “Welcome to the club.”

“Or not, sir.” It got up and wandered over. Currently Nathaniel’s mouth was free. So was his ass, most seemed to be taking a rest.

Or not? What did that mean? I wheeled to the front of them so I could see what it said. Hear what Nathaniel replied.

The moment it got there, it knelt before him and removed his gag…

“What’s this, One? I’m a slave. You don’t need to kneel before me.”

“You won’t be for long, sir. Eleven just spoke to me, sir.”

“About what?”

“About… He tried to talk me into becoming a gold, sir.”

Nathaniel smiled. “God, I got a good one in him. And you wish to make this request? You accept the offer of promotion I made?”

“No, sir. He told me gold means I could be blanked once in a while, sir.”

“You don’t want to accept the promotion but you… I don’t understand, One.”

“Sir. I am a slave, sir. I accepted that years before the suit, sir. I accepted I was yours a fair time after it but since then… Since the blanks appeared and I found myself in a position of authority… I… I want to be a blank, sir. I don’t want a promotion. I want the opposite.”

“You… want to lose your name? To do nothing but obey?”

“Eleven said there’s little difference between a gold and silver. The only real difference was the voice and the ability to tell the silvers what to do, sir. There’s little difference between the silvers and blanks, sir. We’re all things. I accepted that years ago, sir, being an it. The only difference is the name and authority. Blank’s a name. I don’t like the authority, sir.”

Nathaniel looked at him in shock. “It would seem Eleven’s plan for you backfired dramatically wouldn’t it?”

One’s shoulders shook. “Yes, sir. I didn’t get the opportunity to start as a blank, sir. None of the early ones did and we were the lowest of the low until the blanks appeared. I liked being that, sir. I’d like to be that again. I’d like you to mark my file as never promote, too, sir.”

“A blank? For the remainder of your life? Never a chance to crawl back up to”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. It looks like soon, we may have a new number one. I’ll have to review my files to determine which blank deserves such an honour and it is an honour. Your name held weight with the rest, you realise that?”

It nodded. “Another reason I’m happy to lose it. Being the first makes them see me as special, sir. I’m not and I never will be, sir.”

“It won’t be now. We’re all going to be a little busy for a few days this week. When you find your mark of ownership’s gone, it means the name on the back of your head’s gone too. And it will be permanent, never again to be named anything but blank.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You understand what else it means, One?”

“No… sir?”

“The blanks who perform poorly?”

It stiffened. “Slave auction, sir?”

“The mark of ownership protects you from that, One. Remember that. If you lose your mark, you may lose all this. All the hard work you’ve put into the place, gone when you’re sold. I won’t keep a record beyond never promote on your file if I do blank you. A blank is a blank and if I knew which one you were that might mean special treatment.”

It remained motionless before nodding.

“I’ll speak to you one final time before I do this to you. Permanent demotion is a punishment under normal circumstances and you hadn’t thought about the consequences of your request. Sleep on it before you make your final decision.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

It ran off to the elevator and before I could even attempt to catch up with it, it was gone.

I wheeled over to Nathaniel, crestfallen. I looked him in the eye and… Oh god.

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t think it’d do that, sir.”

“No sir, sir. I’m the one calling you sir, remember.”

“I just tried”

Nathaniel nodded as best he could in the position he was in. “It’s not your fault, sir. If anything, it’s mine. I…” He sighed. “I was much stricter with them before Four. They didn’t get to communicate, not even with each other if I had anything to do with it. It didn’t tell me, but then, there’s no reason why I should’ve expected it to. I think I ingrained on it such a thing was forbidden in the early days and it was three years between One and Four being taken.”

“It didn’t speak to you in all that time?”

“Even after the blanks began to appear, no. I have spoken to it since but it was very… reticent. I didn’t even know it hated the authority that’d been placed on it when the blanks arrived. Only that it didn’t want more. Until now, that is, sir.”

I sighed. “I… God I hope it chooses to retain its silver now. Isn’t there a middle ground? Similar to Psi but in reverse?”

“A blank? With a mark of ownership?”

“It’s more responsible for the place being here than most of the other slaves put together. I don’t think it deserves to risk losing everything just because it wants to lose its status, sir.”

“Now that… That is an interesting idea. White rather than silver, just as Psi’s name is. A blank that’s earned the right to remain here for the rest of its life and it has.” He nodded again and smiled. “Thank you, Adam.”

“My pleasure, sir.”

“It seems I’m a little too set in my ways sometimes, sir. A little outside perspective works wonders. I can think of quite a few who’ve earned that, too. A few who’ve turned down promotion. A few who are worthy of it. There are limited spaces for new silvers here until a lot more blanks arrive.”

I nodded. That certainly made sense.

He seemed lost in thought for a few moments. “I wonder…”

“Sir?”

“Oh. Nothing, sir. Well, just a thought right now. I’ll keep it to myself until it becomes more concrete. And stop calling me sir!”