2018-12-03 - spike - The New Shop 88

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 88
Date: 03 December 2018

Chapter (edited)
I began just by studying the emotion detection code. That would be the base for the more difficult task ahead.

God it was a complex piece, the majority of the data was embedded into a neural self-learning network too which made it even more difficult to fathom, but with the tools at our disposal and a few experiments with a neural mesh we could place on each other’s heads and those of the blanks who assisted too, we began to pick up simple patterns that weren’t related to the emotions of the wearer.

Different clusters of sensors, different brain waves. We had our first success before Buster’s master had completed his basic training. There was still a lot of work to be done, but it was a start.

To make things even better, on Friday, the doctor announced it was time I get on my feet. Into a vertical scanner so he could see how my leg handled the stress of my body weight.

It still hurt as he’d said it might, but that day I spent a long time standing, shifting my weight from foot to foot, standing on one leg and even hopping.

In the end, he announced that my leg was now capable of supporting my weight without undoing any of the repair work they’d done and he immediately tossed me a temp suit with a golden eleven on the back of the head.

I grinned, stretched open the mouth and thrust my legs into it. To be me again. Fully.

The gag and tubing were inserted and as I’d promised myself, this time I did worm my tongue as deeply into the gag as it was possible to go. No more voice. Ever. My tubes were to be sealed using the permanent solution from the start even if the suit was a temp one meaning my final spoken words had been the ones expressing my love to master Q.

God it felt good to be back in it again. It felt amazing this time, feeling the suit settle, grip my body as it cured but then, a surprise.

Before the doctor thrust home the plug, I was led to the elevator and down into the dungeon to find Q awaiting me.

He tossed me a couple of sets of restraints, wrist and ankle. The wrist ones combined with fist mitts.

“It’s time for the gift I promised you, Eleven. Put those on and stand in a spread-eagle.”

I twiddled at him. “Yes, sir.” Put them on and took up the pose. Immediately, I felt something snap onto each wrist and looked down to see a spreader being attached to my ankles.

Before I knew it, I was a foot off the ground and totally helpless. A suited figure emerged from the elevator and trotted over. It… No, a mark of ownership… He? I didn’t know. He dragged a small platform across the room on which to stand and immediately began stroking my cock. Then my goggles went black.

Oh god it was a delicate touch and it didn’t take long for it to spring to attention. Five. It had to be Five. I’d seen him in action. I’d seen the painting by Q. I knew now what was going to happen. Edged to within an inch of my sanity. Oh god this was going to be good.

He truly was a master at it. His touch so gentle, sometimes I barely noticed it and it took an age to reach a state of orgasm. An age for him to remove his fingers the first time. An age for me to scream in my mind for him to continue, but he didn’t continue. His fingers left my cock and the next thing I knew, someone had hopped up, popped off my mouth cap and tipped something into my stomach before reapplying the cap.

A minute later, five began again. Another eternity to reach the peak before he removed his hand and I fell back into the pit. Oh fuck this was intense but this time, that wasn’t the end of it. A minute of suspense, in more than one sense of the word and I felt something strange behind. Air on my butt.

Then, something soft but firm pressing. I relaxed and allowed it to enter but it wasn’t the plug as I’d expected. Hands gripped my chest and began playing with my nipples as my master’s manhood entered me for the first time. As he thrust, he tweaked my nipples.

This continued for what felt like hours. Q withdrew and Five took over, then they switched, each time denying me the orgasm I became increasingly desperate to achieve. If I thought I’d been begging for it after the first time, god, my mind was in a turmoil of desire and desperation and it got constantly worse as things went on.

Edged, fucked, edged, and fucked. I’ve got no idea how many times they switched before, finally, Five didn’t stop and neither did Q, both working in concert. Q’s pounding became quicker, more violent, more desperate. I felt it rising again and just as I was about to cum, Q came in me. I felt him shudder, his hands clench, he groaned and quickly withdrew. Then something huge thrust into my ass. The plug found its new permanent home.

I was getting there, but even this close, Five kept his control of me, delaying the inevitable for an inconceivable time. I spasmed and as I did so, I didn’t just shoot a stream of cum half way across the room, a wave of intense pleasure hit me from the plug.

Sensory overload. That’s all I can say. Oh fuck me, that… that was… I couldn’t even begin to describe it.

Less than a minute later, I felt my cock being manipulated for the final time as it was guided into a tube. The chastity snapped shut and with a little manipulation around the back, Q sealed my plug to the suit.

The winch lowered, I collapsed into a heap on the floor and my vision cleared.

It took me a while to pull myself together enough to realise the armband lay in front of my nose. I struggled into a seated position and strapped it on.

“Thank you, sir. Oh god that… That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, sir. I can’t even express… I don’t know how to say anything or give you anything more profound than the things I already have sir, but thank you.”

That smile again. Oh god, I love him. Now, even more than when I’d used my final words…

“Your gifts to me… Consider that a belated Christmas present. Partly due to the penny you found, partly as a reward for you giving yourself to me and partly as a reward for your final words. Believe me, Eleven. You earned that. You still have one thing to experience but that can wait. As a final gift…” he pointed at my crotch.

I’d not noticed but as I scrambled to my feet, I felt the difference. There was no weight. I looked down at the black chastity cage. God, it felt amazing. Way better than the metal one.

Q chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten about your day of pleasure but the doctor advises against that until you’re back home, back as yourself, there. Full recovery before we put you through that.”

I nodded.

”Five, take him to his new home. It’s time you took your place among the other silvers and golds. You’re fully mine now, in ways even I hadn’t considered. Back to being a slave and secure in the knowledge that this time it may never end.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Five led me to the elevator, hit B5 and the panel and as the doors slid shut…

“What did he mean, it may never end? Did he mean he may release you again?”

“No. No, this is it for me now. Even if the suit needs to be removed to deal with complications from my injuries, I know the tubing never will. I’m a slave for life.”

“What did he mean, then?”

“I spoke to him over dinner many times over the past few weeks. I’m afraid that’s all I can say. What’s discussed at the dinner table stays at the dinner table. The only slave in this place who knows Q’s plans is the slug and that’s because I told it and it’s utterly incapable of telling anyone else, just to add a little more torment in its mind.”

“You can’t say anything?”

“Only one thing. Some of the techniques Q used to repair me could be used to extend life. I tormented the slug with that by saying it may still be alive in a thousand years. I went into a lot more detail than that though.”

Five froze. His hand reached tentatively for his armband. “You… Fuckin’ ell! You think we might live that long?”

“Sorry, no, not saying. But me not saying it could be used to guess I suppose. All I can say is, I hope so.”

“Fuck me, I hope so too!”

“I can say this, any experiments Q performs will be done to the slug first.” I tapped my armband, hit enter and hugged him. “Fuck me, though. Thank you, Five. How the hell did you learn how to do that?”

Five waited for me to release him before tapping on his. “Fetish clubs mainly. Found I was a natural. You’re not the first to experience it. First to experience the other stuff though. No subhuman’s ever been fucked by Q before.”

“I know. And you’ve no idea how good that felt. And to think… I’m straight, or at least, I thought I was. After everything that happened I think I must’ve swung around to bi.”

The elevator opened into a large communal area similar to our rec room under the store, only here, there was more than just tables.

Along one side, bondage gear and furniture. On the other, cages, and not just ones you could crawl into. Each was seven feet tall and had a bookshelf above the bed. Over forty of them on three tiers.

At the back of the room, cupboards and by the elevator, two display cases so familiar to us in the store.

“Welcome home, Eleven. At least for now. I know you’ll be leaving us eventually, returning to your shop.”

I turned around staring at the place. “And… What’s this for when you’ve got the rec room upstairs and the dungeon?”

“Sometimes, when Q has guests, he prefers to keep his… little secrets. When they’re here, his human slaves perform all their duties but we remain out of sight, confined to quarters. The blank quarters aren’t quite as good as this but they still have a few tables, bondage gear and a library. Their cages are the old style though. Back of the room, that door there… Wet room. We can live down here for weeks if need be.”

“And it doesn’t look too bad a place to be stuck either! Even another huge TV.”

“I know. God I’m glad I met Alpha. Best place for me, this. Certainly beats keeping the scum off the streets. Come on, you need to spend a few hours in a case to allow your adhesive to cure properly.”

My leg still ached, but it wasn’t daggers as I walked this time. I stepped into the case and he turned it on.
* * *
It was quite a while later when the suit unfroze again and the door opened. I looked down and chuckled to myself.

“Fuck me, this thing’s amazing!” I rapped my knuckles on my chastity.

I recognised fours voice when he replied. He’d been the one to release me. “What do you mean? It looks just like ours, only black.”

“It didn’t stop the freeze! In the case there. Every time I was in a case before the metal one needed to be removed. It’s also incredibly light, I can barely feel it. Know it’s there, though. It tried to rise a few times while I was frozen.”

“Bloody hell, it never even occurred to me. So when you’re back in a permanent suit, you might never be out of it again? Even when they put you in a case?”

“Maybe when I’m put into the dog though. Do still need to piss after all… So which cage is mine?”

“Number three if you’re not bothered about dead man’s boots… Otherwise, cage eleven.”

“Might as well take the cage that matches my name. I’m surprised Q didn’t assign a new number three?”

“Three’s dead. Q’s respecting that. As it’s standing forever holding vigil over the cemetery, there won’t be another three.”

“So what now?”

“Now? As Five said, welcome home. Don’t worry about your wash. That can wait until we all have ours tomorrow. Today, we sit, we talk. We do need to go over some of the basics now so you’re no longer confined to the compound, though.”

Four beckoned me to the screen. He pulled up a couple of chairs and we both sat. Then he pointed a remote at the TV.

What began to play this time wasn’t a porn. I looked like a corporate induction video. I turned to four. “Really?”

“Pay attention. A lot of this is important. It could save your life. It’s dangerous out there and now you’re suited again, there are other things to consider.”

I nodded. The video went into several subjects. From now on, when I went for a swim I needed a nose valve to be attached. Similar to the ones used on the dogs so they could drink. The ones that sealed when liquid was detected.

Other things it covered, various safety restrictions. What kind of breathing apparatus was required for different threat levels and where those threats were. A shaded map of the island showing various zones. Everywhere was either yellow, amber or red apart from our little corner of paradise which was green. One section was a deeper red than the rest.

I pointed. “Factory?”

Four nodded. “If you’re entering a zone with inadequate breathing gear, your plug’ll warn you. Go too far and… ouch, for most. For me, I can’t receive pain but I know where not to go.”

“Can’t… Fuck, so even now…”

He nodded. “Even now, still not fully recovered and after all this time, I doubt I ever will. Slug fucked my arse up permanently.” His shoulders sagged. “At least I can still receive pleasure. Even that’s limited though.”

“Ahh fucking hell, Four!”

“I get my enjoyment… in other ways…”

“Beating the shit out of the slug?”

“That, yes. But Q does allow me the odd orgasm. Usually at the hands of Five. Oh fuck those are good. Especially with the doc’s supercharged orgasm mix.”

I chuckled. “Is that what they fed me? I had that the moment the suit was cured. Had a little more than that too, fucked and edged.”

“Yeah, well, that’s something none of us will ever experience again now. Not even you.”

“I know. Glad I did though. So where is the slug now?”

Four shrugged. “Couldn’t give a shit. It doesn’t get a bed. It just crawls around until I summon it. If it wants to sleep, it sleeps in the corridors. No comfort, no respite. Just hell for the rest of its miserable life and all the time, my voice whispering into its ears what a worthless pile of shit it is. That never stops. I did turn the volume down when you had your chat with it though.”

“Y’know what? Good. When M told me what happened to you… God… Now I think that did give me nightmares.”

Four nodded, pointed at the screen and rewound a few minutes.

The presentation continued. Safety protocols within the factory. Decontamination protocols too. It seemed even after all this time, all the containers of toxins hadn’t been located and made safe. Pictures of the place then and god it was huge. A mess of different coloured pipes, tanks, hoppers chimneys and silos. A large hole and a huge badly charred area near one edge, obviously where the initial accident occurred.

Four hit pause and pointed at that photo. “That might look like the only area affected. It wasn’t. The explosion there ruptured pipes and chemical tanks throughout the complex. All that gas escaping at the same time, a lot of it reacted in ways none of them could’ve foreseen making even more toxic substances, most of them heavier than air. They crawled across the ground, killing everything, then a wind swept it up and it scoured the mountain too.

“When would the place be safe without human intervention?”

“Probably never. Quite a few of those tanks still have stuff in them, slowly leaking out. Even now, there’s the odd explosion there. That’s what triggered the collapse leading to the accident four months ago.”

“Can’t they be drained?”

“Oh we are, but to do it safely, it’s a very slow process. Every tank holds a different chemical. Some of them got contaminated during the initial incident and changed in ways we still don’t know into other even more lethal things due to their interactions. Even when we’ve identified a chemical in one of those things, it might not stay that way. Test, sample, identify, drain. We can only do about a litre at a time. It’s too dangerous to take more.”

“What do you do with it once you have got some?”

He nodded at the screen again and hit play.

Ah, this part went into the next part of the process. As each chemical was identified, the scientists in Q’s R&D department had to come up with a neutralising agent. Sometimes they failed. meaning the only way to deal with it was to put it through a lot of dangerous chemical processes.

I looked at it in alarm. “So… they… what… Process it here?”

Four shook his head. “Have you been told about the outposts yet?”

“Ah, yes. Q said they decontaminated but also performed other functions.”

“One of those is for the dangerous stuff. Very heavily built processing centre. No human intervention after the cannister’s been attached to the inlet. Once the thing’s been drained, the outpost slaves move in to ensure the by products are safe. Chemical testers. They also monitor concentrations around the island, sea included and clean the processing centres once each batch has been dealt with if the results are safe. If not, they collect the new canister, sample it and send those samples to the scientists so that can come up with a new process. A new way to neutralise it.”

“Jesus! So it really will take years. What do you do with the factory once you have drained it of crap?”

“Dismantle. Destroy. Return the land once there’s nothing there to its virgin state, just as we’re doing with the rest of the island. That will be years away though. We have dismantled part of it. Not much though. One thing yet to be built is a blast furnace to melt down the metal from the place. That should destroy any residues and result in some raw materials we can use later to build with.”

“And all the time, it’s spitting out more stuff?”

“Don’t worry, the chemicals it gives off that pose a threat all have very large molecules. None of them can get through the graphene. Air, yes. Water, yes, so if it rains outside, it rains inside too but the rain is filtered. Pure rain water.” Four nodded at the screen again and unpaused.

“I was more concerned with it undoing the work we do. We clear a place, bang, contaminated again.”

“It happens, but we are making progress. Once the graphene screen’s in place the cleared area’s safe from further contaminants. We have a secondary screen too. Clear the bit in the middle normally.”

I nodded and continued to watch.

More of the processing, decontamination of the soil and then the slaves themselves. For the soil, it was shovelled into hoppers and fed into a large machine well away from the compound. The video went into quite a lot of detail about what was done to it. Exposed to various acids, neutralised with alkalises and then exposed to further concentrations of them, various organic enzymes and oxygen, chrlorine and fluorine treatments. Anything to break the crap down. The soil was then thoroughly washed and stored in secure canisters, safe to be brought back into the compound for use on the land. It was sterile but according to that at least, it wouldn’t stay that way for long when mixed with good soil. For the slaves, various unpleasant looking chemicals followed by a shower with soapy water and a final one with pure, each in a self contained area within the blocks at the perimeter.

Four nudged me and pointed at the screen for the next bit. “Now for the rewards.”

All the available activities in a montage. Sea kayaking, surfing and wind surfing, water ski and jet skis were available. Climbing, running, there were even some nearby caves for potholing. The place was even more of a paradise outside in the wastes than the green area was for someone seriously into the outdoor pursuit’s side of things.

I nodded. “God I hope they include dog racing in that soon. I mentioned it to Q.”

“But that’s not going to happen for years here. He said it was too”

“Too dangerous? I suggested something different. If it’s no more than a day outside, there’s no need for food or water.”

“In these temperatures? If it were to happen, it’d need to be at night. You do need water, we’re limited out there. We have to return for decontamination after five hours max or we’d start suffering from dehydration or heat stroke during the day. Damn I wish I could try it.”

“Why can’t you?”

He pointed at his ass again. “I’d never feel the tail sensations. I know how it all works, I was there with Ten during a lot of the briefings, remember.”

“Oh god! So not only screwed over for pleasure but screwed for the best time a slave can have? I really hope you punish that cunt some more for being denied dog training too. Isn’t there something that could substitute for the tail sensations?”

“What? What like? And what about the tail pull? I’d be in spasms for a week if I got hit by one of those. I heard it’s painful.”

“I suppose your plug could be reprogrammed not to do that. Nothing but tail wag? As for a substitute, shown a map, perhaps? A target? Somewhere to aim for? You’ve been here years so I assume you know the island well?”

He looked at me, a slow nod. “Definitely something worth thinking about. Thanks, Eleven.”