2019-01-29 - spike - The New Shop 97

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 97
Date: 29 January 2019

Chapter 97
I was out of the dog suit and back on my feet in no time, no need for a stretch having been only in it for a couple of days, but for the rest…

Let’s just say the dungeon was filled with the hiss of nose tubes as they endured the agony of straightened limbs.

A lot of massaging, a dose of muscle relaxant from the doctor and two blanks to support each of them as they walked around the room, in a couple of hours, most were back on their feet.

Blank though, the one that contained the slave called Nicholas. It collapsed back to its hands and knees every time they removed their support. Its head moved in an odd way too. It looked panicked. It twitched from side to side as if seeking escape.

I think I knew what was going on in there. I knelt before it. The blank containing Q did too.

I held its head in my hands and stared into its goggles, then released it to type.

“Nathaniel. I know. I got there too but it’s time you came back to yourself.”

It cocked its head. I looked at the ceiling, then pointed at its butt. It looked and span around on the spot trying to find its tail.

“Brutus. Stay.”

It stopped what it was doing and looked at me. I repeated its real name again. Repeated what I’d said and kept doing it. If it was anything like me it might take a while for it to filter through.

It took what felt like hours but finally, it shook its head in confusion, slumped onto its back and stretched out.

Then it leant back up onto its elbows and looked at us, looked at its hands and twiddled.

“Fuck me, why do I feel so stiff? Why am I lying on my back in the gym? And why am I in a suit?”

“You did something I didn’t think was possible, blank.”

It sat bolt upright. “Blank? I’m… Why?” Its shoulders slumped. “What did I do wrong? It’s not like me to abuse the blanks.”

Blank knelt beside it. “You were a dog, remember.” It looked up at Ten. “How long before the countdown expires, sir?”

Ten chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry, blank. You’ll be you again in about an hour.”

He nodded. “Remember what happened. Remember the dogs. Remember what happened to you?”

Blank slumped back onto the floor. “Fuck me that was… I completely lost it didn’t I? It’s coming back but it’s very vague.”

I nodded. “As I said, you gave yourself over completely to the dog, blank. You became Brutus to such an extent you couldn’t even understand the spoken word. Only commands from the trainer band and for that…” I reached down swept it into a tight embrace. “Thank you. You showed me just how deep a dog can go and I managed it too. Oh god I loved being Tyson so deeply I lost everything else to him.”

It started to shudder. I stroked it. Comforted it. It squirmed out of my embrace.

“It’s OK, sir. I… I was just laughing my bollocks off, sir. Oh god, it’s coming back and it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.” It looked up at the other blank kneeling beside it. “Is that… Q?”

“Not yet, but I will be again in an hour. Then it’ll be time to get out of these suits but we might as well make use of that hour.”

“How?”

“We both earned prizes in the scavenger hunt, blank. It’s time for an hour of pleasure. We earned a lot more than that. Both of us.”

“We did? How did I do, sir?”

I chuckled. “Both of you did amazingly well. I bet you’ll be kicking yourself, blank.”

“Why?”

“Because your dog didn’t understand the consequences of coming last. One more month as a dog.”

It stiffened. “A month?”

“Yes.”

“Like that?”

“Oh yes. Rogue’s going to have a whale of a time. He’s the one destined for it. It’s back to being a blank for a couple of days to recover before it goes back in though.”

“Fuck! Oh fuckin’ ell… I want it. God I never want out. Any chance of a permanent pet? A permanent suit?”

“Let’s wait until Q’s back to being himself before saying something like that. I can guess that answer though. It’ll be no.”

The blank beside me nodded. “Definitely no. I do understand though. I loved it too. Took me a while to get over myself but bloody hell, I’ll be doing that again. Regular events from now on. Thank you, sir. Thank you!” It gripped me in a hug of its own.

“Blank… How about this for an idea… If you could blank yourself and Nicholas again for a month when it’s my time to return. Both of you could join us in the store? Both of you could take part in a proper race, now that you’ve gained an appreciation for it.”

“Oh god, that’s tempting, but for me at least, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” It looked at blank. “But for you… I think Dominic should be quite capable of taking over your duties for a while.”

“Dominic? But he’s a blank now, isn’t he?”

Blank nodded. “It is a blank now, yes. And it’ll remain a blank for another few weeks. I did threaten it with dog training and now, having experienced it, I think it’s time I put it into a dog until the next event.” It looked at me. “No, sir, you won’t be Tyson again for the next one, you’ll be a blank too.”

“I thought I might be.” I looked at the blank destined to return to being Nicholas soon. “Dominic thinks it was a permanent suit it was put in. It wasn’t. It was just something to force it to become a blank just as deeply as you became Brutus. To learn what it is to be one. Once it’s learned its lesson, it’ll be Dominic again.”

Blank forced itself back to its knees and then to its feet. “What was that about pleasure?”
* * *
When I returned to the cases an hour later, both had their marks plainly visible. Q’s “I am Master Q” in gold and N’s silver “Property of Master Q.” The gold N on the back of his head.

I turned off Q’s case and opened the door. He staggered a little as he stepped out. I handed him an armband which he immediately strapped on.

“Bloody hell, I’ve got to do that more often. First time I’ve earned it too.”

“Even after being a blank for a month, sir?”

“Hmm, suppose you have a point. I was thinking more of the times I just took it when I felt like it, though.”

I chuckled. “Well, you do still have a few hours in credit, sir.”

“Yes, yes, so I do.”

I turned off N’s case and he immediately collapsed. I rushed, opened the door and caught him. Hauled him back to his feet.

It took him a minute to pull himself together. He twiddled. “Fuck me… I understand what you see in that suit now, sir. When you mentioned at Christmas willingly taking it permanently I recoiled in horror just as much as the rest.”

I nodded. “Apart from the doctor, y’mean. Nearly time for his turn as a blank now. And don’t call me sir, I’m gold, you’re gold. Until the suit comes off in a few minutes anyway.”

“Off?” He looked at Q. He sank to his knees. “Please, sir. Please let me remain this way.”

Q chuckled. “Very well, N. You realise you may be stuck in that suit for another three months or more?”

“Three? Oh please, yes, sir! Why three?”

“Transport to America isn’t instantaneous, N. It can take a week or two both ways under normal circumstances. One month here while Eleven becomes a blank in his new permanent suit, possibly a month in transit, one month or perhaps a little more in the store. And you will be blanked again for that.”

“Oh god, thank you, sir. I know the pose, sir.” He performed a perfect thanking ritual.

“You can still perform your duties as my houseboy in that. Well, most of them. The other humans can fulfil the sexual side of your duties just as well. ”

I grabbed him by the hand and shook it. “Welcome to the club, N. One little rule… When you’re a gold, we’re brothers.” I selected four. “We’re going to need another armband, Four.”

“Another one? Why?”

Q shook his head. “Don’t worry, Four. I’ll be out of the suit in no time. N can have mine.”

“N, sir? Brutus?”

“Yes, he will remain in the suit as a gold. Furthermore, he’ll be returning with Eleven as a blank when it’s time. He’ll be a dog for the proper races.”

“Really? Is he going to be permanent, sir?”

“Good lord, no. I have other uses for him. He’ll be out of the suit when he’s raced and returned. That’ll be months away though. Speaking of which, I suggest you meet N in the wetroom.”

“Ah. I see your point, sir. I’ll be there, he does need a deep clean if he’s going to be in it that long.”

“N, you know where to go. Remember, it’s painful but we’ve all been through it.”

N nodded. “Thank you, sir. It’ll be worth it.”

He walked, still a little stiffly, away.

“Eleven. Join him. You need it too. Might as well get you cleaned before the suit goes on. The doctor can have his wicked way with you when you return to the throne room. Your suit’s special and you may require a little help getting into this time. It’s been pre-blanked so once you’ve finished with the doctor, block three for you.”

“Yes, sir. Will the doctor be joining me down there?”

“In the cell blocks, yes. Whether he’s in yours, that’s for you to find out. The same goes for Bartholomew.”

“God, I’d forgotten he’d volunteered!”
* * *
It didn’t take nearly as long as I expected. Probably because this time, I knew what to expect. I knew why it was happening and exactly how painful it would be and this time, I did close my eyes.

When I got back to the throne, Bart and the doctor were there. There was a blank there too and a dog suit lay on the floor, ready to be occupied.

The moment I got to the foot of those steps, the blank threw itself at me and gripped me tight.

I chuckled. When it stood back it immediately started to sign.

“Thank you, sir.”

“For what?”

“Opening my eyes, sir! Giving me a life even better than the one I had. You were right, the life of a blank is fucking good. I… I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t hold you to that bet. Twenty four hours of pleasure… It’s more than you can afford, even if you do win more.”

“Win more? How? On the slot machines?”

I shook my head and pointed at the dog suit. “Try to do what N and I managed to do, blank. Try to lose yourself to the dog. Become him. It’s truly an amazing experience if you succeed. N can tell you how, if you see him. Nearly time for me to be a blank. And those two.” I pointed at Bart and the doc.

Its shoulders shook. “I know, sir. I was there. Watching when they volunteered.”

“You were… How?”

“One of the statues, sir. Last vestiges of the old me, that day, envying you for all that food. I know I’ll never taste again and now, I don’t care. You were right about the loss of a few sensory pleasures being nothing compared to what the suit offered. God, that day though. We had pleasure program after pleasure program playing in us during our statue time on Christmas day. It only turned off when we were needed.”

“I thought one of you looked a bit unsteady on your feet when you went to do the washing up.”

“That wasn’t me, sir.”

“It was a blank. Doesn’t matter which one, you all look the same and soon, so will I.” I turned to Q. “Have you decided on a name for him yet, sir?”

It stepped back. “You… you called me him, sir.”

“Well you will be once you’re in the dog.”

Q stepped down from his throne. “Speaking of blanks, stand still Eleven.”

“Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t believe Q was doing the job himself. He used the solvent to release the suit from my mouth, nose and butt plug. Before I knew it, I felt air as he walked around me, knife cutting the rubber. A click, a clatter as my chastity fell to the floor and I was out of the suit in minutes. I looked down at it and looked around for my new one.

Then I looked down at myself, twisted and looked at my back, at where that dressing had plagued me when I first arrived. I could see no sign I’d been injured at all. Anywhere. God, it was a fucking miracle what the doctor had accomplished.

Q jogged back up to his chair and picked up a bundle, looked at a label and peeled it off.

“This is your new, permanent home, Eleven. I believe the good doctor has something to do first though?”

I nodded as he walked up to me, pliers and a kidney bowl in hand as he began work on my teeth. Pluck after pluck, nothing hurt. He was right, he had been working on me. Totally painless and no blood.

Blank shifted from foot to foot.

I tapped on my armband. “Problems, blank?”

“He’s yanking your teeth, sir! Shit!”

“They’re no use to me in a permanent suit. Most slaves don’t get the opportunity to escape one and request another. It’s not painful. He’s been loosening them for weeks.”

“I… Sorry, sir. And it doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it. I know what a permanent suit means this time. I know I’ll never have need of teeth again so why worry about them? Get rid of them before the next suit’s sealed. Stands to reason.”

It sagged a little and nodded. “Fuck me, though. What about the rest of us?”

“You’ll lose them all, eventually. In the case of the other permanents, the doctor’s got a little trick up his sleeve. I’ll say no more than that.”

The doctor chuckled. “Quite right too. It’s beyond your pay grade, blank. Knowledge of such things.”

Last of my teeth out, Q held up my new suit. “Blank, before you go into your new suit, it’s time to help Eleven into his. Doctor, if you could grip the other side of the mouth and both of you pull, hard?”

God, they really looked like they were struggling. I looked down at it and sat on the steps as they positioned it so I could get my legs in.

I signed, not having my armband within reach. “Why… What’s special about it, sir? Has it got a built in mesh suit or something? Instant freeze without a case?”

“Good god, no. You’d never even get a foot through the mouth with one of those permanently a part of it. I’ll say no more, let it be a surprise. God, it’ll be a surprise.”

I grinned as much as it was possible to.

The legs were easy to get in, the feet went into their homes but Jesus, it was a struggle fitting my body through the neck hole. It took all the effort of everyone in the room to pull it up.

Finally, the arms were within reach and I thrust them in too. It was equally easy getting my hands into the gloves and with those in, one final heave and the neck and then the mask snapped into place.

“Good god, it… The normal suit’s so easy, sir.”

He nodded with a grin. “I said there’s more to that suit than meets the eye, blank. Now…” he jogged back up to his throne and pulled out the keyboard. “You owned a yacht. What other nautical experience do you possess? I won’t know who you are once your core ID’s been randomised. Only the computer will keep a track and issue the command to recall you for shipping back to the store. Until then, I need to populate the database with your skills.”

“Well, it was a single man yacht, sir, so, basic navigation and operation of the rigging. I usually used the electronics on the boat rather than sextant and stars though, sir.”

“Jetski? Scuba?”

I nodded. “I have the basic scuba certificate, sir. I haven’t been deep sea, but I have gone a hundred feet down. I can handle a jetski, kayak, canoe, sir. I’ve windsurfed and surfed a few times. I might need extra training in scuba using equipment designed for nose tubes, though, sir.”

“You’d be surprised. You probably require less, no need to control your breathing as much when your mouth and nose are separated.”

“Yes, sir.”

Q applied my goggles, sealed them, sealed my suit back to the nose plugs, back to the butt plug and the mouth tube.

“You might as well wait, blank. We’ve got a dog and two more blanks to process. Their suits won’t be a struggle though…” He grabbed another couple of bundles, tossed them to the doctor and Bartholomew and picked something up from behind his throne.

It was another chastity cage. It looked identical to the one I’d just had removed.

“Time to get you into this.”

I shrugged and pointed at the one on the remains of the old suit.

“Oh, you’ll find out. Stand at ease, blank.”

As he applied it, fed my cock into the tube there was a sharp tug and a click. The end of my cock had just engaged with something, something that pulled my cock right to the end and locked it there.

With a deft snap, snap, click, the belt locked into place.

“Nothing apart from a medical emergency gets that off now. It’s just as permanent as the suit.”

I looked down at it in shock. “Sir? What about Tyson?”

“All slaves will have these new ones phased in as soon as they’re in a permanent from now on. The dog suits have had a redesign to accommodate. Just as your cock tube engaged with the chastity, your dog suit will from the outside. There’s a surprise in the new dogs too. You’ll find out. By the time you get back to the store every suit, even M will have a new belt like that on. Only Beta, Omega and any guests will use the old dog suits.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Never to be free again down there, sir. I’m getting hard just thinking about it, sir.”

And god, was I? I shifted uncomfortably as my cock filled the tube. I chuckled.

It didn’t take long for the doc and Bart to join me as blanks and all three of us helped blank into his dog. The non-permanent sealant used to finish him off.

I knelt before him and signed the basic instructions on how to walk and he wobbled after us as we went on to the curing chamber.
* * *
God, I love that feeling. The feel of a suit tightening around you, locking itself onto you. I caressed myself as it continued and even though I was in chastity, I could feel it tightening around my butt, cock and balls too. Half an hour, then my ears crackled into life. Q’s voice.

“You have a scanner to get to, blank. You know where. Those two blanks need time for their washes. The randomiser kicks off in 3...2...1.” My ears went dead.

I left the room, ran to the elevator, up to the med centre and took my place in the scanner for one final time.

One last test of itch endurance. God it was a relief knowing I wouldn’t need to go through that again for a while. The itch was milder this time, obviously concentrating on somewhere with a lot fewer nerve endings to tickle and I stood there for hours, but finally, the job was done, the immobilising light turned off and an unfamiliar human voice sounded in my ears.

“Block three, blank. You know where it is.”

I nodded, took the elevator down into the blank block and looked around.

There were a lot in there. A few looked around scratching their heads. I wandered up.

“Which cage is free?”

“Fuck knows. We’ve not had a shuffle for a while but it seems Q wanted to shake things up a bit. I’d say take any cage you like. I’ve never been in block three before.”

I nodded. “Might as well have a look around myself.”

“Good idea. Find out where everything is.”

We went to the back wall together. To the gaming cupboard and the library. There were no bookshelves in our cages, there wasn’t room for that, but I took one out that looked interesting, picked out a pack of cards and waved it above my head.

I few others nodded, we pulled a couple of tables together and I dealt out two each.

The one opposite me twiddled. “So, pontoon then?”

“I was thinking Blackjack. What’s pontoon?”

“Think they’re pretty much the same.”

The one next to it shook its head. “Pontoon’s a bit different. They don’t have a five card trick in Blackjack.”

Blank opposite shook its head. “God, they really like to oversimplify their games don’t they?” It looked at me. “Before you ask, a five card trick’s another way to win. You get twenty with three cards, I get it with five and the only thing that beats mine is twenty-one.”

“Any other differences?”

“A few.” The one on the right nodded. “Dealer hides both cards for one and if you get the same value as the dealer, he wins unless yours is a five card trick and his isn’t of course. We’ll go through any other differences as we play if you like.”

I collected the cards and dealt again. “Sounds like a plan.”

We chatted as we played a few rounds.

What I learned? Not one of them was one I knew. All were taken in London. Most taken after Four had already departed too. M hadn’t told me much about the slaves who passed through after four and nothing/the slug had left so it was a new experience for all of us. New people. New friendships to form.

“So what’s your story?”

Oh god, did I tell them. Everything from my first visit to that store, my first suit. I didn’t tell them this was a different one, but everything else. Yes.

When I mentioned my race across Queens and the start of the dog races, two of them sat bolt upright. “Tyson? Oh god, you’re Tyson!”

Both of them dived for my hand to give it a shake.

I chuckled. “I’m him.”

“What’s it like? I volunteered for the one this week but they chose others.”

“Oh god, do it. You get the chance. Do it. And don’t just walk around like a man in a dog suit. Takes a little mental discipline but you can do it.”

“Do what?”

“Two dogs out there this time totally lost themselves. Two dogs utterly incapable of understanding anything but the commands like roll over and sit. Fuck me it’s… I can’t even describe it what it feels like. I think the best I can up with is pure joy. Nothing, not a care in the world. Just…”

I sighed.

“Lose yourself? But you found yourself again, you didn’t end up stuck like that? Oh god, that’s a relief.”

“For you, maybe. Why would you want to give up on that? I was forced out of it by someone constantly repeating my name.”

“Blank! Wake up blank! Come on. Like that?”

“Nearly. Eleven! Eleven! Come on Eleven! Wake the fuck up!”

It leant back in the chair. “Six… you’ve had his mod?”

I nodded. “But it’s not to spy or anything like that. I like being a blank and this is the longest I’ll ever be one. One month here, then shipped back to the store. The next dog race will have me in it, but I won’t be Tyson. I’ll be one of the racers. And N, previously known as Nicholas… He’ll be one of us too.”

“Brutus?”

“Yes, but he won’t be Brutus. We’ll get new names. They won’t have any idea who we are until the race is done. God I wish I could see under the mask… The look on M’s face when that happens.”

The one opposite chuckled. “How is he?”

“Oh, better than ever, though, he has had a couple of shocks over the past few months. That terrorist…” I shook my head.

It nodded gravely.

I was just about to deal again when the lights flashed.

I looked about. “What… what was that?”

“Five minute warning. Pack everything away and get into your cage.”

I held up the book.

“That too. Nothing in the cages but us slaves.”