2019-03-29 - spike - The New Shop 106

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 106
Date: 29 March 2019

Chapter 106
The moment the lid closed and I froze in place, I felt it stir.

It began as many programs did, as a tingle but this quickly built up to waves or pleasure. There was something different about the pod that I’ll never be able to put my finger on. Maybe it had more flexibility in the waveforms, the shapes of the pulses that caressed my ass, but, while the fob seemed to expand time, the pod seemed to compress it. I was so engrossed in the sensations I barely even felt my suit and ass begin to fill.

What felt like an hour may have been an entire day for all I knew because it wasn’t long before the sensations dwindled to nothing and I relaxed into my suit in exhaustion. I must’ve fallen asleep right that minute.

I woke again to the tingle and again it played with me relentlessly. It was different this time. I… No, the best I can say is in some indescribable way and again, it dwindled to nothing and I slept.

I’d taken a valuable lesson from the island. The most valuable lesson a slave can learn. As a result I didn’t attempt to count those lulls. The sleeps or the flushes. I knew as a deep truth that the passage of time would never concern me again and before I knew it, the pod opened and a couple of named slaves disconnected me, lifted me out and put me into a cage.

Now it was time to put on my acting hat. First on the agenda… Pretend to be asleep when I unfroze so I could react more accordingly in the morning.

I unfroze, slumped into the bed and before long, I was genuinely asleep.

I chose not to react to the beep this time. It had woken me but I played at remaining asleep until something nudged me.

Then…Ahhh the sound of my voice without a lisp.

“Blank, exit the cell and press the panel on the single door at the end of the corridor.”

I jerked awake, looked at the blank shaking me and recoiled into the corner of my cage in mock terror. I looked around, then I looked at my hands in horror, felt my face, clutched my throat and attempted to wrench off my goggles. I scrambled around in there trying to find a zip for the next five minutes until…

“Blank, exit the cell and press the panel on the single door at the end of the corridor. You have thirty seconds to comply.”

I continued to cower. A couple of blanks looked at me now. One nudged the other and pointed at its ears and ass. It nodded and both left.

I braced myself for the shock to come, deciding that would be the kick I needed to leave the cage but it wasn’t over yet. It was only just beginning.

The shock came. It was a similar intensity to the one used by Eight but short. Less than half a second by my estimation. I could handle a lot worse than that.

I crept to the door, poked my head around and taking a page from the book of burglars, acted just like them. I made it to the double doors before the shock hit me again. I hit the panel, a milder shock and I bolted to the single one.

“Press the panel opposite.” sounded the moment I hit that panel.

Again, I disobeyed. Instead, I hit the panels on the other three cell blocks receiving more shocks each before the thirty seconds had expired and again, another larger one.

I let my shoulders sag and shambled over to the elevator to press the panel.

The door opened a minute later and I entered.

“Press the panel in the elevator.”

This time, I did. Allowing anyone watching think I’d been beaten. I chuckled to myself. Oh god this was going to be a good one. Of course, to an outside observer, I probably appeared to be sobbing.

The doors opened to reveal more slaves than I’d ever seen in the complex. Jesus, they’d done a good job this time. I know a hell of a lot of them were from before I’d been sent away but still. Twenty stood lined up before M, Twelve and Beta. Fuck me the race was going to be truly epic this time. They really would need to call on a few temporary hunters.

At the sight of them, I shrank into the back of the elevator.

It was a few minutes before M spotted me. He tapped each of the twenty, obviously to find out which wasn’t present and a second later…

“Blank, step out of the lift! Join the line-up!”

I didn’t respond.

“Slave, join the line up!”

I shrank back into the corner of the elevator even more, shook my head, braced myself and took a few deep breaths. I could guess what was coming next and I was right.

He raised his fob and my nose tubes sealed.

I resisted for as long as I could manage, collapsed to my knees clutching my throat, then crawled out, collapsing completely when I got level with the rest. The air came back and I gasped for breath for a few minutes.

“Slave, stand up and stay in line.” M stood before me waving the fob. “I warn you now, disobedience will not be tolerated! Stand up!”

I shook my head, rolled over and sat up instead.

“I said on your feet! Now!”

Another shake of the head.

He pointed his fob again and I… Oooch, that was a bad one. I scrambled up.

“It seems we have a problem slave this time, so…” M sighed and shook his head. “Welcome to your new lives. As you all know, the suits you wear are with you for life. They will never be removed. They can’t be removed. The same goes for your additions. The tubes down your throat and the plug up your arse. All absolutely permanent. All absolutely impossible to remove. This is your life now but it isn’t your final destination. At the end of your training here, you’ll be transported to your master. An island paradise in the making and you’ll be the ones doing that making.”

I looked at my hands in mock horror, shook my head and stepped back. I tried tearing off the suit again.

“Blank! Take your place! Now! And stop wasting your time.”

Another shock forced me back in line. Oh god I laughed and the good thing about laughing in the suit is, sobs. Uncontrollable sobs.

M shook his head and continued. “You all took the suit willingly. Why that one’s reacting as it is I have no idea. Now, those who still feel any discomfort from your additions, stay where you are. Everyone else, step forward and hold your palm open and flat.”

I didn’t step forward.

Again M walked down the line and stood in front of me. “You feel pain down there?”

I didn’t respond.

“Answer the question.”

Still no response from me. Total lack of cooperation.

M sighed. “I’ll assume not then.” He gripped my wrist and I put up a feeble struggle to resist as he raised my arm and forced my hand open. I took a deep breath, knowing what was to come. He nodded behind his back and a second later, I froze solid.

“We’re now going to demonstrate what happens if you attempt to leave this place. There is an exit and once you’ve experienced this, we’ll trust most of you not to attempt to go near it because this is what happens if you do. Any attempt to escape and this is what happens. For the rest of you, ten seconds. As this one seems to be more troublesome, twenty.”

And another oh fuck moment. I’d experienced worse. A lot worse but it was still bad. The moment I unfroze a few minutes later after he’d done the same to everyone else in line, I collapsed into a ball and mock-sobbed.

A few minutes later arms under my armpits forced me back to my feet.

“Now. Those who submit to us, step forward. This is what you all wanted after all, a lifetime of slavery. You’ve got your wish.”

All of them stepped forward. I didn’t.

“Still resisting? Perhaps this will convince you. Hold your fingers up to indicate how good it feels.”

Again, no response from me as the tingle became a pleasure, the pleasure became ecstasy and then moved through to pain again.

“What the fuck is wrong with you. Those of you who took the fob, two days freedom from duties and free access to all facilities. That includes you but only when you’ve submitted. Go back to your cage.”

I ignored him. I just stood there.

I could tell from his posture M was getting angry.

“Everyone else in line. Dismissed. Have some fun. If you hear a call, make your way to B1 for your initial interview, B2 for your physical evaluation or B3 for your fetish one. All our current lot, back to work. Thirteen, Fifteen. Grab this one and drag it to the fucking rec room. Let’s see what it has to say for itself. Twelve, grab the laptop.”
* * *
They forced me into the chair facing M, the laptop open in front of me. Thirteen and Fifteen stood behind me and Twelve, Seventeen and Beta sat on each side of him.

“Now, speak.”

I folded my arms.

He held up his fob. “I’m warning you, Blank. Speak. Now.”

I reached for the laptop. “I’m not in the military. So. Thad Watson. No rank. No serial number.”

“Why are you being so resistant?”

“Fuck you. Thad Watson, no rank, no serial number.”

Twelve stared at me. “What the hell’s wrong with it?”

“Well I don’t know, do I? It isn’t exactly being forthcoming and I don’t think we’re going to get anything out of it like this. I’ll ask Q for advice.”

He grabbed the laptop, spun it and a second later, the Skype outgoing call sounded.

“Yes?”

“Sir. We’ve got a blank here. It’s refusing to cooperate, sir. Completely refusing. It won’t even speak, only repeating its old name and no rank, no serial number.”

“What does the info you have on it say?”

“Just a minute, sir. I’ll look.” M tapped on his armband. “Ah… Taken… No… Not taken. Given? Given to you by its old master. In Atlanta. Wait… Atlanta?”

“I see. He did speak to me and I think I know what’s going on. Get it in front of the TV.”

“Thirteen, Fifteen.”

Again, arms under my armpits. They lifted me out of the seat and carried me to the sofa. Again, they forced me down onto it and placed the computer on my lap.

A second later, Q appeared. “Ah, so this is the troublesome blank, is it?”

I couldn’t see M but I imagine he nodded as he spoke. “Yes, sir.”

“What you heard, blank, is true. You’re my slave now. I own that complex and every single person in it, including you.”

I reached for the keyboard. “You? You’re their leader?”

“Yes. You could put it like that.”

“Well, fuck you too! I’d never bow to you! I’ll never do what you want.” I put on another series of mock sobs. “You killed my niece! My sister lost a leg because of you! Torture me all you like. You’ll have to kill me because I’ll never join you in killing children!”

Q reacted as I expected him to. He did a fair approximation of shock. Probably enough to convince M. “What do you mean, killing children!?”

“You bombed those schools! Of course you”

“We weren’t responsible for”

“Oh really? I saw it! I chased the fucker but we lost him in an alley! And now I’m surrounded by dozens of terrorists. What the fuck”

“They’re not terrorists! They’re slaves. Didn’t you see the sign on his back?”

I nodded.

“That was our doing. It did submit to the suit you wear. It did make its way there after the bombing. It thought it could use the suit and our promise of transportation to escape but the moment that truth had come to light we sent it… Or thought we’d sent it right back there to face justice. We’re no more terrorists than you are. Unfortunately, due to a serious screw up by one of my slaves, the wrong man was sent. He barely escaped Atlanta with his life. We still have the real bomber there and trust me, it is not enjoying itself and we will be sending it back to Atlanta.”

“Look, just get me out of this thing and send me home! My master”

“I told you, your master gave you to us. The suit you wear cannot be removed. I suggest you watch this.” Q rattled on his keyboard and the picture changed.

Dominic sat at a desk wearing one of the Russian army uniforms we’d… saved from the soldiers. He had a serious expression. Trying his best to look sad, in fact.

“Boy, I’m in trouble. Serious trouble. A number of… accounting irregularities have been identified and traced back to me. This is the last time you’re likely to see me. By the time you see this I’m probably going to be in prison and my lawyer says even if I plea bargain, I’m likely to get ten years. I realise you’ve probably woken into a nightmare. I’m sorry for that. I knew you’d resist if I told you, so I dosed your last breakfast before taking you to the store in town and getting you suited up.”

I recoiled into the sofa.

“I know you’re probably looking around in horror right now but I’ve spoken in depth to your new Master. You did make me promise when I took ownership of you that you would never be released from slavery. That if anything ever happened to me, I would arrange a new owner for you. I have. Master Q is the best there is and what you have to look forward to in that suit is the best life, according to him at least, that a slave could wish for. I’m sorry, boy. I know it’s a shock.

How did I find them? That’s simple. We were both out that night chasing that monster down and when I saw that suit, I knew there was more to it than just a punishment. It was too perverted, too… hot for just a punishment. I found the store that had them on display. It was in Atlanta and I enquired. They confirmed my suspicions. The bomber arrived there fifteen minutes after he triggered them. Sealed and shipped to where you are weeks before any video footage of him pushing that button was made public.”

There was a wooden knock in the background.

“They’ve come for me. I’m sorry, boy but I’ve put you in the best place it’s possible for you to be. You asked for a life of slavery. Now, you’ve got it and Q has assured me, you’ll die a slave under his ownership and I don’t mean he’ll kill you, I mean you’ll be a slave until you die of old age. Do well boy. Do your best. I’ve got to go.”

The screen returned to Master Q.

I curled up into a ball and began the mock sobbing again.

“Blank, look at me.”

I continued sobbing, ignoring him. As far as I was concerned in this persona he hadn’t addressed me.

“Slave, look at me.”

I looked up mid sob. I shifted and moved the laptop. “What’s all this blank bullshit?”

“Sir.”

I sagged. “Sorry, sir.”

“I realise it’s a shock. That you’re pretty clueless about your situation right now is clear. You are mine, just as all those other slaves you saw are but you are no longer called Thaddeus. As a master it is within my rights to rename any slave as I see fit. Your name now is Blank, just as the majority of the slaves there are. My method of reward includes advancement in rank. All slaves begin as blank. If they work well, if they impress me, they are granted a name. M behind you was advanced to gold some time ago, which is the highest. As for your master, I’ve been following the progress of his… situation… He has been convicted of multiple counts of embezzlement, securities fraud and corruption. He has been sent down for fifteen years. You’ll never hear from him again.”

“How do I… Why can’t I talk? Is this gag… Why can’t I even groan?”

“You have tubes down your windpipe. No, you’ll never talk in the traditional sense again. My slaves do have a method of communication which you will be taught. I like my slaves silent but there is a far more important purpose to them.”

“How in god’s name could he think this was a good place for me?”

“It is, trust me. I’m a merciful and caring master, Blank. I understand your shock but once you’ve seen the place, you’ll see how good it can be. M, has it experienced the pleasure yet?”

“Yes, sir. But as it refused to cooperate, I’ve got no idea what its level is. I imagine as I went through them it became painful in the end.”

“Take its levels properly.”

I typed again. “It too? So I’m not even a person anymore?”

“Not yet. If you do well you will become one again. A blank is an object. If you see a slave with a silver number on the back of its head, it is still an “it” but it does have a name. Only gold regains a modicum of humanity and an artificial voice in the form of the armband M wears.”

“But why all this? Why is it impossible to..”

“The suit you wear isn’t just a means of control, Blank. It’s a means of protection. My island is a toxic wasteland for the most part. We’re restoring it to life. We have a small, half mile wide semicircle of tropical paradise around the main compound here, restored by my slaves. Trust me again, you’ll see the suit as a blessing when you join us. You have a lot more freedom in a suit than out of one. Now… I imagine you’ve been too preoccupied with fear of terrorists and such to do this before now. Feel it. Feel yourself.”

I did as I was told. I acted like it was the first time I’d felt the suit. I began to caress myself much as many newbies did.

“Oh… my god. How can it feel so good? Rubber’s normally hot and clammy!”

“It isn’t rubber. Rubber could easily be removed. Do you understand now? Are you willing to submit now that you know the truth?”

I sagged. I nodded.

“Good. M. Take its pleasure levels and ensure that submission becomes genuine by giving it an hour. Take it to the wet room for that.”

“Yes, sir.”