2019-04-06 - spike - The New Shop 108

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 108
Date: 06 April 2019

Chapter 108
My call came soon after N’s. In my case, back to the gym.

M awaited me. Seventeen was also present, putting another blank through its paces.

He pointed at the treadmill. “Five miles. Begin.”

My goal this time was easy. I didn’t push myself. In fact, if anything, I attempted to make myself appear unfit. I started at a run but by the half way point, I began to struggle. At three miles, I stumbled. At three and a half, I collapsed to my knees and slid off the end of the treadmill.

“A disappointing performance, Blank.”

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t get the opportunity to exercise much. My master’s house didn’t have a gym and the only time I was permitted out was to go to the grocery store, sir. Push ups and sits ups was all I could manage, sir. I suppose that and a balanced diet meant at least I gained a six pack.”

He nodded. “Well, that’s why we’re here. To build up your baseline fitness level. A level you will be tested on every month and something we expect you to consistently better.”

“Yes, sir. It’ll be good to be fit again, sir.”

“As you did press ups, I’ll expect your performance on the weights to be considerably better.”

“I’ll try, sir.”

He nodded and pointed at the first set. It was a pull rather than a push, but I did allow myself to do better at it. I didn’t collapse before the last rep, but I did struggle and fail to lift a weight half of what I knew I could.

M again ticked something on his clipboard and I moved on through the rest. My baseline in the end, about a third of what I knew I was capable of but it did work out a few kinks from being frozen for so long again.

“You’re better at the sign language now at least. Getting some practice in?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve spoken to another blank who’s had instruction in it, we both started getting quicker as we talked, sir. I liked it, sir.”

“Good. And very good. You called it an it.”

I nodded. “I think the shock’s over, sir. I think I’m going to like this.”

“Excellent! Now, go back to the rec room or continue here. You’re free until you get a call from the dungeon.”

“Yes, sir. Did you...” I rapped my chastity again.

“Yes, I’ve spoken to Q. It can’t be removed. And I don’t just mean here, I mean ever. It’s as permanent as the suit. It does however have the required functionality built in. I can still monitor your sexual arousal during the dungeon evaluation.”

I looked down at it. Gave it a tug. “Never?”

“Our master doesn’t like his slaves enjoying a sexual release. There are no keys. The lock doesn’t even have a keyhole. There is no way to remove it.”

“Oh fucking hell, sir. That’s” I shifted uncomfortably. “Fucking horny, sir. I love chastity. Handing my master the keys when I first arrived there was the scariest thing I’ve ever done but…”

“We have other means of receiving pleasure.”

“Oh god, you’re not wrong there. I love it! Thank you, sir.” I ran off back to the elevator.
* * *
Back in the rec room. Back in the seat I’d taken earlier, I sat opposite N… Or…

“Croydon?”

It looked at me and shrugged. I increased the size and slowed down again.

“S.o.r.r.y. . I . w.a.s . t.a.l.k.i.n.g . t.o . a.n.o.t.h.e.r . b.l.a.n.k . e.a.r.l.i.e.r . b.e.f.o.r.e . I . w.a.s . c.a.l.l.e.d . t.o . t.h.e . g.y.m.”

“R.e.a.l.l.y? . T.h.i.s . i.s . h.o.w . w.e . t.a.l.k?”

“S.e.e.m.s . t.o . b.e . t.h.e . o.n.l.y . w.a.y . . W.e.r.e . m.u.t.e . f.o.r . l.i.f.e.”

“I . k.n.o.w . a.n.d . I . l.o.v.e . i.t . . I.t.s . j.u.s.t . s.o… I.n.e.f.f.i.c.i.e.n.t . . W.h.o . c.a.m.e . u.p . w.i.t.h . i.t? . . T.h.e.r.e.s . a . b.e.t.t.e.r . w.a.y . y.k.n.o.w.”

“I . s.u.p.p.o.s.e . t.h.e . s.l.a.v.e.s . c.a.m.e . u.p . w.i.t.h . i.t . t.h.e.m.s.e.l.v.e.s . . I.v.e . g.o.t . n.o . i.d.e.a . h.o.w . l.o.n.g . t.h.i.s . h.a.s . b.e.e.n . g.o.i.n.g . o.n . b.u.t . M . s.a.i.d . h.e.s . b.e.e.n . i.n h.i.s . s.u.i.t . f.o.r . f.i.v.e . y.e.a.r.s.”

“F.i.v.e? . . S.p.e.e.d . u.p . . I . w.a.n.t . t.o . s.e.e . i.f . I . c.a.n . f.o.l..l.o.w . y.o.u . . I . s.h.o.u.l.d . b.e . a.b.l.e . t.o.”

“Really? So soon?”

“It’s a lot less complicated. Incredibly simple in fact, just spell everything out, but fuck me it’s slow.”

I sped up again. “How about now?”

He sped up too. “Still fucking slow.”

“How can you get so good so fast?”

It shrugged. “Flexible hands. Flexible mind. My sister’s deaf. Try this.” It signed something in a way I’d only seen in the bottom corner of a TV screen before now.

“Signing for the deaf?”

“Or deaf mute. Oh god it’s better than the one you’re using.”

“How?”

“A lot quicker, getting concepts and ideas across with a single gesture rather than spelling it out. It’s better in other ways too.”

“How?”

“For one, what I said there was Hello, it’s a beautiful day. Three gestures. For another, it’s not just any sign language, it’s an international one.”

I sat back in shock. “So, you could speak to anyone? From any country? Speak to them no matter what language they spoke?”

“They’d speak that one if they were deaf from birth. It’s not quite everyone but, well, every country has a few differences, but it makes things easier.”

“Tell Twelve when it’s time for your interview. This could be good. This could be… I think you’re going to like your life here. You may end up being a teacher.”

“Teacher?” It shuddered. “My cousin’s a teacher. She said it’s hell!”

“You wouldn’t be teaching children, Blank. You’d be teaching us! I think it’s a good idea anyway. Suppose it’s up to the golds and master to decide whether anything gets done with it though.”

It nodded. “I… I might just do that.”

“Do! God, it… You’re right. Even if you can sign quicker than typing on a laptop when you get good, it… It sounds a hell of a lot better.”

I glanced across at Twelve’s table when I detected movement. Another interview complete. Another blank sat before it.

It started with the laptop as usual but before long, Twelve folded it closed and began to sign. The blank signed back much more competently than the first few sentences normally spoken and the conversation continued for another few minutes.

More movement. I glanced across again. Twelve stood, his chair toppling to the floor. He reached across, dragged the blank by the neck across the table and with his other hand, started signing.

I smiled to myself. Thank you doctor for the super-vision. I could see it.

“What the fuck did you say?”

The blank flailed helplessly for a few seconds before Twelve let go. It scrambled back in obvious fright.

“But… But the blank told me to ask for a white only cell!”

“Which blank told you that? And why would it even suggest such a thing?”

“That one! Sitting right there!” It pointed at me. Time for some more fun at its expense.

Twelve looked across at me and beckoned. I shrugged and wandered over.

“Yes, sir?”

“What did you say to this blank?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ve even spoken to it before, sir. Why? What did it say that made you do that?”

“It says you suggested a white only cell?”

“But… We’re black, sir. Does master even make white suits?”

“I’m not talking about the suit, I’m talking about the skin underneath.”

“But… What difference does it make? We’re all identical now! No sir, that wasn’t me.”

Twelve returned his attention to the blank.

“Now, explain this fucking disgusting attitude.”

“What’s disgusting about it? All I said was I didn’t want to share a cell with no niggers!”

“I am a fucking, as you would put it, nigger. Oh my god I’m going to have some fun with you! You’re mine! I’ll make damned sure of that. You’ll always be under my command. You’ll never be in a cell with more than one white and what’s more, you’ll never advance. You‘ll be a blank for fucking life. No promotions!”

The blank had recovered from the shock now. It stood. It bristled. “I ain’t taking no fuckin’ commands from no coon!”

Twelve shook with laughter. “I control you, blank. I control every aspect of your being. Whether you see or hear.” Twelve pressed his fob. The blank stiffened. “I control when you piss” He pressed it again and a stream of piss flowed from the hole at the base of its chastity, “when you even breath” another press, it clutched its nose and sank to its knees, “and I also control whether you get pleasure or pain from the plug.” Another press, this time, obviously a zap. It leapt back to its feet, still struggling for air. “You experienced a little pleasure earlier, didn’t you? You experienced a lot more in that pod. I’m you’re fucking master, Blank and until you lose that racist attitude you’ll never experience any again!”

He pressed the fob again a few times. Obviously to restore things to normal.

The blank took a few deep breaths and stepped back. It looked at Twelve. It looked around, at the puddle on the floor.

“Go to the wet room, back wall closet, fetch a mop and clean that fucking mess up!”

It shook its head.

“Don’t make me force you, blank. I gave you an order!”

“Who the fuck are you to… I”

“I’m your master, Blank. I’m superior to rednecks like you in every fucking way. Now go!” He raised the fob and dangled it in front of the blank’s face. “This controls you, remember. I control you. Do as you’re told!”

The blank’s gaze followed it as if it was being hypnotized. Fuck me it was dumb, but I think Twelve had anticipated its stupidity by doing just what he was. It snatched it.

I couldn’t believe it. It’d had escape protocol demonstrated and yet still, the idiot snatched it. I stared at it as it collapsed to the floor in agony and began to writhe, began to struggle as its nose tubes sealed.

Twelve knelt before it and closed its fist on the fob preventing it from dropping it. He held it like that for a full minute before releasing it and snatching the fob away.

Twelve tapped onto his armband.

“Attention all blanks. We have a racist asshole among us. It actually had the nerve to ask me for a white only cell because it didn’t want to mix with niggers. Standing order from this point on. If the subject of race comes up in a conversation in the cells, tell the one who raised the topic that you are all descended from people with a skin tone darker than a deep tan. It doesn’t matter if you choose African American, Indian subcontinent such as India, Bangladesh or Pakistan, Australian Aborigine or Native American. Just ensure it thinks you’re not white. That is all.”

I glanced down at it. It was still struggling, paying too much attention to its recovery to pay any to me. “I take it that means it didn’t hear that, sir?”

Twelve nodded and twiddled. “I inverted the selection. Everyone here heard that apart from that… that thing.”

I chuckled.

Finally, it forced itself to its knees. Then to its feet.

“I will not repeat myself again, Blank. Go to the wet room, fetch a mop and bucket and clean up your mess! Now! Or by god I’ll make you suffer and there are things in this fob that would make you really regret crossing me! The wet rooms are in the cell blocks, press the panel, no button, double doors at the end of the corridor. Go.”

It backed away a few steps, turned and bolted to the elevator.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Could you arrange for me to be in a cage opposite? I’d like to help.”

He tapped me and looked at his armband. His head snapped up. “Fuck, you’re the… Oh god, I’m sorry.”

I sagged a little. “It’s OK sir. I admit I was terrified when I woke up this morning. I’m over the shock now, sir. Now that I know the truth. I was convinced I’d been captured by a terrorist training cell or something until” I took a deep breath. “I’m going to miss him, sir. But he’s right. I did ask him to never let me know freedom again, sir and I know now, here, I never will. M even told me this is permanent.” I tapped my chastity.

“And you’d willingly”

“It’s my duty as a good slave, sir. Do my best. It was his last order to me, sir.”

“I will, Blank. What did you have in mind?”

I shrugged. “Try to talk some sense into it, sir. I know enough about evolutionary theory to know white isn’t the default, sir. It’s just a mutation that held when humanity moved to northern climes where the sun was weaker.”

“Thank you, Blank. Permission to be the token white in the cell.”

I chuckled and nodded. “It probably would’ve never listened to me if I said I was black, sir. Thanks.”