2019-04-12 - spike - The New Shop 109

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 109
Date: 12 April 2019

Chapter 109
Another call, this time to the dungeon and the results amazed me. Every single thing, positive. Of course, the cock and ball torture was no longer possible but other than that, a full reaction and what’s more, I didn’t need the female voice to trigger such responses. Even being used as a urinal had my cock struggling to burst out of its cage.

They’d had to call on the help of the sarge, Alpha, the shrink, Beta and Omega to fulfil that… requirement this time. Everyone else it seemed was now unable to piss into a funnel in a directed way. Only the humans and ones in temp suits could have their chastity removed.

My experiences with Q had seriously swung my sexual orientation. Those kisses. Being fucked by him. Being edged by Five. I thought back to my first ever conversation with Q, when he’d asked what situation my slave was in and if he had enough water and I’d reacted violently against the insinuation that I was a fag.

Now? Fuck me, I was. If not fully, I was definitely half and half and couldn’t be happier. I suppose I’d had a few bigoted tendencies myself in those early days. Those were long gone and now it was time for me to try to help someone else overcome theirs.

I clambered into the middle cage and slammed the door behind me. Two of the cages opposite were still empty but I knew one of them would soon be occupied by the bigot.

The first to arrive took the top cage, it slammed the door and immediately started signing.

“God that was a good day.”

“I know. Scared the shit out of me this morning, waking here but now, never looking back.”

“Scared… Jesus, what was… You were the… Why did you resist so much?”

“I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Did you see the news a few months ago? The school bombings?”

It nodded.

“I’m from Atlanta. My master arranged this for me. He didn’t tell me. I just woke up facing what I thought was a terrorist. It was in the same suit as the bomber after all.”

“I… I’d never even thought. Why do we look like him?”

“It. It is in one of these suits after all and if anyone doesn’t deserve to be thought of as human anymore that thing’s top of the list. It thought it could use this to escape.” I pointed at my suit. “Didn’t last long once the truth came out. They tried to ship it back to Atlanta with a nice big sign on its back saying who it was and what it’d done. They sent the wrong slave by mistake.”

“Fuck! How?”

“Dunno, but there was some screw up, something got confused obviously.”

“So they killed one of us?”

“According to master Q, no. He made it back here. The experience nearly killed him though.”

“Where… where is here anyway?”

“M said something about New York.”

“But the news said he’d been run down, shot and had his throat slit!”

“You’ve not tried to cut this thing with a knife yet, have you?”

“No, why?”

“It can’t be cut. When they say permanent, god do they mean it. It saved his life.”

“How the hell did he make it all the way back to New York dressed like this?”

I shrugged. “He did. That’s all that matters. The terrorist, the real one. Still here, somewhere. Q said it’s not enjoying its stay.”

“I should hope not! What are they going to do with it?”

“Send it back to Atlanta. Properly this time. Dunno when though.”

“So your master gave you to this Q guy? And didn’t even tell you? What did you do wrong?”

“Me? Nothing. I asked him never to allow me freedom from slavery. If anything happened to him, to arrange a new owner. He did. He’s currently serving fifteen years for fraud.”

It sagged onto the bed. “Fuck! So your reaction…”

“He drugged me before I was suited up. I’d never seen it before this morning. I woke up paralysed with the most amazing things going on in my butt. That scared me but after a while I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Next thing I knew, wake up, cage, one of you shaking me.”

“So you resisted because…”

“Terrorists. I’d only ever seen one suit and it was on the bomber.”

“How are you now? You seem fine.”

“Q played a video of my old master explaining things. I’ll miss him but he did do exactly what I’d asked. I’m a slave for life. I think I’m learning to like it.”

It nodded as the door opened again. This blank dragged its feet into the cell in the most despondent way I’d ever seen. It looked at us, shrank into the cages and clambered into the middle one. I gave it a prod as it was doing so. It batted my hand away and slammed the door the moment it was inside.

“What’s up?”

It ignored me.

“Look, I’m trying to be friendly here, what is wrong with you?”

It stiffened. “I ain’t talkin’ to no niggers!”

“Ah, so you’re that one. I saw what you said to him and what he said back. I’m not black. Looks like I’m your token white guy.”

It looked at the top and bottom cages. “And them?”

“If he carried out his threat, so what? What difference does it make?”

“It makes all the fucking difference!”

I looked at the ceiling. “You’re starting a new life, Blank. A completely new life. Why not start with a blank slate too. Lose all those fucked up ideas you picked up in your old one?”

“There’s nothing fucked up”

“Of course there is. We’re in fucking 2022 not 1822! Society moved on decades ago. Why do you hate them so much?”

“Have you seen how they live?”

“Seems to me, if there’s anything wrong with the way they live, it’s because of people like you keeping them down. Nothing to do with them. OK… Different tack. You’re a slave.”

“So?”

“What’s the first duty of any slave?”

“To please his master, so what?”

“If Q saw fit to promote Twelve to gold, he must’ve done something to earn that promotion. Who the fuck are you to question that?”

“How do I know Q isn’t a”

I waved my hand. “Before you use the N word again, stop. I’ve spoken to Q. He, I can assure you, is most certainly not black. He’s also not a racist asshole like you. In these suits there is no color. No prejudice. See it like that, please! You could’ve had it fucking good here but you’re the one screwing it up for yourself. What does it matter if Twelve’s ancestors were born in Africa? He wasn’t. He was born American.”

“It’s not that easy!”

“Did you know, did you even have a clue Twelve was black before he told you he was?”

It shook its head.

“So if he hadn’t told you, you would’ve blindly assumed every single slave here was white under the suit?”

It nodded.

“Well to me that means it doesn’t make a difference. If you can’t tell someone’s race just by talking to them it means they are just the same as us.”

“They’re not the same! They’re ruining the country. I’m proud to be”

Again I waved my hand to stop him. “It was your ancestors that brought them. Enslaved them. Forced them to work, sometimes worked them to death. If there hadn’t been a market for tobacco, cotton and sugar cane, they would’ve never been transported to America, true?”

It nodded.

“So why do you hate them? I don’t understand your attitude. Your people wounded them deeply. Ripped them from their homes. Their families. Treated their descendants like shit. Segregated them until the laws changed to forbid that and still you hate them and treat them like shit now. They’re the victims, not you!”

“But not yours?”

“Oh, we got screwed too, but not nearly as badly as them. I’m fifth generation Irish.”

“I can’t”

“You’re here. The suit is permanent. There’s no way out. If a master orders you to do something, what do you do?”

“Do it of course.”

“So, if Twelve ordered you to lose the racist bullshit. What do you do?”

“But he’s not”

“He is. It’s clear Master Q delegates. He’s not here. The golds are. If M ordered you to lose the bullshit, would you?”

It sighed.

“If one of the human slaves did? Alpha’s the top dog here. Still a slave, but he rules the roost. Would you obey him?”

“I don’t know how!”

“It’s simple.”

“How then?”

“Stop looking beyond the suit! The suit defines us now, not the colour of our skin! You’ll never see your skin again so what difference does it make what colour it is!? See it like that!”

Again it sighed.

“You do realise white isn’t the default, don’t you?”

“What? Of course”

“Where did mankind evolve?”

It looked at the ceiling, clearly getting tired of being lectured. “Africa.”

“And if someone with a pale skin was born there, they likely would not have survived long enough in pre-history to pass on their genes, correct?”

“Why not?”

“They didn’t have sunblock in prehistoric times! But mankind moved out of Africa. They moved north. Into Europe. It’s colder. The sun’s weaker. Pale skin there’s a benefit not a curse. Therefore, we evolved pale skin and it helped us. Darker skin would’ve meant less vitamin D. In Africa the pigmentation protected them from the sun and they got enough vitamin D from it there. In Europe, we didn’t need that protection but we did still need the vitamin. We’re the evolutionary fluke. The ones who remained in Africa stayed black, the ones who moved out benefited from being paler. That is the only difference between us! Sunblock!”

Another sigh.

“Where did you get it from?”

“What from?”

“All this hatred? It’s not normal in this day and age.”

“I… Suppose my family. Everyone we knew.”

“And were they the same about gays?”

It stiffened. Then nodded. “My pappy pulled a gun on me when he found out. I was out of the house and disowned before I knew it.”

“And do you agree with him? Did you deserve that?”

It shook its head. “It was the worst day of my life. A friend saw me with someone. Well, I say friend. Didn’t take him long to tell my pa.”

“Your family screwed up your life, Blank. If you need someone to hate, hate them. They must’ve drilled this racism into you from birth. They were wrong about gays. They were wrong about blacks. You’ve got to change the way you think. It might be hard but if you don’t you’ll be in hell while the rest of us are loving it. Learn to put it all away. As I said, blank slate.”

It started to sob but nodded. “I’ve ruined this for myself. I was loving it until he dragged me across that table. If I find the blank who told me to ask that I’m going to murder the bastard.”

“Why did it suggest that? It can’t’ve been out of the blue. What did you say to it?”

I didn’t think it was possible for a person to sag even more than it had, but it did. “I asked him how did I know none of them were N”

I held my hand up again. “I get the message. So it told you to ask him for a white only cell?”

It nodded.

“And you actually used the N word? A complete stranger? We’re not in the Deep South anymore you know. The rest of the world sees that as the most offensive word it’s possible to speak unless it’s spoken by one of those rappers.”

“Where are we then?”

“My guess… New York. For now.”

“I’m screwed. He’s going to make my life hell! It’s bad enough him giving me orders but now I know he can make me do anything.”

“Look… I’ve given you my advice. Drop it. Lose that crap. Talk to him. Apologise. Explain your upbringing. Better still. Ask him for permission to actually get to know him as a person. You’ll soon see there’s no difference no matter the skin colour. You’ve never spoken to one before have you?”

“Of course I’ve spoken to”

“Properly spoken. Not just ten dollars of gas and make it snappy. A real conversation. You said you were getting on fine with him until you goofed. Hell, ask him in for a date! I… don’t know what they do about food here so maybe asking him out for a meal isn’t going to work but play a few games with him, there’s lots of stuff in those cupboards. Make friends with him.”

“Seriously?”

“Your choice. You can stay in hell if you like, but I wouldn’t want to be on a gold’s bad side.”

It slumped onto its pillow and stared up at the roof of its cage.