2019-10-07 - spike - The New Shop 135

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 135
Date: 07 October 2019

Chapter 135
Back down to the cage, I ushered it into its cell. “So?”

Blank’s shoulders sagged as it crawled back into its cage. It sat in the same way it had after its pleasure demonstration, cross-legged facing me.

“And you say this island’s even better?”

“I’ve been there. It is. Not just the dungeon either, they’ve got so many recreational facilities there, you’ll never be bored. You could even take up blacksmithing there if you wanted to learn.”

Its shoulders sagged. “And once there, that’s it. I’ll never see America again?”

“No. There’s only one way off that island and trust me, you do not want that to happen.”

“Off the island? How?”

“Simple. You refuse to work. You continue to resist. Master sells the slaves who don’t, as a friend of mine said recently, pull their weight. You wouldn’t have any say. Highest bidder, slave auction. You would have no idea what situation you’d end up in but that would be for the rest of your life. Consider that the slave equivalent of being fired.”

It shuddered.

“Speaking of which, if you have any hobbies or interests, ask. We already had an artist and a sculptor. If there’s anything you want to continue with, we might be able to arrange something. Master encourages his slaves to continue with their interests. Sometimes they prove useful to him.”

It shook its head, then paused. “Not me. But Francis”

“You mean Blank.”

“OK, OK. Blank writes.” Its fingers froze. “Oh shit, he keeps all his work on his laptop. He was in the middle of a novel!”

“Don’t worry, Blank. I’ll pass that on to Master. Did he… Well, I suppose he should, it’s common sense, really. Did he keep any backups online? If not, I suppose my master could send one of his men to get that computer. I’ll put it to him later. In the meantime, you teach your husband to speak and ask him.”

It nodded.

“Oh, and get used to using the word sir. Everyone above you, sir.”

It sighed. “Yes… Sir.”

“It’s a start.” I closed the cage and turned, then had an idea. “Oh. Don’t tell him about the cure. Not a word, yet. Understood?”

“Why? Sir?”

“It might implant an idea. If he doesn’t think about it, it might not occur to him. He might start suffering from some of those symptoms just because he’s expecting to. Keep it to yourself for a few days.”

“I suppose that makes sense. Thank you, sir.”

“Good. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow, as you experienced the fob, you’ll have a couple of free days. You can enjoy the dungeon, go to the gym, and have a proper conversation with some of the other slaves here. Read a book. Maybe watch a few more races.”

“More?”

“They televised the events on the island, Blank.”

“I… I thought I’d seen them all! Oh god, more…”

I nodded. “First one, I was the hunter. If you see a dog called Caesar…”

“Sir?”

“That’s your master. Yes, even he likes being a dog.”

I headed back to control.

When I got there, Fourteen was at the console.

“How’s it doing this time?”

It turned and signed to me. “It failed the first time, polishing the pipes, sir.”

“Another punishment?”

“As per your recommendations, sir. One minute for incomplete in the time allotted, another for a terrible job followed by instruction. It’s just finished.”

“And the standard of work this time?”

“Adequate, sir.”

I moved over to the dials, set them to 4, 2, 3 and dragged its new destination into the armband.

“Step into cubicle three, slave.”

There was no pause this time. No hesitation. It did as it was told.

The moment it was in there, I hit the button.

“Has it received any rewards yet?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, then I get to scare the shit out of it.”

Fourteen’s shoulders shook as it glanced at me. “How, sir?”

“I’ll simply use exactly the same phrases I used when it received its first punishment.” I tapped into the program on my armband.

“Standards of work” I paused and switched back to speech. “What was its standard of work for the floor the second time?”

“It completed it ahead of schedule and it was pretty good, sir.”

“Any more resistance?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” I switched back and continued. My voice sounded a few seconds later.

“Standard of work. Mopping the floor. Good. Two minutes. Completion ahead of schedule, one minute. Polishing the pipework, adequate, one minute. Obedience without resistance, one minute. Total, five minutes.”

Fourteen looked at me. “What’s so scary about that?”

“Last time, those were the lengths of time for its punishment. This time, pleasure. Only trouble is, we’ve not had the chance to take its level, yet. I’ll set it to five.”

It nodded. “Five seems about right until you can get a more accurate one. Even if it is too intense it’ll be good.”

“My thoughts exactly. Have you ever gone beyond your level, Fourteen?”

“No, sir.”

“Want to try? I have. I liked it.”

“Maybe later, sir.”

“Just say the word.” I set the level and hit send, activating the pleasure program for five minutes. Then I blackened its eyes.

“I’ve had an idea to screw with it even more, Fourteen. Tell the rest.”

“What idea, sir?”

“Its sense of time. I’ve read a few books on the age of sail. Pretty much required reading when you owned a yacht. They used to work on a two watch system aboard military vessels.”

“Watches?”

“Port and Starboard watches. Each watch was four hours. Four hours work, four rest. If we tune its body clock to that, it may think a month’s passed in less than a week. I know how being immobile can skew your sense of time. Each of you take one of those shifts. Five in a day, plenty of time for sleep for the rest of us. Feed it a third of a portion each time it rests. A wash a day should still be fine though.”

It nodded.

“I think it’s time for our police friends. I’ll release Blank from its cage too, to rejoin them. I imagine its partner’s getting worried by now. Once I’m done here, go down and give it a full portion this time. It’ll need it.”

“Yes, sir.”

I nodded, tapped into my armband and dialled the cage up, opening it.

“Wait a few minutes, Blank. I’m just about to release your comrades and summon them to the rec room, then you will be too.” I deselected it, selected the others.. “Wake up. Brace your knees, I’ll release the freeze. Then follow the instructions you receive. I seriously advise you to do it rather than resist to see what happens.”

A quick twist of the dials, a few taps of the button and I glanced up at the screen. One of them had fallen over. The rest stepped out.

The one that’d fallen sprang to its feet, looked down at itself and ran to the mirror, tugging at its chastity. The others followed and tugged at theirs too.

“Yes, gentlemen. My master doesn’t allow his slaves the pleasure of jacking off. Yours will only be removed during the dungeon evaluation. After that, they remain locked in place for the duration. Before we continue, I did warn you how painful it could be. Feel yourselves now, though. Hair really does detract from the sensation of the suit.”

As they started stroking themselves, I turned to leave. “I’ll get down to the rec room while they’re doing that. You, food for the trash slave. Once it’s fed, back to control.”

It nodded. “Yes, sir.”

We left control together but I let Fourteen continue in the elevator without me. I rushed into the back room to my cage to strip. No more Leatherman uniform for a while. I did retain the gloves though.

I selected all the cops, added them to the program, set the destination to the rec room and returned to the panel to summon the elevator for myself.
* * *
I was arranging the chairs when they arrived. I selected the blank that had been Kowalski. “You. Sit beside me. We’re going to teach them how to talk and I think you have something to tell them.”

The middle one nodded and increased its pace as I sat. It did as it was told.

“Welcome gentlemen. Now as you’re aware, Lieutenant Yarrow has opted to experience our life in full during its stay. Mr Kowalski has also opted to do the same. More in fact. It doesn’t care about its hair, so it will leave this place as bald as a coot. It wants to retain the full feeling of the suit. Please, take your seats and we’ll teach you how to talk.”

One of them ran over to the seats. It sat and stared at us.

I gave Blank a nudge. It nodded and began, slow, deliberate, large letters.

It told them what it’d done, what had happened after it arrived after it was released from its freeze.

The one who’d run forward started signing.

“W.h.a.t . d.o . y.o.u . m.e.a.n . y.o.u . l.i.k.e.d . i.t? . . L.i.k.e.d . w.h.a.t?”

Blank had reduced the size of its gestures and increased its speed, so there was no need for me to speak slowly. I held up the fob. “While you’re here, this offers us total control over you, but it’s protected. Take it and hold it for ten seconds. All of you. You’ll know never to snatch one if you’re ordered to do something you disagree with once you’ve experienced it.”

I held the fob in front of the one I presumed was called Donnelly. Kowalksi’s partner.

“W.h.y? . . W.h.a.t . . d.o.e.s . . i.t . . d.o?”

“Take it. And hold it for ten seconds.”

The moment it grasped it, it curled into a ball and started to shake. It slid off the chair.

I gave it a count of ten before yanking it from its hand. I held it to the next one. This one took it without question. I could only assume it was Yarrow.

It curled into a ball too, but it managed to retain its seat and dropped it on the ten count.

I held it for the next.

“W.h.a.t . t.h.e . h.e.l.l? . . W.h.a.t . i.s . t.h.a.t . t.h.i.n.g?”

“I told you what it is. Take it.”

“N.o! . . I.t . . l.o.o.k.s . . p.a.i.n.f.u.l!”

“It is, but it’s something every slave needs to experience. Take it.”

It shook its head.

“I could make you. I strongly suggest you learn to obey. Things could get unpleasant for you if you don’t. Yes, it’s painful. But it is necessary.”

Again it shook its head.

“Very well.” I selected Fourteen. “Lockdown the moment I nod after pulling its arm out, Fourteen. Give it ten seconds.”

A mechanical voice emerged, probably typed in from the computer in control. “Yes, sir.”

I stood before it and before it knew what I was doing, I grabbed its arm, yanked it straight and with my other hand, placed the fob on it and nodded before it could yank it away again.

The whole room froze, me included. Only my hands remained mobile thanks to the gloves. Figured I might need them to talk while frozen… Little bonus…

I counted to ten and lifted the fob and at the same time, it collapsed into a ball similar to the other two.

“Understand this now. The suits provide us with absolute control over you. If we tell you to do something, you do it. You don’t refuse. You don’t hesitate. You don’t question, you do it. My master has extended his hospitality to all five of you. For three, there won’t be many commands, but the ones you receive, you do. Comprende?” I held the fob out for the last one. “Take it.”

The final one did as it was told. It stood stock still, jerking, but didn’t curl into a ball.

After its ten seconds were up, again, I retrieved my fob.

“Good. Hopefully, that’s the end of the unpleasantness. If you do disobey, however, that isn’t the only pain program we possess.”

Donnelly was back on its feet and glared at me. “You torture your slaves into submission?”

“No. That was what we call escape protocol. The biggest insult a slave can give to a master, especially in one of these suits, is to attempt an escape. It knew what it was getting into when it took on the suit and knows there’s no way to reverse the decision. I think you can understand my master’s aversion to people in suits such as this just wandering around outside, as a friend might say, willy nilly. You know how much unwelcome attention they draw from first-hand experience.”

It nodded.

“Well, regular slaves do get to see an exit to this place. That exit is protected and you just felt what happens if you try to get near it. The fob’s capable of a hell of a lot more though. We treat our slaves well. More carrot than stick. Tell me when it starts to hurt.”

It collapsed back into its chair in shock and squirmed, then held its hand up.

I activated five minutes of pleasure for it and waited for the others to recover.

When they had, I took their levels too and gave them the same.

Donnelly was the first to stop squirming. Its fingers hovered in indecision. It looked at its partner. “I . s.e.e . w.h.a.t . y .o.u. l.i.k.e . n.o.w!”

I shook my head. “Oh, it liked that, yes. It also liked holding the fob.”

Its attention snapped to me. “W.h.a.t . t.h.e . f.u.c.k? . . H.o.w . t.h.e . h.e.l.l . c.a.n . a.n.y.o.n.e . l.i.k.e . t.h.a.t?”

“You might like the irony. Some people are true masochists. True, as we call them, pain pigs. Seems your partner’s a pig in more ways than one.”

Blank nodded. “Who knew? Certainly not me. Now, oh god I’m looking forward to the rest of this. I’m going to have a lot of fun here. Have you seen the dungeon?”

Donnelly shook its head. “W.e.l.l . n.o.t . p.r.o.p.e.r.l.y . . W.e . w.e.r.e . d.o.g.s”

Blank looked at me. “Can we?”

“Of course. Everyone but one saw it. We gave them the tour while they were still dogs. Seems only fair to let them see everything as a human too, but we do have something else to do, first.”

“What?”

I deselected them and returned to my armband. “Alpha, is Sarge still Bilko or is he back to being a blank?”

“Blank, Arty. I don’t know where it is though. Might even be in the store, on display. Why?”

“It’s nearly time we demonstrated the removal of the suit.”

“I’ll go up and explain. I imagine Eric’ll be a bit disappointed.”

“Well, we do as we’re told. Has Q given him instructions on what to do when the Sarge is back yet?”

“I’ll ask him.”

I nodded and returned my attention to them. “Before you ask, I was just locating the blank about to be removed from its suit. I did say we had someone to demonstrate a suit’s removal.”

One of them put its hand up.

“Yes?”

“Sorry, sir. I… Did he say he’s taking the full treatment, repeated de-hairing included?”

I nodded. “It did, yes. Get used to using it. Both Kowalski and… You’re Yarrow?”

“I am.”

“Not anymore. For the full term of imprisonment in that suit, your name is Blank. It makes things much less complicated. One blank or a hundred, it doesn’t matter which we assign to what. You’re a faceless nameless rubber object until you’re out of the suit. A tool. Not a person. An it. A thing.”

“Thank you, sir. I… I think I like that idea. Blank.” It nodded. “My name is Blank. Thank you for naming me, sir. I wish I could do the same as it, sir. But I’m a higher rank, it’d never be acceptable.”

“You’ve really been boning up on slave behaviour, haven’t you?”

It chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

The one I’d forced to take the fob had finally recovered enough to crawl back onto its seat. It stared at me. “I . h.a.t.e . t.h.i.s . . I . w.a.n.t . o.u.t . . N.o.w”

I checked my armband. “Ah. Polson, is it?”

“Y.e.s!”

“Request denied. You’re here. This is where you’ll remain until the races.”

“B.u.t”

“You agreed, after all. A slave doesn’t get to leave just because it’s had enough. If it’s in one of these suits, which most of them are,” I prodded myself. “it committed its life and gave itself to my master. It will never be released. So no. You’re not getting out. Learn to live with your decision.”

“B.u.t… B.u.t . . h.e.r.e? . . F.o.r . h.o.w . l.o.n.g? . . I . c.a.n.t . e.v.e.n .”

“You can’t talk. Live with it. You’re communicating now, and with a little practice.” I twiddled at full speed. “You’ll be doing it as quickly as I am.” I returned to the armband. “You committed yourself to this just as our slaves do. The only difference is, you will be released. You agreed to race. That will be in a few weeks’ time. Our job is to train you so you are capable of racing. You’re the dog who wanted out, too, aren’t you?”

It nodded.

“So you haven’t actually seen our facilities yet?”

It shook its head.

“Well. I don’t think it’ll hurt if you look around here first. Our rec room is quite well equipped. And you did exhibit a certain affinity to being in bondage, so you may even like some of the gear in the dungeon. Don’t dismiss this or resist now, Polson. You claim to hate it. You’ll hate it even more if you force us to punish you, won’t you?”

It sighed and nodded.

“Do well, and you’ll be rewarded with the pleasure you just felt. One hour of it a week. Cause trouble and” I selected a sharp level seven zap. It jumped. “You’ll get more of that.”

“S.t.o.p . I.t.! . . I.t . h.u.r.t.s!”

“You know what to do to stop it, Polson. Here, you have zero choices. You do as you’re told. You obey without question or hesitation. No more pain from me, I promise, if you obey and accept where you are. And stop complaining. Do you understand?”

It sagged. “Y.e.s”

“Yes, what?” I held the fob up again.

“Y.e.s. . s.i.r!”

“Better. You may have a few hang-ups. I suggest you bite down hard on your gag and get over yourself. You’re likely to learn a lot about yourself while you’re here. Just as Kowalski has. I sincerely hope you learn to like a lot of it.”

It stared at its feet.

“Well go on then! Have a look around. Including the cupboards at the back. You may even be pleasantly surprised. You all might as well, as you’re here anyway. Then I’ll show you the gym again and you can have a proper look at that. It’s where most of you will be spending the majority of your time after all.”

It stood and headed towards the cupboards.

“Oh, and Polson.”

It turned. “Y.e.s … S.i.r?”

“When we evaluate in the dungeon, we’ll allow you to do almost everything we do to you, to someone else. I’ll let you do it to me. That includes whips, paddles, riding crops and nipple clamps.”

It jumped. “I . t.h.o.u.g.h.t . y.o.u . s.a.i.d . n.o . m.o.r.e . p.a.i.n!”

“Well, after your evaluation, no more pain. None up your butt from me unless you refuse to cooperate. There are many different kinds of pain. You may even get turned on by some of them. That’s the point of the evaluation.”

“W.h.a.t . d.i.d . y.o.u . m.e.a.n . a.l.m.o.s.t . e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g?”

I tapped my chastity.

“B.u.t . I.m . i.n . t.h.e . s.a.m.e . t.h.i.n.g!”

“Yours can be removed. Mine is on for the rest of my life. Slaves do not jerk themselves off.”

“Oh, fuck! Life?” it shifted uncomfortably. “In this?”

I chuckled. “Getting you a little turned on again, eh? I told you. It seems bondage may be your thing after all.”

It stiffened, then its head sank and it nodded.

“Well, then. Learn to love that rather than hating yourself for liking it and you’ll never look back.”

I sat and watched them explore for a few minutes before I stood and walked towards one of the screens.

“Gentlemen. If you’d care to join me.”

I picked up the remote and selected the menu. The others gathered around as I pointed.

“Most of you have only seen a few brief highlights. One of the things I suggest you do during your spare time is see what you have to look forward to.”

I selected one of the races and hit play. Second episode to skip the training regime.

“One rule we have here. Anyone who’s suffered the fob gets free time to compensate. Yours will be tomorrow. Your movements may be slightly restricted, depending on what else we’re doing, but you should have relatively free movement throughout the complex. If you get a brief shock up your butt when you press an elevator button, it means request denied. Try later.” I hit stop. “Now follow me.”