2019-12-21 - spike - The New Shop 140

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 140
Date: 21 December 2019

Chapter 140
“… So, how do I know there’s a lot to love about the life you’ve been given? How can you trust me? That’s how. There’ve been ups and downs, but I’ve experienced one hell of a lot of it. There’s still a hell of a lot more to experience and god, I’m looking forward to it. And you know what the good thing is? Being a slave, you never know. You never have any idea what comes next because your master decides everything.”

I stood, put the chair back, grabbed a bottle of water and popped off its mouth cap before tipping it down.

Mouth cap back on, I turned to leave and glanced back at it. “I’ll speak to you when your scan’s complete. I hope my story had an impact and you start to see the good in your situation. Right now though, I’ve got some other slaves to deal with.”

I headed back down to the shop floor and wandered over to the counter before continuing.

“You were gone a while, Arty. What were you doing, telling it your life story?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. Well, the only part of my life that matters.” I tapped my mouth cap. “I hope after hearing all that, it might start looking forward to it.”

“You didn’t tell it about being stolen did you?”

“Of course. I already told them I’d experienced escape protocol first hand. Now it knows why. It also explained how the dog races came to be, of course. Racing across the city to get home.”

“What about shithead Khan?”

“That too. How else could I explain being released from the suit, eating, chatting with Q? Learning to love him? Giving myself back to him and getting this new one? I told it almost everything. I skimmed the unimportant bits, like how Slasher came to be. I didn’t mention being arrested, being under Eight’s not-so-tender mercies or Perkins showing up. Just the edited high and low lights.”

“Don’t you think you might’ve frightened the life out of it?”

“I did explain, every time something went wrong, we got that something fixed. I hope to” I paused and glanced at the rubber aisle. There was a customer… Well, I say customer. He really didn’t seem the sort. He was filthy, unkempt and his clothing ragged. I nodded and hit mute. “He doesn’t look like he can afford anything.”

Alpha’s gaze followed mine. He lowered his voice. “Who? Oh, fuck. Keep an eye on him, Arty. We might have another Stinky situation.”

“He looks even worse than Stinky. Must’ve been on the street for years judging by the beard.”

The man looked around nervously, fear flashed in his eyes when he looked at me and when his gaze fell on Alpha… It’s difficult to tell through the beard, but… Hatred? Disgust?

“Doesn’t look like he’s here for anything good. Certainly doesn’t look like he’s casing out the joint though.”


Alpha shrugged. “Might be raining and he just came in to shelter before he realised what type of store it was.”

I beckoned to him.

He stepped back in fright, stopped himself and sidled up, still nervous, still glancing from side to side. When he got to us his eyes widened even more at the sight of me.

“I know everything. Yes, everything. Now, I know it’s aliens too. Oh yes. Now I know it all.”

Alpha rolled his eyes. “And what is it you claim to know.” He snorted. “Aliens indeed.”

“I’ve seen them. I’ve seen them come in here. I’ve seen less of them leave. Some never do. Oh no, some…” He looked up at the ceiling. “They’re up there, aren’t they? You’re taking them away? You’re eating them, oh yes, that’s right, eating.”

I hit unmute. “You seriously think I’m an alien?”

“Oh yes. It’s obvious. Bald, bug out eyes…”

“Look around you, idiot. What do you see?”

He pointed at Alpha. “They’re in on it, aren’t they? The government know everything, don’t they? Oh yes, why else would an army man be in charge?”

“This is a store dedicated to the sexually adventurous. Rubber. Leather. Army uniforms. Alpha’s even less of an army man than you are!”

“But I seen ‘em. I ain’t seen ‘im enter but I ain’t seen none of the others leave neither. Oh no. Not through any door anyway. How does he? Beam me up, Scotty! That’s how.”

“This is a fucking fetish shop!”

“It’s a front! A front! That’s what it is. A front for human abductions. They come in, and” he wiggled his fingers towards the ceiling while whistling. “They never come out! Not through the door. They’re up there!”

I hit mute. “He’s deranged, but he still knows a little too much for comfort, Alpha. Yes, we’re a front for human trafficking. Do you have any of that tranquilliser or muscle relaxant under there? I think I can guess where this conversation’s going to end.”

Alpha nodded at the counter, then at the bum. He shook his head.

“I know, but what else are we going to do? We could always play on his delusions. If he realises he’s been abducted by aliens, by the time he gets to the island he might believe he is on another planet with no hope of ever leaving. Just tell him we’re human slaves taken by the aliens, because they need the labour to terraform a planet.”

I could tell Alpha was getting annoyed by my ideas. “Look, just what do you want?”

The bum’s expression changed from one of suspicion to… greed? “I won’t tell no-one. Oh no, I won’t tell a soul. I’ll keep the secret to my grave. If you give me a thousand dollars. If you don’t, I’ll start with the National Enquirer and work my way up to the New York Times.”

“Thought that was where it’d end up, Alpha. Money. I’d love to know what the hell he’s on. I wonder if he’s sane when he’s sober.”

It seemed my half of the conversation had attracted some attention, because Q spoke.

“What is all this, Artemis? Aliens? Terraforming?”

“A bum sir. He’s threatening to tell all to the press about people entering but never leaving. Seeing me, he’s convinced we’re a front for alien abduction. Almost right admittedly. Definitely abduction.”

“And you say he appears…”

“Utterly cracked is how I’d describe him, sir. Can you call up the store cam? Actually, thinking about it, can you get Stinky? Seems he might have moved in the same circles. He’s clearly on something and we know what Stinky was on.”

“Stinky? Damned good idea, just a moment.” There was a keyboard rattle. “Ah, good. It’s in the compound, I’ll summon it now. Keep this… person talking for a while. Depending on what Blank says…”

“Understood, sir.” I hit unmute. “I can assure you, I’m just a pervert who loves rubber so much I’ve decided to live in it. I am not an alien. Feel my hand.” I held up my hand to him.

He looked at it as if it was holding a scorpion.

“Go on. Feel my hand. Feel the bone structure. If that isn’t proof there’s a human being in this suit, I don’t know what will.” I held my hand up again.

“Why aren’t you speaking using your mouth? I know. Oh, I know. You don’t have a mouth, you”

I rolled my eyes and pointed at my hand again.

“No. Nonono. I ain’t touchin ‘no Venusian. No tellin’ what I might catch.”

I shook my head. “At least he didn’t say Martian.”

“Everyone knows Martians have three legs. I know that. I know everything. I want my money.”

It was Alpha’s turn again. “And just how do you know people enter but never leave? You can’t be outside all the time. You have to go… relieve yourself. Get food…”

“I’m always outside. Always. No-one sees me. No-one ever sees us. We never get seen, only stepped on. Pissed on. But they never look at us.”

“It’s us now? How many is us? Just who”

I butted in. “I can guess. Did you see down any of those alleys, Alpha?” I sighed. “Most people see them as trash, that’s the problem. If they’re as messed up as this one, it’s no surprise they can’t work or get a home. Most of them won’t be like this one though. Not at first anyway. I suppose it might screw you up living like that for a few years though.”

“Gimme my money and I’m gone.” He clicked his fingers under Alpha’s nose, which wrinkled from the smell. “Money. Gimme my money.”

“It isn’t your money. It’s ours. We don’t take threats lightly.” Alpha reached under the counter and flicked the door lock. “Now, are you going to stop your stupidity? There’s no such thing as aliens.”

“That’s just what an alien would say! Got you! Hah! Where do you take them? What do you do with them?”

I cast my mind back to one of my earliest UK visits. To a commercial I’d seen. I chuckled to myself.

“I am human, y’know. This is how our masters choose to clothe us. We are filthy to them, so the suit protects them from us. They come from the planet Zanussi.”

“Zanussi? Never heard of it and I know all the planets in the galaxy. Every one. Every single one. I know them all. I’ve been there.”

“It’s not in this galaxy. However, the planet they want to inhabit is. That’s why they need us. Why people disappear. They need us because we can do things they can’t. We can survive where they can’t, wearing these suits. We’re slaves to them, of course. But they treat us well as we prepare their new world for them.”

Alpha shot me a glance. “Arty, please. This is stupid.”

“I know, Alpha. Funny though.”

“You’re laughing at me? Me? You’ll see who’s laughing when I tell them. Oh yes. I’ll tell!”

Another voice came through my ears, drowning out the lunatic. The electronic voice of a laptop. “Ha ha haha ha ha. Oh god, this is the best one yet…”

Muted again, I typed. “Blank? Is that our ex-addict speaking?”

“It is, Eleven… What happened to your head, sir?”

“Ah, you must’ve missed the news. Another elevation. Artemis now. Do you know this… Nut job?”

“Oh, he’s no nut job. Give his beard a tug, sir. The bum act usually works. He uses it to spy on stores he hears strange things about. Usually it’s counterfeit goods or something like that. He goes in, acts like that, then demands money or else. They usually pay him a few hundred just to get rid of him. Never the full grand he asks for. I’ve never seen him claim aliens though.”

“And he doesn’t mention this to anyone else?”

“Nah. Who could he tell? He’d only risk the cops if anyone told on him or if not that, someone else might get there first. He might brag about it when he got drunk later, though, when he got his prize.”

“So, at the moment we’re free and clear?”

“Yes, sir. I know how he works. I could never have the gall to try anything like that. Wish I had, it sounded like fun.”

“He’s going to have a whole lot more fun now. In ways he never could’ve imagined.”

“I’ll look forward to meeting him when he gets here, sir. It’s about time karma bit him in the ass.”

Oh this was good. “Sir? Do we?”

“Yes. Take him.”

“Did you hear that, Alpha?”

Alpha shook his head.

“Take him. He’s about as nutty as a beefsteak rather than a fruitcake. It’s all fake. Blank just told me.” I reached up and before he could react, gripped his beard and gave it a yank.

He yelped in pain as his naked chin was exposed. “How did you?”

I hit unmute. “You were right. We abduct people and one of the people we abducted was an old friend of yours. He just told me all about you. Now, Alpha.”

It was quite a quiet sound. A couple of Pffts and two tranq darts appeared in his neck.

He staggered back in shock, pulled one out and stared at it in horror.

“What the hell, man?”

I continued tapping away on my armband. “You were right. About everything, and guess what. The next person we abduct, is you.”

He backed away, shaking his head. “No...”

“Yes. And what’s more, the next time you wake up, you’ll look just… like… me.”

He bolted for the door, gripped the handle and pulled. Nothing happened.

“I didn’t know the inner door was lockable.”

Alpha shrugged. “Normally, there’s no need. Slasher’s crew smashed more than the outer door. We fitted the lock on the inner one, then. Can’t have him banging the outside door after all, someone in the street might hear.”

I nodded.

He pulled. He tugged. He looked at us. “Please! You can’t do this!”

“Oh, we can. We’re actually very good at it.”

He took a step and his leg collapsed out from under him. He fell flat on his face. He managed to turn over. Rise onto his elbows.

“What are you going to do to me!?”

“And spoil the surprise?”

“Please? Please don’t do this.”

“My master will be pleased. Another new slave.”

“Slave? But I made it all up…”

“No, you didn’t make it all up. If you didn’t see people enter but not leave, someone did. Who?”

“I don’t just dreshsh like thishsh for… for… I…”

He collapsed onto his back. Within seconds, he was snoring.

“Any clue on what he was going to say, Blank?”

“Yes, sir. He wore that for more than just the stores he tried to swindle. He slept with them, sir. He plied them with booze in exchange for stories they picked up watching stores near their pitches. They think he’s one of them, homeless, a bum, a vagrant.”

“Should we be worried? About a homeless guy, watching our store?”

“The only people who ever paid attention to them were other homeless people. He’d laugh at them when he was in a bar, sir. About some of the stories they told. They got more exaggerated and extreme with each telling. Some of them are convinced the statue of liberty walks at night. I think one of them must’ve seen Ghostbusters 2 through a store window once, while he was high.”

“Do Slasher and Bandit know him?”

“I doubt it, sir. I suppose you could ask them.”

“Thank you, Blank. Oh, what was his name?”

“Graham, sir. Graham Penfield. He used a lot of aliases, though, but I think that was his real one.”

Q spoke again then. “I’ll have Blank give me all the details it can remember. Be prepared, after all. Full background check, just in case there are any nasty little surprises in store. Get him suited. Q out.”

“Did you hear that, Alpha?”

“Yeah, Q included me that time. Come on, let’s get him stripped. Any documents, I’ll send on. Where do we put him, though?”

“My advice. The moment it’s cured, flushed and dehaired, I’d normally say block four, but, we don’t want to introduce Blank to any other slaves just yet. Keep it here. Put it on display. Can you keep it unconscious for its painful part?”

“Why?”

“Well, as it’s unconscious anyway, there’s no need for it to experience that. I know, remember. I had it worse than anyone else too. It’ll just wake up in its new state with maybe a little discomfort because it’s only just become aware of its additions, rather than the agony we normally feel.”

“Why are you being soft on it, Arty?”

“Because it is unconscious. Normally, it’s not an issue. They’re not. But as it is, I don’t see the point of torture. We can inflict enough pain when it does disobey. It might be even more of a shock to it, not having gone through the rest, first.”

“Alright Arty. You know better than me, you’ve been in it long enough. Now give me a hand to get it into the back, stripped and tubed up. I’ll need help getting it cured too.”

“Can’t you just lay it in the mirror room for half an hour and then flip it? Should get total coverage that way… Even more than they normally do. I bet the soles of the feet usually miss out on that.”

“That’s a good point, actually. I’d never thought of it before. So, all the slaves still have uncured feet?”

“A few might. I know mine are cured, I spent time in a pod.”

He nodded as we grabbed the body by the arms, dragged it into the chair room and started to strip it.

When its shirt was off I grabbed its wrist and unhooked the clasp on the watch. I looked at it in amazement.

“What is it?”

“It’s a Rolex… A genuine Rolex. Fuck me, he must’ve been making a fortune on his various cons and extortions. If he accepted a couple of hundred just to get rid of him, he must’ve had other games he played too.”

“He wore a Rolex? Dressed like that? How do you know it’s genuine?”

“Well, Blank did say it was all an act and I did own one myself. Only wore it to impress investors though.” I continued to strip him as Alpha ran off to get a suit.
* * *
It hadn’t taken long to suit and tube up our newest acquisition, so, after Alpha had given me the keys to the cops’ chastity and a pile of clipboards, I left him to it, the newest Blank, left lying in the mirror room to cure.

I headed down to the wet room, dropping the clipboards in the dungeon as I went. When I got there, I flicked the switch to release the cops from their freeze.

“Donnelly, Beck, Polson. Step forward.”

|As they did so, Beck signed. “Wait, you called me Beck. I thought it was Blank.”

“It was Blank until my master decided otherwise, remember. Go and look at yourselves in the mirror.”

At the sight of their new markings, they all brushed at them, looked closer at the mirror and felt their suits.

Polson turned to me. “How? I didn’t feel a thing. It looks like it was always there.”

“When you’re frozen, it’s very easy to make additions without your knowledge. We did blacken your goggles during the process. Singlets, gentlemen. Very thin, made of the same material as the suits which bond permanently to them. They’re so thin they don’t even leave a join. Now, everyone who sees you will know exactly who you are, when you’re not in a dog, at least.”

It was Donnelly who signed next. “What about Kowalski?”

“Blank. It did request it after all. It will remain a blank until it’s released. So will Yarrow.”

They nodded.

“Now, it’s the moment you’ve all been dreading. Kowalski, Yarrow and a few other blanks are currently being put through their paces in the gym. For you, we begin in the dungeon. It’s time to find out just what you get turned on by. And remember, when we’re done doing it to you, you get to do it to us to see if that turns you on.”

I set their destinations on my armband and followed.
* * *
“Polson, you’re mine. Donnelly, number Fourteen can test you and Beck, Sixteen.”

I led Polson to the centre of the room, indicating that it stay and ran to the shelves to collect a set of basic, leather restraints and a spreader bar. That’s all I’d need for this.

“Arms out.”

It put them out and I attached the wrist ones, pulling them tight.

“Arms above your head.” Again, it obeyed, but it did glance around nervously.

I snapped the carabiners to the D rings on its cuffs, then returned to the side, to the winch control. A few inches, just to increase the tension, then I returned to it and attached the ankle restraints, the spreader bar and hooked that to the floor.

Now was when the fun was going to begin. I blackened its eyes and selected the sexy female voice again.

“Oh, that nasty thing. That needs to come off.” I hit mute. “Sir, it’s time. Can you issue the release codes for Beck, Donnelly and Polson, please?”

“Consider it done. I’m watching. This is going to be fun.”

I chuckled. “Yes, sir. Are you going to include this as a show for the other blanks there?”

“I don’t see why not… In fact, yes. I think I will. Good idea, Artemis.”

Within seconds, the chastity was off. I put it to one side and collected the tumescence monitor.

“Such a nice cock. It’s such a shame it has to be locked away, so much. I’m going to enjoy playing with that. Mr Polson, prepare for the ride of your life.”

I gave it a gentle stroke. As the monitor wasn’t bulky but just attached around the base of the penis, plenty of the shaft was available, even without an erection.

It started to rise almost immediately. I’d better avoid too much contact with it until the end, if that was the result.

I brushed its chest, tweaked its nipples, then, on with the nipple clamps. There was a hiss of air from its nose tubes and it stiffened.

“Such a strong, silent type. I like those. I like nips too.” I gave the chain a tug and stroked its chest again. “Let’s see how you like the whip, you bad, bad boy.”

I glanced over at Fourteen and Sixteen, then signed. “Do you want me to whisper sweet nothings into their ears too?” I deselected Polson and selected those. “Using this voice?”

Sixteen clutched its sides in laughter. Both nodded.

I continued working on Polson. I glanced at the monitor as I gave the nipple chain another tug. The cock hardened. When the whipping commenced however, it lost its vitality very quickly, so, not a fan of whips. I put the whip to one side, stroked its buttock and spanked it while continuing to tap in sweet nothings into its ears about punishment, pain and so forth.

The spanking had a positive result, caning and paddling negative again. So… It enjoyed the personal touch. Palm of the hand.

I stood back and watched it for a few minutes while sending similar messages to the other two. No interaction, just bound tight and helpless. Unable to see, unable to hear, unable to move more than its fingers and toes.

As time went on, its cock reached what I assumed must be the maximum. It tested its bonds, began to struggle and its cock got even harder. It was definitely a bondage pig. Now to see just how much of one.

I lowered it but didn’t release it, I just moved it forward a little. I allowed its arms to fall back to its sides and clipped them behind its back, then, I gripped its balls, pulled down hard, and attached a ball weight.

“Crouch, boy. I’m going to show you what bondage really is.”

I hooked the length of para cord to the D-ring on the weight and tied it to the floor a foot in front of it, moved it forward a bit more, tightened the cord and then went back to the winch to raise it, pulling its arms back and up. This time, both still connected together, it’d lead to a very uncomfortable position.

“You can relieve the pressure on your balls by lowering your crouch, but, that will increase the strain on your arms. I suggest you find a balance, lover-boy.”

I noted the bondage, again, had a positive response.

I left it in that position for another ten minutes. It lowered and raised itself a few times to relieve pressure on one thing or the other but its cock didn’t wither once. It remained rock hard throughout.

After that, well, everything else. Ten minutes on a bondage bench, spread-eagled. Ten in the urinal cabinet. For that one, I had my female voice state quite emphatically that it was drinking piss, as I attached the tube suggested by Alpha and released.

Bondage box, hogtie, the wheel, there it spent ten minutes upside down, mail sack, where it spent another ten dangling… Everything we had, I threw at it. Each time, I noted its response on the clipboard.

I ended with the St Andrew’s cross, only this time, I did more.

I took a page from Five’s book. I’d never done it before, but with the monitor to help determine when it was getting close and a super gentle touch, I edged it mercilessly for half an hour before leaving it to lose its hard on, then snapped on its chastity again.

I switched back to my normal voice, restored its vision and released it from the cross. It collapsed to its knees before me and looked up.

“So, I know what your cock thought about the situation… I want your opinion now, Mr Polson.”

“I want more, sir. I want longer. A hell of a lot longer. I want to try it all.”

“And the whip, cane, paddle?”

“I… I’d like to try those again, too sir. I didn’t like it, but I loved that there was nothing I could do to stop it. How do people find out, sir? How do they know? I’ve been to fetish clubs on call out and there’s lots of them. I didn’t have a clue!”

“Some find out by accident, sometimes even as children. Being tied while playing cops and robbers, for example. Others, something just… clicks in their minds at some point and they experiment. Self-bondage can be risky, but many people do it before they pluck up the courage to find someone to do it to them. The ways people find out are probably as varied as the things people are into in the first place.”

It nodded.

“And the piss?”

It glanced up at me again. “That was real? Where was I?”

“Follow me.” I led it to the urinal and opened the case. “You were in there.”

It shuddered. “I actually drank someone’s… Was it hers?”

I chuckled and switched voices before replying. “A female voice is a better indicator. Many straight people get turned off by a male one.”

“It was you?”

“Yes, all of it, piss included, was me. If you do decide to indulge in a little yellow when you leave, you will need to get over the taste. That’s something you don’t need to worry about here. Don’t worry, it’s safe. The only risk you have is if the donor has a urinary tract infection, so that might be something you need to check before you try it. If he or she doesn’t, it’s fine.”

I switched back and glanced around. The others were nearing the end of their ordeals too. Fourteen was unhooking Donnelly and I could see Sixteen was getting ready to do the same with Beck. I waited a moment until they were both free and called them all over.

Fourteen and Sixteen handed me their clipboards and I flicked through them.

“Well, gentlemen… Here are your results, so far. Polson… I think you know already, but, you have a high affinity for all things bondage. Everything I did to you, a strong positive reaction, apart from the whip, cane and paddle. You enjoyed being spanked though, didn’t you?”

It nodded.

“Beck, negligible at best. Very little positive reaction to anything done to you. Donnelly, the same. Both of you, not in the least bit turned on by receiving bondage or pain.”

Beck nodded. “I didn’t like any of that. It was very disturbing.”

I looked at Donnelly. “And you?”

“I just wanted it to end, sir.”

“Well, then… Let’s find out if you get turned on from the other side… Now it’s your turn, but in order to do this, I will call down someone to supervise. Bondage can be risky in untrained hands, so, you’ll need someone with experience to correct you, to advise you on anything you want to do to us. Understand?”

All three nodded.

I selected the doctor. “How familiar are you with handing out bondage, doc?”

“Enough, Arty. Why?”

“It’s their turn to do it to us but they need supervision.”

“I’ll be down right away.”