2020-01-20 - spike - The New Shop 141

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 141
Date: 20 January 2020

Chapter 141
The doctor was soon to arrive, wearing rubber jeans, a chest harness and Muir cap.

“Right, then. Artemis, Master has granted my fob the ability to blank your eyes. As that’s what you did to him…” He turned to Polson. “Do you wish your subject to be blind, as you were?”

Polson nodded.

“Anything you want to say, Artemis? Any limits?”

“None. If you like, you could even lock on fist mitts, so I can’t say anything during it. As long as you deem it safe, I’m fine with it.”

“Good. I won’t say anything with this” he pointed at his mouth. “All advice will be signed so you have no idea what’s coming. Last chance to speak before we begin.”

“Only one thing more to add.” I handed over the clipboard. “Collect theirs too. You need to mark down their excitation levels while they’re doing this.”

With a nod, he pointed his fob and my goggles blackened.

The first things I felt… The fist mitts.

I felt a hand on my back and I walked, turned, as it tapped me on one shoulder or the other, then a tap on the inside of the knees. I took that to mean kneel, which I did, taking the standard submissive pose, hands behind my back.

With a snap, a heavy metal collar made its way around my neck and similar shackles and manacles followed. A snap followed as I realised it’d padlocked my manacle chain to the shackle one, so, a hog tie. There was another metallic snap and my neck was pulled back. So, neck to ankle chain too perhaps? God that was uncomfortable, but, I’d just have to live with it.

I was pushed forward until I was on my chest and then… Constriction. It had to be the mail sack. It got tighter around me and then, I felt myself turning freely, then swinging.

I’ve got no idea how long it was. Dangling there. It was long enough to become painful, but I suspect it wasn’t as long as I thought it was. I shifted, struggled as much as my bondage permitted, which set the sack spinning again, but there was nothing I could do to ease the tension.

Then, pressure against, my chest, the tension eased as the sack released its grip and before long I was back on my feet again, still manacled, collared and shackled. I suspected those wouldn’t come off until the end.

Again, the hand on my shoulder blades, guiding me. I shuffled somewhere else and again, the tap to kneel, the shove so I was lying flat. This time, a spreader bar? Leather cuffs over the top of the metal ones, and as soon as they were fastened, I felt a tension on my legs as they began to rise into the air.

It wasn’t long before I was hanging upside down, my manacle chain was released to allow my arms to drop and then pulled down, hard, and fixed to the floor. Again, the winch pulled me up, so I was in an inverted spread eagle, stretched taut.

The crack of the whip was soon to follow. At first, most of them missed their mark, but a lot of them did make the satisfying crack, increasing the anticipation for a genuine strike.

If I’d been able to shift uncomfortably, I would have, but I was held almost as immobile in this position as my suit could. My cock battled with its confinement incessantly as the whipping continued. Oh god, I’ve got to do this more often.

I didn’t even bother counting them but it was well over twenty lashes before the tension on my arms reduced and I was lowered to the ground.

Again, I was guided and this time helped into something. Judging by the positions my arms were placed and then the sudden pressure, the fact my mouth cap was popped off and something attached, it had to be the urinal cabinet. This was confirmed some time later when I felt a warmed fluid enter my stomach.

I was left there a while after the piss before I was released again and guided around every other thing in the dungeon. Bondage bed for a while, this time with nipple clamps added.

I took a deep breath when they went on. A few tugs, but after that, they remained on for the rest of the session. God it was going to be bad when they came off. Another confined space, but, I was familiar with everything in the dungeon, so I knew where I was. Arms and legs at awkward angles and attached to anchor points, lid closed around my neck… One of the bondage boxes.

Next came another vertical one. I felt the board against my back as the restraints were tightened. Five point restraints this time, arms out from my sides, legs apart as far as the shackles would allow. When my neck was also attached, I turned. I began to spin. It was slow, but still disorienting. So, the wheel. At least it’d set it to slow. About one revolution per minute would be my guess. It could do it a lot more quickly than that.

More was to come. Another suspension, this time by my arms, just left dangling as a cane swiped my butt. The St Andrew’s cross where a paddle did the same, and then the fuck bench where it gave me a bloody good spanking.

Another snap of metal and the manacles came off, followed by the nipple clamps, collar and shackles, my fist mitts too and then my eyesight was restored. All I can say is ouch.

I struggled up and sat on the bench, looking at it. If I’d been capable, I would’ve been grinning from ear to ear. “I’d like to thank you, Mr Polson. That… was… fucking good.” I turned to the doctor. “And did it enjoy it?”

“It did. A high positive on everything it did to you, well, high apart from the whip, paddle and cane.”

“Interesting.”

Polson shook its head.

“What?”

“I… I didn’t enjoy that, sir. If anything, I got bored and my mind went to other places, sir.”

“Bored? According to the monitor, you’re a switch.”

“I was just imagining myself in those positions, sir. I think that’s what got me hard.”

“Yes, that would explain why the spanking got a rise, but the whipping didn’t. After all, you weren’t turned on by them when I did them to you, either.”

It nodded.

“Congratulations, Mr Polson. You’d a certified, card carrying, one hundred percent submissive bondage pig with a slight appreciation for pain. Nothing like Kowalski, pain wise, but we’ve yet to see how it handles all the bondage.”

“Thank you, sir. And you say, for the rest of the day, I can stay here?”

“We still have the others to evaluate, so, I’d recommend time in the rec room after we’ve evaluated your fitness. You will be informed when the evaluations are complete. If you wish, we could pair you with someone experienced in bondage to put you into a lot more interesting positions. You’ll also get time in here every day if you wish, when we’re not busy at least.”

“Thank you, sir.” it looked around, moved closer to me so the others couldn’t see. “Could you keep me, sir?”

I chuckled. “Kowalski asked Master Q that very same question. Q’s reply. You have a job to do out there. Protect the perverted. Defend the deviants. Only when you’ve retired from the police department will he consider taking ownership of you. He did offer Kowalski a compromise, though. I suppose you could ask him for the same thing.”

“Compromise? What kind?”

“Just, wait, for now. I’m sure Master Q will call us again later and you can make your request, then.”

The others joined us and the doctor showed me their evaluations too… Oh well…

“Mr Donnelly… I’m sad to say, you’re vanilla. Nothing turned you on, even when doing it to someone else, did it?”

“No, sir. So, I’m normal, then?”

“We don’t use that word. No human on the planet fits all societal norms. Everyone has something. We use the term vanilla, because it represents the most abundant flavour of ice cream. We may find a kink eventually, but it isn’t bondage or pain, either giving or taking.”

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“What? Oh no. No chance of that. You agreed to race and you will. You’re still here for a few weeks.”

Donnelly stiffened. Then its shoulders sagged and it nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“And finally, Mr Beck. You heard what I said to Donnelly. I don’t need to repeat myself. You too, vanilla, so far.”

“Yes, sir. Being a dog wasn’t wholly disagreeable and after seeing those race videos, I’m actually looking forward to it, sir.”

“Good.” I selected the ones in the gym. “Come down, we’re done, we can swap places now.”
* * *
For the next two hours, we put them through their paces, taking their baselines in the gym. The results? Beck was the fittest overall, Polson the fastest and Donnelly, the strongest.

By the time we’d finished with them, they’d be a hell of a lot better in all aspects of fitness.

I dismissed them to the rec room and carried on to the shop floor once they’d left the elevator.

“How’s the newbie, Alpha?”

Alpha grinned. “All done. We put it in full leather man uniform.” He nodded at a display case on the other side of the room.

“Must’ve been a struggle.”

“I had the Sarge come up to help once his fitness evaluations were complete. Only problem now is, its wash and flush.”

I chuckled. “That one’s easy. It’s upright. No need for it to be anything but from now on. Just lock down the shop floor and back room before moving it. We have portable supplies for the mesh suits and we know the store’s equipped thanks to our terrorist.”

“Oh, fucking hell. Brilliant! Don’t worry, I’ll do as you suggested. Keep it sedated for the next three days. It can remain on display for the rest of its adjustment.”

I nodded. “I’d better get up to room one. Eighteen needs us. Are they up there now?”

“They are.”

I headed for the mirror, but before I entered room one, a quick check on our lone blank. It was Fourteen in control again when I got there.

“How’s it doing? How much have you let it see so far?”

“It’s still just been mopping, cleaning, polishing, sir. We did have it clean out the flushing cylinder too. Currently nearing the end of its rest cycle.”

I nodded. “I think it’s time we introduced it to the cells. How much longer?”

“We could do it now, sir. It doesn’t matter if it misses a few minutes sleep each time.” It moved to another chair to allow me access to the keyboard.

I disabled its immobility, it stepped out of the cubicle without collapsing this time. “I see it’s getting used to waking upright.”

“Yes, sir. It’s not fallen over for a day, now.”

“Slave, fetch the cleaning equipment, mop, bucket, cloth and polish.” I switched to my armband and directed it to the corridor and cells, reselecting supervisor mode so I could hear it and waited until it’d got everything.

“Slave, press the panel by the door.”

It looked around, probably in shock. After all, the first time it’d hit that panel it’d got a jolt. It walked over to the door and hesitated. It raised its hand and snatched it away just before touching the panel.

“Slave, press the panel by the door. You have thirty seconds to comply.”

It took a deep breath and hit it. The door slid open and it stepped back in surprise, before poking its head around.

“Slave, press the first panel on your right.” I returned to the keyboard to add my instructions. “Mop, clean and polish each of those cells, you have four hours to task completion. You have access.”

It looked around at this new place. At all the doors. It dropped the bucket and other cleaning implements and rushed to the door at the end. A slap on the panel, a leap in the air. “Permission denied.” echoed in my ears and it slogged its way back to the first panel.

When it hit that and looked into the first solitary confinement cell, it stepped back in surprise again. It wandered in, looked around and sat on the bed, bouncing on it a couple of times.

It poked its head out of the door, looked around and returned to the bed to lie down.

“Oh dear. It appears it hasn’t learned its lesson yet after all.” I chuckled. “I’ll just go down and close the door. Make sure it’s locked, Fourteen.”

“How long for, sir?”

“A day should do it. Leave its program running though. It will continue to receive punishments for disobedience and for incomplete tasks until the door’s unlocked and it can finally get to the cleaning equipment. Every four hours, more punishment with no way to do anything to correct it.”

“God, sir! That’s evil!”

“That’s discipline. It wasn’t given permission to lie down. It will learn that such disobedience has a price. I’ll do it now.”

“What about the punishments?”

“Give me a call when it wakes up or when it’s time for its work to be evaluated. I want to see its reaction. I’ll be in room one so I can get back here quickly enough.”

“Yes, sir.”

Back to the shop floor, back to the elevator, I rushed down block four’s corridor and glanced into the cell.

It still lay there, hands behind its head. It appeared to be breathing deeply, so, maybe it had fallen asleep.

I pulled the door closed, gave it a shove to make sure it was locked and made my way back up to room one.
* * *
“How are you getting on with it, Seventeen?”

“We’re ready, sir.”

“Ready?”

“We’ve done the initial compile, sir. We just need to test it, make sure everything works, sir. We’ve stripped a hell of a lot of duplicate code, sir. Placed one version of each section into a library. We’re ready. No enhancements yet, sir, just the same program.”

“How much memory have you released for other uses?”

“Around about two megabytes, sir, when we factor in the optimisations too, sir.”

“Oh, god, that’s fucking good. It’ll be time to call Eighteen up to train the neural net in a few more patterns, soon. Let’s get on with it, then. Simulation first, of course, before we unleash it onto his dog tag. And everything’s commented this time?”

“Of course, sir.”

I nodded. “I’ll give the library code a once over, of course. I expect Q’s software engineers will too. You never know, there might be even more savings. Sometimes, code like this can take more than one pass to fully optimise it. Then we can finally add some buffer space to allow him to speak in complete sentences.”

They both nodded.

I turned my attention to Blank. “How’s your new gym partner?”

“I watched it for its evaluation, sir. It’s not as bad as I was but it’s still fucking unfit. I’ll start on its training properly tonight, sir, with your permission.”

“Yes, granted. During the day, here. During the morning and evening free sessions, down there training it. I’ll grant you an extra hour to have for yourself after that before we go to bed.”

“Thank you, sir. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I’ll grant it the same courtesy. It might not be able to talk, but you should be able to play cards with it in the rec room. At least then you wouldn’t be alone. When we’re done here, it’ll be your new, full time assignment. Let’s ease it into the exercise.”

We tested the code, selecting various patterns to form words with that same halting mode of speech. It was a few hours later when the computer’s voice came to my ears.

“Sir, it’s stirring.”

I nodded. “Keep on with the testing, I’ve got something to see.” I rushed out of the room and into control just in time to see it sit up on the bed.

“How long before its time expires?”

“Another twenty minutes, sir.”

I watched as it stood, looked at the door and tried to open it. It pushed, it pulled, it looked around in a panic and tried to find anything to grip onto. Of course, the inside of a cell door was designed not to have anything like that.

It began to pace the room. It started to search it, looking for anything. It looked like it was really starting to panic now.

“Good. It’s realised just how much it’s fucked up.”

I watched the clock tick onwards… there was a beep from the computer.

I rubbed my hands together, cracked my fingers and began to type.

“Failure to clean cell one. Five minutes. Failure to clean cell two, five minutes. Failure to clean cell three. Five minutes. Failure to clean cell four. Five minutes. Failure to clean cell five. Five minutes. Failure to clean cell six. Five minutes. Failure to clean cell seven. Five minutes. Failure to clean cell eight. Five minutes. Disobedience. Five minutes. Sleeping during duty hours. Five minutes. Punishment total, fifty minutes.”

I selected a program, dialled down the pain a couple of levels, hit the lockdown button for that cell and hit send.

It’d started a panicked head shaking and stepped back when it froze in place.

Fourteen was staring at me when I turned to it. “Fifty? Fifty minutes? Of that?”

“I dialled down the pain level, Fourteen. Don’t worry. After three more of those, it’ll never try to sleep on the job again.”

“Three?”

“It will be granted a slight reprieve at the end. It needs to have its wash and flush after all. Then, we assign it the same job again. It’s on nearly an hour’s punishment each time so that adds up to nearly twenty hours.”

“And I thought what happened to Alpha was”

I grabbed its hand to stop it. “Alpha was frozen, helpless and it continued almost ceaselessly for a day. It was also maximum intensity. Never compare what that thing’s going through with what Alpha did. Its intensity level is only five.”

Fourteen nodded. “Sorry, sir.”

“Who’s next on the rota?”

“Sixteen, sir. It should be here soon.”

“Tell it what happened and to repeat it each time. Level five. The punishment text is on the screen right now so show it that. No deviation.”

“Yes, sir.”

I returned to room one.