The Prison Swap · Part 2 (2/2)
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n this setup and that was that. I couldn't move an inch. I was no longer able to be a nuisance.”
“That’s fine. I want this."
Louise shook her head, “We’ll see on your 65th birthday if that’s the case – if I haven’t added any more life sentences to your current tally!”
Louise grabbed the rubber underwear that had been hers. “Here, put these on. Should be a good fit." Louise slipped her legs into the underwear and pulled them up high. They slid on and still had some of Louise's fluids on them.
"They're a bit slimy," said Zoe.
"That's because, despite my situation, I used to get very frustrated and horny with my own thoughts for all I had for company. The idea of you taking my place and me robbing you of your freedom was also deliciously arousing." The underwear had holes built in to allow for the catheter and anal plug to go in. Then came the rubber trousers, again sweaty and slick inside from their last owner, again with holes in the right places. They slid on, a perfect fit. Zoe fondled her rubber clad legs and arse, they felt amazing and the smell of rubber wafted up to her.
"Come on now, no time for that," said Louise.
Next up were the rubber gloves and socks, Zoe wondered what these were for. The gloves were more like mittens and were thick rubber.
“They stop you scratching the guards with your nails,” Louise advised. They had a buckle on each wrist and ankle that locked them in place so they couldn’t be removed. Zoe slipped her feet into the socks, again cool and slick from Louise's months of wearing, and buckled them in place extra tight. She wiggled her toes with a smirk on her face. Then she took the gloves, realising her dexterity would be limited from here on in. She slipped her hands into the cool damp mittens. She realised they were gloves on the inside and mittens on the outside. So her fingers were held in place and she couldn't move them around inside. Once she had slipped one onto each hand, she looked to Louise to tighten the buckles. She ran her immobilised mitten hands over her body and as expected could no longer feel the touch of rubber. Zoe sighed.
Louise chirped up. “Right, now you’re 'me', you need an identification tag bracelet on your ankle. If you escape they can bring you right back. Like you'd ever manage that. If they forget who you are, they scan it, and it will come up with your details. My criminal record and history in this prison is now your record, in your name. Look, the tag even has your name and date of birth etched on it and some details! Zoe took the tag and looked it over. Her pussy was dripping holding this tag. It made all the games she had played in the basement become real. She now had a criminal record. She was now government property for the rest of her life.
Property of the state, serving her sentence, atoning for 'her' crimes. She could try to be the best prisoner, but she would always have to serve her full term. She could have no leniency. She could never argue her innocence. There could never be any way to change her mind. As far as the records, justice system and wardens were concerned from now onwards, she had committed the crimes.
She read the tag. 'ZOE SMITH. DOB 12 APRIL 1995'. In small writing nearby it also read 'Sedate when not restrained. Guilty of multiple murders. No parole. No retrial. Bites, spits, urinates and defecates. Multiple personalities, paranoid, compulsive liar. Feed twice daily by feeding tube. Medication for mental health problems by injection. Enema twice daily and must be catheterised at all times to prevent soiling. Gag mask must be used at all times to prevent talking, biting and spitting'.
Zoe was in deep. She could feel her juices running into her rubber panties and down inside her rubber trousers.
She took deep breaths. She took her time. This was all psychologically important. She opened the ankle tag, detailing who she was, what she had done, how fucked in the head she was and how she must be treated, and placed it around her ankle. The tag was symbolic. It felt like it was the moment that made all this super real. Slowly, she closed the tag. Time stood still. Then, with a click that made Zoe jump with the finality of it, her fate felt sealed. The ankle bracelet was locked into place. Only a warden could remove it now. She was GPS tagged.
Louise continued. "Right. Now your collar. This has powerful voltage in it which the guard can use to subdue you at whim. Sometimes they activate it even when you’ve done nothing wrong, just because they can. To the security cameras it just looks like I’m acting up as my body convulses. Truth is it’s usually the guards having fun. Give her a shock, Mr Warden.”
“Wait, no!” then she crumpled to the floor and convulsed as searing pain ran through her spine. She blacked out.
When she awoke a few minutes later, she was being placed in the rubber straightjacket and the buckles were being loosely threaded into place, but not yet firmly secured.
“Ah, she’s awake again Warden!” mocked Louise. “Right, time to help you go to the toilet. Please sit still and let me do this, else we’ll have to sedate you, and you’ll miss the deliciousness of what’s about to happen. Wave goodbye to your ability to go to the toilet as normal, and say hello to twice-daily enemas and your bladder constantly emptying into a bag by your trolley. The height of discretion and sophistication for a beautiful, sane young woman, you’ll agree.”
Zoe really did need a wee at this point, as she had had a large soda before arriving, alongside a bit of a last meal at McDonald's. So at least there’d be some relief coming as she hadn't seen any toilets around.
Zoe feigned a smile, and said “Okay, get on with it…” Louise should have lubricated the catheter but decided not to. She dangled the bright yellow catheter in Zoe’s eyeline. “Right. Wave goodbye to your continence. After 5 years of wearing one of these, it’s reduced my ability to hold my piss pretty much entirely. I’ve already leaked into this diaper, so 35 years of this, you're going to be leaving this place completely incontinent. And if they ever, doubtfully, remove you from here and let you be in a normal prison, you’ll have the joy of pissing yourself in front of the other inmates!”
Louise thought to herself she probably should have asked the wardens for a fresh catheter, but they weren't around this moment and well, what the hell, she was wearing everything else she herself had worn for who knows how long.
She read the number in the catheter. In a previous life she had done some care work, so was aware of how these things worked. It said "CH30." No wonder, she thought, she now couldn't keep her piss in. That was over twice the size of a standard catheter. It was really thick.
What the hell, she thought, and Louise took the tip of the catheter and shoved it into Zoe’s urethra with little warning. She rapidly advanced it until she hit Zoe’s bladder, and then with a little shriek, Zoe's bladder voided into the waiting bag on the side of the table, adding to what was already in there from Louise's earlier incarceration. The catheter balloon was then inflated with a nearby syringe used to deflate the balloon originally.
Zoe saw the piss trickling down the tube into the bag. She'd never worn a catheter before and tried to stop the flow, but no matter how much she tensed her sphincter, the liquid kept flowing. Then she felt her bladder spasm, and an uncontrollable urge to piss overcame her. It took a few moments for the wave of needing to urinate passed. Her bladder felt quite sore. No wonder given the size of the catheter. She couldn't decide if the feeling was pleasure or pain. She'd always enjoyed the feeling of holding her piss to the last moment and this felt quite similar, pain wise, just that she couldn't control it.
Next was the enema plug. Zoe bent over the trolley and offered her waiting hole. Louise, with no bedside manner, shoved the intruder into Zoe’s backside, making her wince, and just as Zoe thought it was done, Louise inflated it until she was begging for them to stop.
“Just for good measure, the perfect fit…” and Louise pumped up the intruder two further times. Zoe howled.
“Owwwww!”
“You wanted the full experience, hunnybun. This is nothing less than the guards will be doing to you. At least you can’t force it back out, I know because I've tried hard enough over the years, and you won’t leak while holding your regular enemas, which is good for you not having to sit around in your own mess, but that said the guards love to leave the enema inside you for way too long. They once filled me to bursting and didn't bother to empty me for hours. It was hellish. I've had to wear this plug for most of the last five years, now I feel empty without it. It's definitely messed up my hole though, this diaper feels like it's filling already. Great way to start my release."
“Okay now to strap you to the table properly. Don’t want you walking off, ever! You are a murderer after all! Unlike me, who is now squeaky clean! We've got you plugged in your bottom holes, so you can't mess everywhere, something you're apparently well known for doing according to the notes on your tag… you're really quite the dirty little bitch. And you've come in here trying to convince me you're the innocent one swapping places… just as well your tag says otherwise."
Zoe was relishing being mocked.
Louise now tightened up any slack in the straightjacket. Zoe couldn't move her arms. She was then directed to lay on the trolley, having so far been sat on it.
The trolley was heavy duty. Designed to easily transport the patient anywhere easily. It had a rubber covered mattress, raised rubber pillow area, and more anchor points than could possibly be needed.
Louise adjusted the Segufix straps and strapped Zoe to the table tightly, locking everything in place. Feet and ankles, followed by thighs, followed by waist, then chest.
“There we go. Not going anywhere now. Try it."
Zoe wriggled and writhed and was stuck fast to the bed.
Zoe beamed, "Feels perfect. Guess I'm not getting off this trolley on my own!"
Zoe now felt like she really wanted to get into her new part. She started to scream "Let me out! Let me go! I'm innocent! I didn't murder anyone, I shouldn't be here! It should be you! Why are you doing this to me!" She violently fought against her shackles. She was loving this.
Louise said to Zoe, "Nice try. Which personality is this one? The innocent young girl routine? That'll never wash. You're here for a long time…."
Moving on, she says, “Okay, now for the hood, gag, feeding tubes, and mask. This will be the last time you’ll be able to speak. Anything you’d like to add?”
Zoe thought. She just said to Louise, “Thank you for swapping with me. It means everything. Now… finish strapping me up good before I bite you, bitch!”
She then built up some spit in her mouth and spat directly in Louise’s face for effect. Zoe didn’t know quite where that had come from, but it felt good playing the part. Louise slapped Zoe across the face for that.
“Right, welcome to the rest of your life, I’m going to enjoy this!" and Louise proceeded to fit a feeding tube to Zoe. She lubricated it and poked it up her nose and fed it down into her stomach, telling Zoe to swallow it down as she went. Zoe gagged a little. Louise secured it in place with some tape.
She wanted to test the feeding tube by grabbing a syringe from a nearby cupboard. Looking around for something to flush into the tube, she saw the urine collection bag. Louise thought that it would be a fitting response to the spit in the face she had just had. She extracted a large syringe full of piss from the bag, a mixture of her and Zoe's piss, then proceeded to use the syringe to feed it to Zoe. Zoe looked on in horror.
"No! Stop! Please don't!"
Too late. The golden liquid was flowing down the tube, through her nose, down her throat and directly into her stomach. Any moment she was convinced she'd taste a bitter taste of piss, but nothing. She could feel a cool feeling in her stomach from the liquid, but couldn't taste anything thankfully. Louise repeated this a few more times until the urine bag was empty. Zoe couldn't do anything, but didn't protest further as she couldn't taste anything, so went with it.
"Thirsty, dirty little bitch aren't you. Belly full of piss, you barely raised an eyebrow!" Louise mocked.
Next, Louise picked up the gag, or possibly mask, she’d worn since she arrived at the facility. She had never been able to handle it herself, it was always inflicted on her. It had a rubbery slightly malleable bit to the middle of it, it filled the entire mouth, and was covered by a panel, with straps that ran under the chin and up and over the head, buckled behind. It was cupped on the front a little.
It was still dripping wet and damp with Laura's saliva.
“Open wide."
Zoe complied, and felt the large damp gag enter her mouth. She could taste the aftertaste of Louise’s saliva. It also smelled of dried spit, and she inhaled deeply through her nose, enjoying the scent. Louise buckled the gag tight onto Zoe and made sure that it was as tight as possible. Her mouth was full and her cheeks felt puffed out. Her lips were sealed. Zoe just mumbled inaudibly.
Louise said “What’s that, thank you? You’re welcome."
”Mmmmph!” was all Zoe could manage. She worked her tongue round the intruder in her mouth, again tasting someone else. Strange but erotic. She moaned pleasurably into the gag and let out a huge sigh. She was in heaven.
Next came the hood with two nostril breathing tubes. Louise first poked the tubes into Zoe’s nose, alongside the feeding tube, then proceeded to strap the hood onto Zoe’s head. She leaned into Zoe’s field of vision one last time.
“Here it comes, complete darkness, forever. My face will be one of the last you see for a long time!”
Zoe feigned a struggle, frantically writhing around and screaming into her gag. It felt good.
With that, she covered Zoe’s eyes and secured the rest of the hood. It was thick heavy rubber. It too was still damp from having been on Louise’s head for weeks. Louise tightly buckled the hood in place. Zoe was now breathing through the nasal tubes, the same ones Louise had been using for five years until half an hour ago. She took a deep breath in and exhaled. Louise covered the tubes momentarily and Zoe couldn't breathe. Her mouth was sealed. The nasal tubes were the only way for her to breathe. Suddenly she could breathe again.
"Last couple of things my friend. We need to secure your, or is it my, I'm so confused… head to the table now." Louise grabbed the Segufix and strapped Zoe’s chin and forehead to the table. “Try to look around or move." Zoe couldn’t move an inch. Just her eyes to the left and right, albeit in darkness, and her tongue around the intruder in her mouth, and that was about it. Her breathing was speeding up now as she settled into her new predicament. Her toes barely wiggled. Her fingers couldn't wiggle in their mitten gloves. She could writhe a little, but not much. She couldn't expel the anal intruder. She couldn't start or stop her bladder.
Breathing. That was just about under her control. She could do that. She could think. That was still in her gift. She could hear. Yep.
“I’ll feed you before I go. Warden, have you got her evening meal?” He nodded and passed over a bag of liquid food, a pasty white thick liquid. “You can’t taste it, which is just as well. I’ve just tried it now and it tastes like fishy cum. I’m sure it isn’t. But hopefully it’s full of all the nutrients you need. It kept me alive and well for the last five years. Two bags a day. Four litres of liquid delight. Straight down your feeding tube into your stomach. You don’t even get to chew any more. You’re just a fucking vegetable now! Dumb bitch.”
Zoe’s eyes widened behind her hood. She was right. Whilst all of this had been fantasy material where she could touch herself to orgasm and imagine the situation, now she was in it, it was completely different.
“Another way of looking at it. You’ve just committed yourself to 35 years of drinking cum food twice a day, being zapped by guards until you’re unconscious, being drugged to sleep if you aren’t compliant, and basically, you might as well be a vegetable, sitting there with nutrients going in, waste going out, unable to move, barely able to breathe."
Hmmm, Zoe wasn't entirely bothered about that bit, she had longed for this for so long. The next bit however got her worried.
“And guess what – how do you think you’ll get by with never being able to orgasm again? Your hands are useless. Strapped safely away from your private parts. Just you, the silence of this cell, and the automated hell of being fed and emptied. You just exist.”
Louise then hopped up on Zoe's trolley and straddled her head. She hitched up her skirt and tore off her diaper that had absorbed a fair bit. She said to Zoe "I'm just going to masturbate above your head. Seeing you as I was is turning me on so much. You're so helpless. So useless. And seeing as I haven't orgasmed in five years, and you're never going to orgasm again, I think I'll indulge myself in your plight.”
She started to finger herself right above Zoe's face. She was wet and horny. As she rubbed herself, she not only dripped juices onto Zoe's head, but also her leaking bladder. Quickly she reached orgasm and let out a loud moan and squirted pee and juiced right on Zoe's face. Zoe was breathing through her nasal tubes and could smell the juices and liquids landing on her hood. Some went up her nasal tube and she almost sneezed. Before standing up, Louise rubbed her pussy all over Zoe's hood, covering every inch of her face with a light coating of juices then put her diaper back on.
"Right, I've had enough fun now. I've had my orgasm right on your face, ha-ha. You'll be able to smell it for a while. That's my gift to you. Time to finish feeding you."
Zoe was feeling sad she couldn't touch herself. She really hadn't thought through the orgasms.
Louise hooked up the bag of food to a stand next to Zoe's head. She linked the feeding tube to the bag and the whitish liquid snaked down the clear plastic tube until it appeared to enter her nose. The bag slowly emptied and she couldn't taste anything. A few minutes passed and the bag was empty. She could feel a fullness in her stomach but that was it. The feeding tube was disconnected and plugged and the feeding bag taken away.
"Fucking vegetable, haha. Nearly time for me to go."
Wow, Zoe thought, she was really revelling in telling it how it is! But she couldn’t say anything back as she was gagged. She just moaned into her gag and a tear ran down her face. She started to thrash around, to no effect. She felt herself getting sweaty from the exertion in her rubber clothes and restraints. She howled and screamed into her gag but it was all muffled and nothing intelligible came out.
Louise then leaned in to Zoe's ear and whispered, "How about I get you off for the last time ever?"
She started rubbing Zoe's pussy through the crotch of her rubber pants and rubber trousers. Zoe was heating up. She moaned into her gag. Yes. This was it. This is what she wanted to feel. Helpless. Incarcerated. Cumming. Yes! Keep going. Mmmmphhhhh. Mmmmmph. She started to arch her back, so close now! She was so wet. Through her breathing tubes she was sucking in as much air as she could. In. Out. In. Out. The air whistling through the tubes at the speed of her breathing. Then as suddenly as she'd started, Louise slowed down the rubbing. Then just as Zoe was about to explode, she stopped. She licked Zoe's soaking pussy juice off her fingers and licked her lips.
"Don't want to spoil your stay with an orgasm. That would set high expectations!"
Zoe cried into her gag, this couldn’t be happening, she wanted to cum so badly. She screamed and screamed and writhed and writhed. Her orgasm faded to nothing. She could smell Louise's pussy on her face and it was driving her wild. Fuckkkk!
Louise turned to the guard, “Right, time for me to go and enjoy my new life! See you later, Zoe. Enjoy the torture!” and with that she pressed the zapper and Zoe writhed in agony until she blacked out as her collar sent waves of electric shock through her body.
When Zoe awoke, the room was silent. She heard nearby doors being locked shut. Occasionally she'd hear the sound of a distant scream or shout, likely from other inmates.
What now? Zoe panicked, and thrashed around in her restraints for about 30 minutes, straining against her bonds. It was no use. She was stuck. Should she escape, she’d only reach a locked padded cell door. Should she get beyond that, there were various layers of security that would keep her in. If she got out, her tag would track her. She was, literally, stuck. A vegetable. Unable to touch herself. Unable to orgasm. Unable to do anything at all ever again. Unable to go back to her old life. That now belonged to someone else. She'd traded her freedom for a fantasy. Nobody knew she was here. Well, the government did…
A few hours later having fallen asleep, she awoke to Jones standing above her motionless body.
“Well, Zoe, it seems that Laura’s first action out in the real world was to stab three people then throw herself off a building. She’s now dead. However, as you agreed to accept all her punishments, we expect that you will now be in here for the remainder of your natural life. Unless someone decides to swap with you, I’m afraid you’re here forever. Goodnight Zoe. I hope you sleep well.”
With that, the room went dark and Zoe was left to contemplate the rest of her life, such as it was. Immobilised in rubber. Forever silenced. Then she heard someone in the room, some noises, her stomach filled up, she had been fed. She felt her bowels fill… and empty. She heard the bag beside her bed being emptied and changed. She felt her straps being tightened and adjusted around her. Then a prick in her arm. Ah, the sedation. I wonder when I'll wake up… everything seems to be the same when it's dark. The door slams shut. A lock turns. Footsteps walk away. Her eyes close. She drops out of consciousness slowly and as she does she counts in her head…
Another 60 years… 22,000 more days… 44,000 more tasteless feeds… 44,000 more enemas… 22,000 sedations and doses of antipsychotic drugs for a mental problem I don't have but which the drugs are helping me develop… 240 catheter changes… once every few months… they've not changed my clothes yet, will they? Will I ever see daylight again… will this gag leave my lips… I wish I could taste Louise still… will they clean my intimate areas? Will I ever be able to move… what if my muscles waste away… sleep is coming… it's washing over me… this is everything I ever wanted… sweet bliss… I never want this to end…
The Prison Swap · Part 2 (2/2)
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