The Prison Swap · Part 1 (1/2)
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It was another night of kinky roleplay for Zoe and Jennifer, pretty twenty five year olds. They had been friends since school, and had discovered their kinky side some time ago whilst having one too many drinks. What started out as friendship turned into a relationship.
This particular roleplay revolved around playing prisoner and warden. Zoe, always the submissive, loved being locked away. They had a small basement in their house which had a lockable door at the top of the stairs. It had several bolts. There were no windows and just a single fluorescent light that could be turned on and off from the outside only. They’d removed everything from the basement except for a single metal frame bed and they’d arranged for a sink and toilet to be installed.
It started out with short sessions, with Jennifer locking Zoe in the basement for an hour or two. Zoe loved the feeling that someone else held the keys to her freedom. The time in the basement increased and so did the bondage. First handcuffs, then straightjackets – then they bought proper prison attire including orange jumpsuits. The nature of the imprisonment slowly changed over time. Eventually Zoe would take time off work for a week or two so that Jennifer could ‘sentence’ her for various crimes. Depending on the crime the imprisonment was adjusted. Once she had been ‘sentenced’ for stealing, so she was kept handcuffed for a weekend. Another time she had pleaded insanity, and had been forced to wear a straitjacket for a long weekend. The punishments fitted the theoretical crimes.
Fulfilling Zoe’s fantasies meant that Jennifer saw less and less of her. She loved Zoe but it seemed to her that Zoe loved being locked up in isolation more. What started as a bit of fun the two of them could enjoy had turned into more of a chore. When Zoe was locked up, Jennifer would sometimes go out for the day to meet other girlfriends which as time went on turned into Jennifer cheating on Zoe, unknown to her.
One time, at Jennifer’s suggestion, Zoe had been sentenced to a week of strict imprisonment in complete isolation. Jennifer left enough food with Zoe for the week and set a timer on the basement light to switch on only for an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. The rest of the time she would spend in complete darkness. Playing to Zoe’s kinkiness, the food supplied to her was dog food, which was only revealed to her once she had been cuffed and tethered to her bed.
Zoe’s eyes had followed Jennifer as she left the basement to start the week of isolation. Jennifer didn’t bother to look back, just locked the door and flicked the light off. That was the last she saw of her for the week. With just silence, darkness, a bed, a toilet, dog food, water and her own thoughts to entertain her for seven days.
As that week drew on, the sense of isolation and boredom drew in. She had nobody to talk to, nothing to do, nothing to look at. She could play with herself, which was a near constant distraction for the week she was isolated, but even that she wished someone else would control. How could she take this further?
After the week, Jennifer opened the basement and unlocked Zoe from the tether to the bed and took her handcuffs off. Zoe thoroughly enjoyed her time in the basement and wished it could be more realistic, even long term. Jennifer knew about this secret fantasy and the pair both felt it was time to have a chat.
“It’s still not enough Jennifer," said Zoe.
Jennifer felt that the imprisonment game had run its course and didn’t really want to play it any more.
“You’re losing yourself in a fantasy, Zo, I never see you and whilst you know I love you and have been happy to indulge, I think enough is enough. You might as well do a real crime and get yourself locked up! To me it would be the same result – I’d be without you for a long time and perhaps it would be fairer to me to be able to find someone who wants to be with me.”
Zoe looked hurt; she loved Jennifer but hadn’t considered this fantasy of hers was having such a knock on for Jennifer.
Jennifer continued, “Look, if you want to continue this, then I’m not sure we can continue as a couple; if you want to throw your life away in the basement then how about you do that, I’ll keep you down there, but expect that I would want to find another lover. Perhaps we could both be wardens."
Zoe didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t really what she had expected. Zoe apologised to Jennifer and suggested they take a break from the prisoner fantasy for a while to try and fix their relationship.
A few months passed and things improved, though Zoe couldn’t stop thinking of the basement. She had even started fantasising about mental institutions, being not just imprisoned, but strapped to a bed, in a padded cell, unable to do anything for herself. She was indulging her fantasies by reading forums and came across a curious post.
‘What do you guys make of this prison swap that is being trialled?’
Zoe opened the thread and read with a look of disbelief. The poster had copied the article in question to the thread and summarised it:
‘In a bid to shake up the prison system, and see fewer lives wasted languishing on sentences, the government has decided to trial the idea of prisoners being able to ‘share’ their sentence with another willing party. The premise of prison is that the perpetrator of a crime receives suitable punishment as payback for their misdemeanour. Research conducted by the prison service indicates that people who have suffered the impact of a crime don’t care who serves the time, as long as someone does.
On that basis, the government proposes that anyone can offer to fulfil a sentence on behalf of a prisoner, and this could be on a short term (couple of days), medium term (part of the sentence) or long term (the full sentence) basis. The prisoner will receive freedom and the willing party will serve their sentence. The willing party essentially becomes the ‘bond’ for the sentence. If the prisoner does not fulfil their agreement to return to prison after the agreed time, the willing party will by default have to serve the remaining term. For example this could be due to the death of the prisoner, the prisoner absconding, or the prisoner becoming too ill to return to prison.
The government expects that takeup of the service will be limited to a few exceptions; however those who do take part are expected to be friends and family, allowing their loved one time to enjoy life outside of prison. The scope of these new rules apply to prisons and mental institutions; in the case of the latter, the prisoner being released must have family who will commit to helping them in the outside world. It should be noted that there is a high risk that prisoners who have been imprisoned on mental health grounds may be unfit to return to complete their sentence under the above rules. For more information contact us through our website.’
Zoe was staring at the screen. She was looking at the possibility of being able to live out her deepest fantasy and all without committing a crime or causing Jennifer to have to participate. She could move on… Zoe went to the website in the post and spent a couple of hours reading in great detail how the scheme worked. She found some more detail that sold it to her.
‘In order to maintain fairness to the victim of the crime, the willing party will be subject to the exact same treatment and care based on the character, personality, and traits of the prisoner they are swapping with. The sentence will continue on the assumption of completing the full sentence. A ‘harmless’ willing party will not find early release or softer treatment for good behaviour to be an option. All rights to ‘early release’ or sentence reduction are forfeited. There will be no retrials or options to contest the sentence, as the willing party. Should the crime for which the prisoner was tried be proven to have been undertaken by someone else, your agreement shall remain in force.
In this situation, the newly tried criminal shall remain a free citizen until your agreement elapses. In the case of agreeing to cover the balance of a sentence, the newly tried criminal shall remain free at your expense.
The willing party will not be able to receive visitors other than those who would be allowed to visit the prisoner (e.g. family or friends of the prisoner). If you are unrelated to the prisoner, you will not be allowed any visitors.
Behaviour in prison may lead to an increase in sentence or additional loss of rights.
The criminal record, or part thereof, shall transfer from the prisoner to the willing party and will remain in place after release if serving the full term. The prisoner, for the duration of the swap, shall have their criminal record erased, permanently if the willing party is serving the balance of the sentence. This is to ensure that treatment of the willing party remains aligned to the experience a prisoner would have on release (eg. difficulties finding employment, being added to suitable crime registers, restrictions in movements or interaction with the victim or suitable people), in line with the expectations the victim would have.
If a prisoner who is swapped commits a further crime, whether petty or serious, there is the option for the willing party to offer to cover this risk, too, by allowing subsequent sentences to be added on, keeping the prisoner free. Once agreed to this cannot be changed.’
Zoe was getting wet reading these details. In essence, she could fill her fantasy, and nobody could stop her. If she picked the right option, she could spend years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. If it was serious enough or the right type of crime or plea, she could find herself in prison and bound for her own and everyone else's protection. Someone else would get a second chance to live their life. She would be their saviour. She would get to live her life how she wanted. And she wouldn’t have to answer to anyone else – as she wouldn’t be allowed visitors. She wouldn’t have to deal with any of that emotional baggage. She could sign up, swap, and forget her old life.
Zoe completed the enquiry form on the website. It was a simple form and didn’t seem to care about the reasons. It all seemed very matter of fact, a simple transaction, agreement to some terms, and that was it. Zoe had asked whether it was possible to view prisoners and their surroundings in order to choose a swap. She waited with bated breath.
The next few days were agony as she waited for her reply. Eventually an email popped up inviting her to speak to a representative of the scheme. She made her appointment and rubbed her hands together with excitement.
The meeting Zoe dressed in a smart outfit and aimed to come across well. She had arrived at a government building, big and imposing, with a large sign outside reading “Government Justice Department." She was to meet Mr Jones. She walked into the reception and asked to speak with him. Zoe was shown to his office and offered a drink.
Jones began. “Please, sit down Miss…?”
Zoe replied, “Just Zoe will do, Mr Jones."
Jones continued, “So, we have a range of options as you will have gathered. We don’t tend to ask ‘why’ as people have a range of reasons for becoming the willing party. I presume you have some questions for me? Though I do wonder why a young well-to-do lady such as yourself would put herself through such an experience”
Zoe swallowed, “Yes, I have one or two questions not covered on your website. As for why… I feel I’ve led a very privileged life, and wanted to give something back.” Zoe knew this was a lie, but it felt like a good excuse. “I wondered, as I’m not planning to swap with anyone I know, how do I know what prison or mental health patients are available to swap with? As part of my giving something back, I’d like to choose a candidate I feel would offer us both… the right experience?”
Jones reached behind him and pulled out a tablet. “This government programme is quite new, and we only have two facilities taking part in what is essentially a trial. The government may pull the plug on the scheme at any time, but for now, it wants to see what happens. We have a broad range of prisoners, from petty theft criminals serving short sentences in a relatively basic prison environment, to violent prisoners who need to be restrained, sometimes sedated, for their own and our staff’s protection. Plus plenty in between. Both genders.
As for mental patients, all are committed for a time and due to a crime – usually they plead insanity – but even they range from prisoners who are in a fairly trusted position in an ‘open’ prison, to people so deranged that they spend their entire time in a padded cell, tied up and restrained, medically hooked up to various paraphernalia, practically living life like vegetables.”
“So I could opt for anything in that range?”
Jones nodded, “Quite why anyone would, is beyond me, but yes. Subject to all the terms on the website – the willing party will be subjected to exactly the same treatment. So you, young lady, if (and I’m sure you wouldn’t) you opted to replace a deranged person, they would be freed and you would immediately be tied, bound, drugged, locked up, and left to vegetate. Whilst your swap would be heading out into the world to become a free person.”
“And visitors? I presume there would be none, according to the website?”
“Well actually, there is one clause, the original prisoner may visit you. I think the creator of this scheme had a wicked sense of humour. Imagine – serving time for someone else's crime – and having them come visit you, sharing stories of their new life in the real world. Cruel, eh? That’s not to say they would choose to visit, but it’s an option. You could request it.”
Jones handed Zoe a tablet. “Take this; it contains the current database of prisoners at both facilities, their level of incarceration, crime committed, sentence length and duration served, their age, gender and a picture. See what you think, make a choice, and come back to me when you’ve made a decision."
Zoe took the tablet, her hand shaking a little. Jones noticed this, remarking “It’s a big decision and there’s no way to back out once you commit. Think carefully."
“One last question Mr Jones. Do I get to meet the prisoner to discuss anything beforehand?”
“It can be arranged, if you’d like them to know who has given them their break, your reasons, etc.”
“And what is the minimum swap duration, if I wanted to dip my toe in the water to try this before doing anything more long term?”
“One week minimum. Though do bear in mind that according to the terms, if your swap absconds, dies, or simply chooses not to return, you will be left to complete their sentence. This system is designed more for people who know the prisoners. So girlfriends, mothers, fathers, brothers may do this; there’s an incentive to return. But a complete stranger? They may have no reason to return."
Zoe hadn’t considered that. But why let such a detail ruin an otherwise good plan.
“Thanks for your time Mr Jones. I’ll be in touch soon. How quickly can the swap take place? Does it take weeks?”
“Not weeks. Hours, if you want. It’s a straight swap. If you’re a similar size or same gender, we just give them your clothes and put you into theirs. They leave out the same door you came in, free, as you’re locked away. It’s really that simple."
Zoe shuddered. She had a plan… she was going to pick a prisoner, meet them, and sabotage her chance of escape. Assuming she could find the perfect swap, she wanted to feel as out of control as possible.
Decision time Zoe had been making preparations. Her plan was to just ‘disappear’. That way she wouldn’t have to answer any awkward questions from Jennifer. She would leave a note saying she had gone abroad on holiday, and just not return. She had paid for a lookalike to fly out on her passport and return on their own. That way she would just ‘vanish’.
As for who she was going to swap with – she had spent days studying the tablet Jones had given her. She felt like this was an all or nothing endeavour. So she would choose someone who had zero prospects of release for a very long time. There was one inmate at the mental facility who fitted the bill. Someone called Louise Campbell. She had murdered her family due to hearing voices, was suicidal, and had a permanent spot in a padded cell, was kept in a straitjacket, restrained with Segufix, and due to a tendency towards biting prison staff, had to wear a face mask (she wasn’t sure exactly what was behind it).
It also seemed that due to her permanent restraints, she had to be fitted with medical devices to help her go to the toilet unaided. Due to hunger strikes, she was force-fed meals in liquid form through the mask and a feeding tube. According to the records she had served five years of a 50 year sentence. So 45 years to go. Zoe was 25, meaning she would be released aged 70. That’s if she had good behaviour. She could spend the best part of her life living her fantasy.
That sounded like heaven to Zoe. Given the precarious mental state of the prisoner if she offered to serve a short sentence, it’s unlikely they would return anyway. So what the hell. Louise was also 25 and a similar build to Zoe. She imagined a straight swap with little fuss, as Jones had described.
She emailed Jones and told him her plans. He arranged for her to swap the next day.
The swap Zoe arrived at Jones’ office at 2pm as agreed. Jones had her sign various bits of paperwork and the deed was now done. No turning back. Jones wondered why she was doing this, but it wasn’t his place to ask. He arranged for a prison van to collect her and take her to the facility.
On arrival the guard led her into the facility and Zoe asked if she could speak with Louise before the swap commenced, as Jones had indicated. The guard nodded and opened up the cell.
“Take as long as you want. You’ll not be leaving here again, so it doesn't matter to us. Louise hasn’t been drugged today as she has been behaving well since she found out yesterday someone was going to work her sentence for her.”
Zoe stood there looking at the prisoner in front of her. What she was to become. She was intoxicated. Laid there was a woman of her build. She was tied up in a straitjacket, which looked to be made of thick rubber, and she seemed to be wearing rubber trousers too. Every limb was tied down tight to the trolley, and out of her trousers snaked the end of a catheter, linked to a urine bag hanging off the trolley. It was half full of dark yellow urine. Her head was encased in a mask and a hood, also rubber, and a feeding tube stuck out.
“I’ll remove her hood and mask so you can talk. Louise, you have your visitor," the guard announced. Louise wriggled to no avail and made barely audible muffled grunting noises.
The guard unbuckled the mask from Louise’s face, which sealed on top of the rubber hood. The mask seemed to include an inbuilt gag. They fiddled with a feeding tube that fed through it and up her nose, but left the tube in place. As the mask was taken away, strings of saliva that had built up inside stretched away, snapping back. The gag dripped with spit. They then slipped the thick rubber hood off her head. Louise takes a deep breath “Ahhh. Fresh air. I’ve had that thing stuck on me for months. She licked her lips, which were wet with saliva, all she could do given she was still immobile. She stretched her jaw and worked it a bit. “I’ve not been able to close my mouth for so long.
My jaw feels so numb! So who are you? Are you crazy?” Zoe replied “Hey, I’m Zoe. I’ve enrolled in the prison swap programme. I wanted to give you a chance to live your life over again… by swapping places. I’ll serve the rest of your sentence from now on, and in a few minutes you get to walk out of here with a clean criminal record. I’ve even arranged for my bank balance to go into your name and I’ve left a suitcase full of clothes at reception for you.”
Louise didn’t know what to say. “So you’ve given up your freedom for me? Why?”
“Well, now that I’ve signed the papers, I can be honest with you. I have a huge bondage fetish. I get turned on at the idea of being locked up. And the amount you’re restrained and the length of your sentence… I’d get to enjoy it for the rest of my life. I also looked at other candidates and you looked like the most tragic case. I hope you make the most of your second chance, while I’m locked up in here for the rest of my life. I’ve also signed the contract to say that if you commit any further crimes, they’ll be added to my sentence. I am literally your insurance against ever going back to prison. But I hope you don’t abuse that power… it would be annoying to have to spend even more time here.”
Zoe giggled, only half joking at that last point.
“Please feel free to come back and see me. I’d like to know how you’re getting on with the life I’ve left you. Or don’t. The isolation will be divine; but you’re the only person who will ever be able to visit me. I’d like it if you’d maybe even tease me when you visit.”
Louise nodded, and didn’t really know what to say, other than, “Well, you’ll certain get to live out your fantasy. I for one won’t miss being tied to this trolley for the rest of my life, unable to talk with a mouth full of rubber. Come on then you stupid girl, let's swap places so I can go and have some fun out there in the real world!"
Louise, as if making a point, thrashed around on the trolley she was restrained to desperately trying to escape.
“See, you’ll love it. Can’t move an inch."
Zoe called the guard who returned. He told Zoe to strip naked whilst he unbuckled Louise from her restraints and removed all of the medical devices. He deflated a catheter and pulled that out leaving it to dangle at the bedside. He then deflated some kind of bulb from Louise’s rear, and this came out and similarly dangled from the bedside. Next he removed her straightjacket and put this to one side. There were also various other implements that were removed like a locking steel collar, an electronic ankle identification bracelet, and curiously rubber underpants, socks and gloves.
Zoe laid her clothes on the nearby chair and waited for Louise to be freed.
“Louise, I’d really like it if you’d be the one to restrain me in my new prison. There’s a certain irony to this and it would make me happy."
Louise shrugged, “Sure, hon, whatever floats your boat."
As Louise stood there, she wet herself and dribbled on the floor. "Jesus. I've had a catheter in for five years, I'm leaking everywhere. Warden, have you got anything?" The warden passed her an adult diaper, and she taped this on. "Guess my bladder is wrecked. And my backside doesn't feel so great either."
As the two girls stood there, Louise grabbed Zoe’s underwear and put them on over the thin diaper, followed by her dress and leggings, and finally her boots. They were a perfect fit. “Wow, I’ve not felt normal for years. This is going to be fun. You do know that you’re going to have 35 years of being locked in this dark hole don’t you? And you’re powerless to do anything? You won’t be able to eat, drink, shit or piss unless the guards let you. Half the reason I went more insane than I already was, was because me and the voices in my head had far too much time to come up with ways to piss off the guards. It became more fun to try and get restrained more and more because at least I was getting attention. But eventually they settled o
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