Message-ID: <63768asstr$1468293002@assm.asstr.org>
From: The Technician <Technician666@GMail.com>
User-Agent: ForteAgent/7.20.32.1218
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Bytes: 25642
Subject: {ASSM} Body Swap  Non-consensual Sex, Future
Lines: 486
Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2016 23:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Body Swap
by The Technician

Non-consensual Sex, Future

 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Prisoner agrees to a body swap, but it isn't what he thought.

In some future time, prisoners can agree to a body swap with someone
older than themselves so that they become the age they would be when
their sentence is complete. Robert Voleman sees this as a way to get
out of jail early to continue his predatory life. The final result,
however, is not quite what he expected.

This story deals with forceful, non-consensual sex. If that does not
trip your trigger- or if it disgusts you- skip this story. However,
the twist at the end may make it worth your read even if it isn't your
cup of tea.

 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if
acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is
included with the article.  This story is copyright (c) 2016 by The
Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. )

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this
story for personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies
of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly
forbidden.

 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
 * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Robert Voleman walked slowly into the narrow room. He was fourth in a
line of six men. The room was brightly lit. There was a small platform
about three feet wide sticking out from the back wall. On the wall
behind that very short stage was a series of horizontal black lines
interrupted at regular intervals by numbers. The number on the lowest
line said "4' 6"." On the highest line it said "7' 6"."

As Robert took his place on the platform, the number a few inches
above the top of his head said "6'6"" He was 6'3". 

The guard's voice over the speaker said, "Face the mirror," and the
six men turned and stepped back against the wall. Robert's massive
shoulders nearly touched the men standing on either side of him.

He had always been large, even as a child. He wasn't fat, like many
big kids. He was large, as in tall and heavily muscled. He was very
heavily muscled, but he wasn't bull-necked like many modern wrestlers
and others who had to bulk up with medical assistance. His neck was
large, but proportional to his head. If you saw him in loose clothing,
you might not realize his physical capabilities- unless you crossed
him and brought out his anger. Then his muscles would be evident as he
pummeled you to the ground.

No one was sure what turned Robert evil, but very early in his life,
he began to use his physical advantage for a specific purpose. And
that purpose was to make life hell for the girls- and women- around
him.

At first he was just a playground bully who picked on the girls more
than the boys. Then as he aged, his taunting and torment took on a
more sexual nature. His juvenile records were sealed so no one- not
even the courts- knew what he might have done before the age of
eighteen. His adult record, however, showed that four days after his
eighteenth birthday he cornered a fellow senior in a little-used back
stairway at the high school and forcibly removed her clothing. He
might have gotten away with it, but Mister Mills, the chemistry
teacher, often used that stairway as a short cut to an outside door to
grab a quick smoke behind the building.

The attempted rape caused quite an uproar at the school. It also
caused Robert to be expelled. It did not, however, send him to prison.
Because it was his first official offense as an adult, he was sent
instead to mandatory sexual counseling sessions. The requirement for
the sessions was total honesty. And to Caroline Thompson, his
court-assigned therapist, his words seemed honest and heart-felt as he
sobbed out his confession that he had done something really stupid.

According to him, raping- or at least sex with-  a fellow student was
an initiation requirement to become part of a very secret club of top
athletes at the school. He said he was supposed to video everything to
insure the girl would remain quiet afterwards, but he couldn't bring
himself to rape the crying girl or video it. Since the authorities
checked his phone, but not the oversized pen clipped in his pocket,
they believed him. So did Caroline.

What she didn't realize was that she was dealing with a psychopath and
total sociopath for whom truth was irrelevant. Robert could have been
strapped into the most precise, state-of-the-art lie detector and it
would have shown him to be telling the absolute truth. In fact, he was
so convincing to everyone that his story caused a two-year
investigation into all clubs and organizations- official or
unofficial- at the school. Several clubs were ruled to be sexist and
offensive, but no criminal charges were ever filed.

Meanwhile, Robert was declared sufficiently repentant and
rehabilitated that, except for being on a sexual predators list for
three years and having to report to his therapist- not a parole
officer- for the same time period, he was free to go.

Robert was truly repentant- he was very sorry he was caught. And he
was rehabilitated- he now knew that he had to be much, much more
careful in the future... ... and he was.

For the next three years, he very dutifully attended his monthly sex
offenders group therapy meetings and kept his appointments for
bi-monthly sessions with his therapist. Her final recommendation was
that he be removed from the sexual offenders list and that his record
be expunged of his "youthful indiscretion."

To celebrate, he went out that night to hunt new prey. He found her at
a rest stop on the interstate. There were security cameras and even a
24/7 live attendant at the rest stop. But the attendant was at a desk
at the front of the restroom building, and all of the security cameras
pointed at the front doors and the parking lot. Robert parked on a
country road a few hundred yards behind the rest stop and approached
through the woods behind the building.

He chose this location because he had stopped at that rest area
several weeks before while on a scouting trip.  The attendant had left
the door to the janitor's closet in the men's rest room open while he
was mopping. He was actually in the other half of the restroom, but
the janitor's closet opened into both sides and both doors were open.
Robert peeked in through the open door and then entered the janitor's
closet.

There was no wall behind the janitor's sink and bucket dump trough.
Instead the closet opened into a labyrinth of pipes between the two
halves of the restroom. He moved noiselessly ahead and discovered that
at the end of that labyrinth was a larger area with two water heaters
and an outside door. Amazingly, that door had a simple lock that could
easily be opened from the outside with a credit card or thin piece of
metal. Since everything about the building was mirrored on both sides,
Robert assumed that the women's restroom had an equally susceptible
door.

He was right. He was also correct in assuming that there were also
small holes in the walls on the women's side where the dividers for
two of the stalls had been removed to create additional handicap
stalls. He stood in the darkness between the walls and watched... and
waited.

It was a little after one am when she came in. She was young and
dressed in a party skirt and blouse. She wasn't drunk, but it was
obvious she was close to the legal limit as she stood at the sink and
splashed cold liquid onto her face. Then she stood and sent a text
from her phone.

She spoke aloud as she typed with her thumbs, "Am at rest stop on
interstate. Drank too much. Very sleepy. Going to sleep in car for
while before driving rest of way home."

Robert smiled. He would have all night before anyone missed her. He
waited until she had gone into a stall before stepping out of the
janitor's closet. He waited patiently just far enough away so that she
could not see his shoes. When she came out of the stall, she turned
immediately toward the door, which meant her back was to him when he
struck.

The cloth over her mouth was just a rag. It already had a piece of
duct tape on the outside of it. He quickly used one hand to wrap the
tape around her head. The small squeak she made was unheard by the
attendant at his desk outside the restroom door.

Robert pushed her to the ground and pulled her arms behind her back.
More tape soon secured her hands in place. He pulled her back to her
feet and frog marched her into the janitor's closet, through the pipe
access area, and out the back service door.

Her family reported her missing at noon the next day. Shortly
thereafter, the police found her car at the rest stop.

Nothing showed on the security tapes, but an ever-widening search of
the area discovered her staked, naked, to the ground in the wooded
area behind the rest stop. She was blindfolded and gagged, but she was
alive. Unfortunately, even after her hysteria has subsided somewhat,
she could tell the authorities little.

She never saw his face. She never heard his voice. All she could say
was that he must have been very strong because once he got her
outside, he easily picked her up and threw her over his shoulder
before running to where she was eventually found.

Her rape had been slow. The rapist began by tying her down on the
ground. After he cut her clothing away leaving her naked, he spent at
least an hour slowly tormenting her by running his hands over her
entire body, pausing occasionally to tweak her nipples or her clit. 

Then she felt something cold and slimy on her crotch. When she felt
the tug of the razor, she realized that the slimy fluid was shaving
cream of some sort. He evidently used several razors to shave her sex
bald before wiping everything clean with a rough rag.

He spent a long time licking her cunt before the rape itself began. He
entered her very slowly, not to spare her pain, but to draw out the
actual moment so that it would be burned even deeper into her memory.
Once he was fully in, he began thrusting- again slowly at first, but
then faster and more violently. He continued thrusting until the
muffled screams from beneath the cloth gag became loud enough to
satisfy him. Those screams are what caused him to climax, not the
sexual act itself. He grunted loudly and spurted into her.

As she lay crying on the ground, he slowly wiped her down- inside and
out- with a very strong disinfectant followed by a strong bleach
solution. She screamed into the gag as he squirted the burning
solution into her already aching cunt. Then, carefully wiping away any
traces of himself and blurring any footprints, he left her there
crying into her gag and walked slowly back to his car. He didn't leave
her alive to spare her. He left her alive because he knew that she
would relive this night perhaps daily, for the rest of her life.

When he got home, he pulled his car into the garage and changed the
tires back to the originals. The four used tires he had purchased from
a junk yard he removed from the rims and took out to his grandfather's
farm where he burned them. They weren't the right size for his car so
the police would be looking for the wrong make and model if they found
his tire tracks in the gravel of the rural road. The extreme heat from
those burning tires totally consumed the tape, rags, razors, gloves,
and clothing which he had been wearing. Everything which could have
tied him to the rape was now gone.

It was such thorough attention to detail which kept Robert free for an
additional three years. In fact, it was pure bad luck, not a mistake
on his part, which eventually brought him to justice. A drunken driver
ran a stop sign and T-boned him in an intersection from the passenger
side. He was unhurt, but the same could not be said for the young
woman who was duct-taped in the trunk. She was thrown from the trunk
when it popped open on impact and broke several bones as she tumbled
onto the pavement.

Witnesses at the scene immediately recognized that something was not
right and attempted to hold Robert for the police, but he easily threw
them off and started to run. His bad luck continued, however, as he
ran straight into two squad cars responding to the 911 calls. It took
three policemen and two Tazers to bring him down.

He offered to plead guilty to three of the fourteen charges against
him. He did that because he knew that he had allowed himself to become
sloppy and the tape used on the other two most recent girls would
match the tape on the girl in the trunk. It would also match the roll
of tape in his trunk which he had carelessly re-used.

There was nothing, however, which could tie him to the other eleven
charged rapes- or the additional nineteen uncharged rapes- so the DA's
office took what they could and made a deal. The deal was forty years.
He would be sixty-four years old when he was released... unless he
agreed to a body swap. 

Body swaps had been scientifically possible for almost thirty years,
but had been used in prisons for only a decade. Body swaps were
exactly that. The minds of two people were transferred so that each
became the other person. The process was extremely expensive- and
rigidly controlled by law- but it was much cheaper than keeping a
person in prison, especially since the recipient of the prisoner's
body paid most of the expenses.

The reasoning behind the prisoner body swap law was that if a person
sentenced to twenty-five years exchanged bodies with someone
twenty-five years older than themselves, they had effectively served
their sentence and could be released almost immediately.

Of course, it was never quite that easy. The person buying a younger
body from the state, needed to show that they were in good physical
shape for their age and did not have any terminal- or major-
illnesses. The "replacement" would choose a "candidate" through a long
process that began with an extensive psychological evaluation. After
all, a total change of your body was not something that everyone could
handle. 

Once approved, the replacement would review the files of various
prisoners who would fit the criteria. There were many factors to
consider, but primarily, the difference in ages had to be less than or
equal to half of the time left on the candidate's sentence. Prisoners
who agreed to a swap were given double time- meaning that the age
difference was multiplied by two when calculating the sentence
equivalent.

Up until this time, Robert had refused all body swap offers. He had
even filed the necessary legal documents to prevent an "involuntary
swap." Without that paperwork, just being in prison was interpreted as
being willing to be released through a body swap procedure. If a
prisoner did not agree to a specific swap, it could still occur, but
they were given triple time, which meant that a fifteen year age
difference would balance out a forty-five year sentence.

Some prisoners withheld their consent hoping for a triple time deal.
Not Robert. He knew that an even better offer would eventually
arise... and it did. For some reason, a replacement was willing to pay
significantly extra for someone between the ages of twenty and
twenty-five who did not have visible tattoos. They even specified that
"double-triple time" apply. That meant that an age difference of as
little as six years and seven months would balance out a forty-year
sentence. 

This was Robert's kind of deal. Whoever it was had to be only a little
over six years older than he was. If he agreed to this special body
swap and was chosen, he would be able to get out of prison well before
his thirty-first birthday. Now all that had to happen was for the
replacement to choose him in the final selection.

He stood impassively staring at the reflection of his own naked body
in the one-way mirror. For some of the first body swaps, the men in
the selection line-ups had been clothed, but it was soon discovered
that if you were going to see yourself naked in a mirror for the rest
of your life, you had better like what you saw.

Robert flicked his eyes to the left and then to the right catching a
quick glimpse of his competition. His wasn't the largest package in
the room, but he was more than amply equipped.

The guard's voice once again came over the speaker. "Prisoners number
one, three, and six may leave," he said.

Robert felt a slight grin come onto his face. Normally he could
control his facial expressions and prevent any show of emotion, but he
was intentionally trying to act natural. He should be happy that he
was one of the last three possible choices for this special body swap,
so he was thinking of happy things.

In his mind, Lucinda Blake was pleading for him not to take her
virginity. She had managed to save it for twenty-nine years and was
hoping to remain a virgin until her marriage, which was only a month
away. His very clear memory of her pitiful pleading and her shrill
screams when he violently broke her hymen made it easy for him to
smile.

Lucinda was one of his favorites. Despite not having received an
invitation, Robert had attended Lucinda and Marvin's wedding. He was
one of the few present who knew the real reason why she was crying
softly throughout the entire ceremony. He was also one of the very few
present who knew why Judge Blake looked so angry during the entire
ceremony. Lucinda was one of the nine rapes which had never been
connected to him... unless you count the fact that he appeared in
several of the crowd pictures from the wedding.

She probably would have been one of his favorites even if she had not
been the daughter of Judge Blake. Robert had specifically chosen her
and stalked her for several months because Judge Blake was the judge
who had presided over his trial when he was eighteen. He had waited
five years, but revenge, after all, is a dish best served cold.

"Turn left," the guard's voice ordered and the three remaining men
turned in place.

No matter what body I will be in," Robert thought to himself, I will
always have my memories to keep me warm.

He felt a stirring and immediately willed his twitching member to be
still. He had total control over his body, and that included the
ability to deflate his engorged member to avoid looking suspicious
while stalking prey.

"Number five," the guard's voice said, "you may leave. Two and four
face forward."

It was now down to prisoner two and himself. As Robert turned he moved
his eyes to more closely examine his final competition. It was
prisoner Carlson. William Carlson was also a large man, but was rather
fair-complected and had reddish blond hair. His beard- and his pubic
hair- however, were deep bronze. Overall, he had a slightly soft
appearance to him.

"If they want someone large and manly," Robert thought to himself.
"I've got it hacked."

It was silent in the room for several minutes. Robert stood
impassively looking at himself in the mirror. "I wonder what I will
look like?" he thought to himself. He was mentally calculating how
much exercise- and steroids- it was going to take to regain his
heavily-muscled body.

"Number two," the guard said, "you may go. Prisoner number four, you
may return to your cellblock for now. The transfer procedure will be
done in the morning."

Robert walked back to his cell. His step had even more swagger in it
than normal. He was getting out. By law, the replacement had to be at
least six years older than he was, so at the least he would be
receiving was thirty-six years off his sentence. Each two months
beyond that meant another year, so he potentially could be getting out
as early as tomorrow night.

As he stepped into his cell, he was smiling broadly. For once, even
his extreme control couldn't hide his pleasure.

***

The prison medic came for him at 7:30 in the morning. He was
instructed to removed all of his clothing and sit while the medic
carefully shaved his head. He then lay naked on the gurney and was
covered with a sheet. Several broad, webbed, straps went across his
body to hold him in place. One smaller strap went across his forehead
holding his head in place.

The body swap procedure itself was relatively simple, but the skull
cap, with its myriad of electrodes has to be positioned exactly and
tested several times before anything could begin. A mild sedative was
given in an IV to keep both the replacement and the candidate calm
while the technicians checked and rechecked their data.

Once the transfer began, it would take approximately four hours for
the minds to be exchanged. Calling it a body swap was actually a
misnomer because it was the minds, not the bodies, which were
transferred. The swap started a little before eleven and was completed
around three thirty.

While Robert was lying on the cart in recovery, the warden stopped to
speak with him. "The replacement," he began, "was exactly six years,
four months older than you. That means that you have had thirty-eight
equivalent years removed from your sentence. You have served one year,
five months, so you have seven months remaining on your sentence."

The warden coughed and looked slightly uncomfortable. "The law is very
specific," he said, "that you must serve out those remaining months in
the same facility in which you were incarcerated prior to the
transfer. The supervising Judge has ruled that, even in this case,
that includes remaining in the same cell block. You will be returned
to your cell as soon as the doctors say you are ready."

"No problem, warden," he replied. The sedative made his voice sound
tiny and far away, but he was still able to hide the pleasure that was
flowing through him. He could do seven months standing on his head. He
would be free to hunt again in less than a year.

An hour later the prison medic was wheeling him back to his cell. As
he rolled through the cell block, he could hear the prisoners hooting
and hollering. Someone getting out on a body swap was often cause for
celebration. It was expected that the prisoner would provide some sort
of contraband for that celebration and Robert had stocked up a supply
of smuggled whiskey and other goods for his going away party.

"You know you made history today," the medic said as he started to
unstrap the restraints. "When Judge Blake's daughter got raped," he
continued, "she was ready to commit suicide. But the judge told her
that she was always his daughter no matter what."

He gave a short laugh. "Her older sister evidently took him at his
word and came out of the closet a few weeks later as a transgender."
Another short laugh. "She didn't want that surgery, though," he
continued. "She said it would make her an artificial man and she
wanted to be a real man. Soooooo......"

Robert's sat up on the cart trying to comprehend what the medic had
just told him. He slid off and stood in front of the metal mirror
above the sink in the cell. A bald, slightly smaller version of
Lucinda Blake looked back at him from the mirror.

Over his shoulder he could see his cell mate smiling and laughing.
"Hello Roberta," he said with a deep chuckle. "We are going to have a
lot of fun at your party today." He laughed as he added, "At least I
and the rest of the boys on the block will."

Despite having almost total control over his body, mind, and emotions,
a terrified scream burst from Robert / Roberta's lips. It was going to
be a very long seven months.

 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 

END OF STORY

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Published eBooks by Wayne Mitchell (The Technician)
The Perfect Sex Toy http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=9639
Senior Project  http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=7753
Handcuff Island http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=8160
I, Masochist http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=8263
UMPA Eleven http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=10952

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+