Chapter 1 - The Swap

Not that he was complaining, or was he? But this was completely out of character for Sarah. Not that he could do much about it. His hands were thread through the iron railings of the bed and tied with a scarf, his wife’s pussy was an inch from his face, whilst he strained to lick it. She teased him on and off, a few minutes of licking, a few minutes of her rubbing her clit, fucking her pussy with her hand. Occasionally, she would stroke his rock hard member. All the time his face covered in her juices and he smell of sex in her nostrils.

He was pretty helpless whilst she straddled him like this; her stockings rubbing at his sides. It was as if she’d been captured by aliens or something. His arms ached, as did most of his body, but it was a pleasure-able ache in the circumstances. He wasn’t going to say no to the first spot of bondage in his life.

Eventually, she came, once, then twice and still she kept him “ready to go”, teasing him, unwilling to climb aboard. He was in a land of ecstasy.

Then to his surprise, she climbed off. She went to her bag and started to look for something. He could see her stocking clad legs, the bra, which was still on, was she bent over, her legs spread slightly, her pussy lips were visible from behind, John had a deep desire and kneel behind her and lick, to be submissive. Not just her pussy, but her arse hole, which looked so divine from here.

But that wouldn’t be to form. Sarah was a once a month, missionary position girl. She knew of his dark fantasies of domination, humiliation and control. But try as they might, she wasn’t into it. Or hadn’t been. That’s what worried john. Well, for about a nanosecond, as he viewed her arse and tasted her juices round his mouth. The room had the smell of her sex. Despite his thoughts, this ranked as the best ever. He waited patently for the next stage.

John and Sarah had been together since day dot. High school, university, jobs, marriage. London was a busy dirty place, but it was all they’d known. They knew every inch of each other, but physically and mentally. Well, almost every inch!

That’s when the sharp pain in the arm came, he scream and turned to Sarah. The needle was still in his arm, dangling. As he climbed out of bed it fell out. As he tried to stand his legs gave way.

His body had given way, try as he might, he body failed to respond. But he was still conscious he looked up at Sarah. She slipped on her French knickers (she has really rolled the boat out. This time) giving her the sexy lingerie model look and always melted John. Despite being a bit of a prude, Sarah had an expensive taste in Lingerie, of all kinds and forms. Sometimes, completely out of character for her, or so you’d think.

Sarah picked up her phone. She simply said, “ready for swap”.

John wanted to say “swap what”, but he couldn’t. Slowly his senses gave way, now he couldn’t speak. His rock hard dick had shrivelled. She cupped it in her hand and simply muttered. “shame, maybe one day”. As he tried to keep his eyes open, Sarah slipped into her grey classy business suit. She stroked his dick once more as John faded into unconsciousness.

Chapter 2 – Processing

John awoke and on stretching, found he simply couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all. His muscles flexed, but he was firmly secured to something. He was completely immobilized. His arm ached and he was blind. He had the lingering smell of Sarah in his nostrils and taste in his mouth. He smiled before the other memories, of the ending, came flooding back.

After a few more seconds, the bright light that blinded him began to dissipate and he could see shapes, plus he was moving. He seemed to be on some form of floating bed/operating table. Except, he was vertical and moving down a long corridor. He was also naked. Thankfully it was warm. But the sensation of being naked in public led to John being in a semi-aroused state. He flushed red, clearly still feeling the effects of the lack of cuming earlier.

He could see the woman in front leading, with a control pad, it look like the back of his wife, Sarah, except this Sarah was dressed in what looked like a black leather cat suit, leading him to the conclusion it wasn’t Sarah. Sarah had a high powered lawyer’s job, classy business suits were the norm, not black leather cat suits.

The sight in front of him did nothing for his semi-aroused state, now rapidly going to fully aroused. Even on closing his eyes, all he could hear was the “clip clip clip clip” of the boots.

She seemed completely un-ware, or simply not bothered he was awake. So John stopped struggling, having realised the fruition of this, and waited.

They turned into a wide, open room, the end of which John couldn’t see, it was simply marked:

“Preparation”

What struck him was the sound of human misery. Screaming, crying, moaning, all very very disturbing. The sounds came out of rows and rows of rooms, but, nothing could be seen inside. Empty transport devices like one he was on sat outside some of the rooms. Woman, and some men, dressed like Sarah (if it was her), walked around with the transport devices following them. He kept his eyes closed, not daring to look too often, and, in part, simply being scared to.

They entered a room and John’s heart leapt, but not in a nice way, in a horrifying, stomach churning, sickness way. He strained with all his strength but couldn’t move and never forgot that scene.

It was Sarah.

Sarah was suspended motionless in the air. She was naked, and hairless. John looked on at a side angle, but able to see both front and some of her back.

Her head hair was gone, pubic hair as well; Sarah hadn’t been bald done below since she was a pre-puberty school girl. A second black clad leather woman pulled what looked like a black silk all cover body coat onto Sarah, it covered every inch of her body. Then slowly, the silk coat begin to shrink, to mould to her body, enclosed it, and encompassed it. At the end, everything was black and silk shiny, even the eyes, mouth and pussy. No exposed skin was left. It left her looking decidedly un-human.

Sarah’s eyes had met Johns, but neither of them could speak, Sarah just kept uttering “No, No, No”, interspersed with begging and pleading. John, found that try as he might, he couldn’t utter a word.

Next, what looked like metal pants were strapped round Sarah, two parts, one for the rear and one for the front which fastened at the side. There was a sound of electronics starting up, whirring. A hollow phalanx shaped appendage at the front slowly inserted itself into Sarah’s vagina, the same in her rear. The scream was unbearable to John, he wanted to turn away but couldn’t, he wanted to rescue her, hold her, and tell her it would be ok, but he couldn’t. He could just watch as Sarah was tortured by the process. Eventually the two phalanx shaped objects had inserted themselves into Sarah’s holes, and the entrances closed up, covered with a metal sheath.  Definitely some kind of electronic chastity device thought John. He had seen similar devices during his secret porn trips on the internet.

Then, a collar was put round Sarah’s neck. The type that was 2-3 inches in height and prevented the neck from moving in just about any direction. There was a small appendage at the back of Sarah’s neck. There was a grinding sound and crunch and the most ear splitting scream you’d ever heard, the appendage slowly buried itself into the back of Sarah’s neck. The second black leather clad woman connected a cable to the back of Sarah’s neck, instantly the screaming stopped.

Then, a large metal frame descended from the ceiling and surrounded Sarah’s head. First, the mouth peace entered her mouth, followed by a metal plate covering her mouth. It looked like an “O” ring gag, but solid metal with a hole init.

Then, what looked like metal ear muffs covered the side of her head, finally, metal coverings covered Sarah’s eyes. Only her nose remained open. Even then, a covering was put over the front of her face, and two metal cylinders went up her nostrils. Whilst not a complete metal head mask, Sarah was now virtually senseless. John could still hear the panting sounds of frantic breathing from beneath the mask, the sounds of a motional senseless body panicking.

Sarah’s arms were clipped to the side of the pants, rendering her arms useless. Then, she was lowered to the floor. The moment the cable was disconnected, Sarah marched off. John sensed that whatever had happened her rendered Sarah helpless, senseless and not in control of her own body. A prisoner in her own body.

Sarah marched out of the door without a second glance to John.

The first cat suited woman turned around, up until now John had not seen her from the front. In the space of a few seconds John was met with a second stomach churning heart leaping moment. The woman was an exact copy of Sarah. To the smallest details she was identical, a clone.

John was then transferred from his transport device and suspended in the air. If he could have screamed, he would have, or cried, he would have. John was scared. A man had appeared in the room, He was clad in back leather, the same as the rest, he didn’t even give john a second glance, it was John’s double, his clone.

The second woman proceeded to cover his head with a clear gel, then his arms, legs and chest. She lingered on his dick, massaging it for a while, fascinated by the reaction. Even in this state, John, easily aroused from earlier, responded. Finally, she gelled up his arse and back, for the first time ever, someone slipped a finger into his virgin hole.

She stood back and waited. Slowly but surely, John felt a pain rising all over his body. He screamed as the pain rose to un-bare able levels. His hair fell from his body in great lumps. The woman proceeded to wipe him down, again lingering on his dick. This time, amid the pain, there was no reaction. John had long since lost his erection. Even in his wildest BDSM fantasies this didn’t happen, well not exactly like this. He was supposed to have sex, to be aroused, to cum. It wasn’t meant to be like this. What was going on?

John found at this stage he could speak and he started shouting, screaming at the people, but to no affect. Knowing what was coming was driving him to shear panic. The attendant, the second black leather clad woman, then slipped a black silk coat over him, stood back and waited. The coat felt cool, silky, like his wife’s French knickers when he had tried them on in her absence. He felt no pain as it tightened, much to his surprise, just a tightness round his body and muscles. There was discomfort as he felt the material, which seemed to live, coat his mouth, arse and under his foreskin. But still no pain. It felt strange, like he had a second skin, but also like he had lost his own skin. No could have sworn he’d lost feeling in his skin, but being motionless he couldn’t tell.

Next the attendant slipped a metal ring over the base of his penis, separating them from his balls. Then, she slipped down his foreskin and slipped a very very tight metal sheath over his penis. The air over the tip of his penis felt good. He had fantasised long and hard about chastity, but had always thought it would remain just that, a fantasy. Then, the attendant clipped on a similar pair of metal pants, first the back, then the front. His dick was thread into a metal cylinder which kept him extremely tight, clearly no erection would ever be achieved with this.

John screamed he has felt the same metal phalanx invade his arse hole, and then two metal tubes invaded his penis, he screamed in the agony that resulted. Whatever they were doing, they had no regard for pain or the harm to bodily functions. He then felt two crushing pressures, one on either ball, no movement at all, or erection, or sperm production would now be possible. It was total chastity and sex control. Plus, he realised, also complete toiletry control. He would never be able to urinate or shit with this device on.

Then the collar was added. He felt a sharp crunch in his neck, followed what felt like a drill, john screamed briefly as he felt bone crunching and grinding, then he stopped. He suddenly found he couldn’t scream, like he had lost control.

Then, the metal cage surrounded his head, in the same way Sarah had first his mouth, then his eyes and ears were covered, he could breath and smell through his nose, but that was it. John as in a silent panic. Then, like Sarah, his body simply took over and he marched out of the room. John tried to move by his own free will, but couldn’t, it was sheer panic. A silent, senseless panic.

If John could have seen where he was going he would have seen them walking down the room to the end, past the rooms, the screams, the crying. Other people clearly being, well enslaved for want of a better word. Modern day 21st Century fully slavery he thought. But why the clones? He realised that slavery didn’t involve cloning you.

The black leather clad people continued going about some sinister business.

They headed through a door marked “Machine A”.

Back behind him, the two clones kissed and held hands as they headed back to their lives, their stolen lives.