|
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction set in the near future. All characters are made up and any resemblance to real people living or dead is unintentional. This story is not for anyone under the age of Majority (18 in some states/21 in others). If you are not legally old enough to read this then please go elsewhere. I wasn’t guilty, but that didn’t matter. The jury had not believed my defense, so therefore everyone thought that I was guilty. So here I lay, naked, in a cold operating room on an even colder metal table—my life changed for ever, and my body about to follow. I had been found guilty of first degree rape and, in the year 2051, was condemned to a fate of sexlessness and slavery. Beyond a clear glass wall the families of the victim—whom I had not raped—watched with sadistic pleasure at seeing a 22 year old man in this predicament. Every hair had been removed, permanently, from my body (from the top of my head to the soles of my feet). A mesh cap had been placed on my scalp and a mesh girdle was placed about my gut. They were a technological breakthrough at the dawn of the twenty-first century. When an electric current was run through the mesh they would meld in on a molecular level with living matter. The girdle was designed so that it would force its wearer to a permanent constant weight—in my case 120 lbs, never to gain or lose weight again. The cap, now that is the more sinister device. When it melds with the wearer, it completely takes over the wearer’s brain. It prevents all conscious thought, removes freewill and traps the wearer in their own mind, forever forced to do exactly what they are told, when they are told, forever little more than a living robot. This was the fate that awaited me, to forever be a sexless, living robot slave. When the clock reached twelve, Technicians, gorgeous women in silver scrubs, came in to begin my transformation. The first thing they did was to pick up a long black, hollow rubber tube that ended in a round aperture with threads set in a fleshy patch of artificial skin. This skin was a mixture of genetically engineered flesh and a powerful bonding material that would fix it permanently in place. One Tech forced my mouth open while another forced the tube down my throat and into my stomach. When the tube was almost all the way in, the first Tech removed her hands and the other finished pushing the tube down and ran her fingers along the artificial flesh, sealing it forever onto my face. Permanently silenced, they moved on to the next step, the table was rotated so that my ass was facing up, and a similar tube, this one with a locking cap, was shoved up my ass and similarly secured. I would never again take a dump unless hooked up to a receptacle that would suck it out. Turned back face up, my legs were forced apart and they began the next to last steps in my transformation. The first Tech picked up a scalpel and began to cut away my scrotum. It was a terrible agony, with no relief. I was not allowed pain-killers, which was a part of my sentence. All I could do was to scream into my now sealed mouth, only a much muffled grunt escaped the feeding fixture. The cutting and pain went on for what seemed an eternity, and when it was done they shoved another tube like the first two down my urethra and sealed the artificial flesh over the my open and bleeding crotch. This tube was also caped like the one in my ass, and I knew that I would not be able to take a piss unless allowed. It was almost done. One more step and my transformation would be complete. One more step and I would spend the rest of my life a sexless, nude, mindless slave, to be sold on the market for quite a tidy sum to be sure. And then a Tech flipped a switch, and I felt a charge go through both the girdle and the cap…. Hey, if you liked this, let me know. Email comments to hypnosubw@yahoo.com If anyone who reads this is an artist and is interested in doing some pics based on this, I would be interested in seeing them. They can be sent to my email. Hypnosubw. |