"I'll have time to catch up," Queke thought as he slipped into the chamber. He brushed his hand through his straggly red hair and looked around. There was a hissing sound as the door shut behind him. Queke rushed to the door, but there appeared to be no way to open it.
"Well, well, well. How are you my fine friend. I didn't know they were sending new victims. This must be an early shipment," a female voice said.
Queke turned around to see a beautiful woman wearing a skin tight body suit. She had long cascading blonde hair and the face of an angel. Her body matched, large bountiful breasts, long thin legs, a narrow waist and delicate hands. Unfortunately she was holding a stun gun.
"Sorry, I'm not a victim. I came with my friends looking for..." Queke realised that he was telling this woman too much.
"My, you're pirates? I'm impressed. And happy. You see the inmates here are confined to their rooms. If you leave you invariably die at the hands of one of those damnable robots. Victims are coded into the computer as well. Once they enter a room they can't leave, the master computer sees to that. But pirates. My the computer will allow you to go anywhere as it doesn't have a record of you! You'll be like the administrative staff!" she said, a smile forming on her lips.
Queke didn't like that smile, he especially didn't like the way she was pointing the gun at him.
The woman fired her stun gun.
Half an hour later Queke walked out of the room carrying a small machine. He paused in the corridor as though expecting a security robot to blast him to pieces. When nothing happened he began making his way back to the ship. He met the others at the airlock.
"Where have you been! We've been worried sick about you!" Bella scolded him.
"I found this in one of the rooms. It's a machine of some sort. I'll put it in the ship," Queke said.
"We found some valuable items as well," Max said. "I think we should go."
"I'm all for that," Queke said.
They boarded the ship and disconnected from the station.
'Queke' laughed out loud as he watched the station grow smaller and smaller. With his mental exchange device he was going to be rich. This time the System Computer wouldn't find him. He'd make sure of that!
Meanwhile the real Queke awakened, he sat upright and looked down at his body. He was wearing a skin tight silver suit, the one which the girl was wearing. Not only that but he had breasts. Hell, he wasn't wearing her clothes he was in her body! He stood and looked down at himself.
Those same large breasts he had admired previously greeted his view again, but the crotch of the skin tight suit was smooth. Well not exactly smooth. If he looked really hard he could see...
"Oh my god," Queke said, his voice a dulcet soprano. "She's stolen my body. Now I'm the prisoner! Not only of this body but of this station!"
Queke looked around the room. There was an abundant supply of mechanical equipment. There was a machine with two virtual helmets attached to it, but these appeared to have been modified extensively. This must be her workshop and that would be her mind transference machine!
Wandering into the next room, Queke let out a gasp of awe. The entire ceiling was glass and looked out onto the planet. There was a marble tile pool and an extensive gym. Abutting this was a huge bedroom. Lining the wall of the bedroom were hibernation chambers, probably ten in all. Three contained women and two were occupied by men. They all had control collars on, the type worn by criminals. Obviously these were her victims!
Walking over towards the chambers, Queke noticed that the men all appeared to be in excellent shape, as did the woman. He started to thaw out all the people, then returned to the lab to see what he could make of the machine. Perhaps he could get a male body back.
After playing with the machine for a while, he figured out how it worked. Happy, he returned to the main room to discover all the people awake. He slowly walked up to one of the men. "Can you talk?" he asked.
The man shook his head. Queke looked him up and down. He was attractive. Queke idly wondered what it would be like to sleep with a man as a woman. He was curious, but at the moment he had to talk to these people. He reached up and disengaged the collar around the mans neck.
As the clip was removed from the naked mans throat, he reached out and grabbed the collar from Queke's grip. He pushed it around the woman's neck and snapped it closed.
Queke tried to protest, tried to explain, but nothing came from her mouth. She couldn't talk!
"I've been waiting for this for years! Do you remember how many times you've had your way with me when I've been in one of the female bodies? I'm a man, not a woman." he started to slowly unzip Queke's top, her large milky breasts spilling free.
Queke wanted to say that she was a man too but she couldn't. Queke couldn't even resist, the collar around her neck somehow sapping her of the strength to react. She was like putty in his hands as he removed her suit. Underneath she was wearing nothing.
The man ran a hand over her breasts and nipples. Queke shuddered, the pleasure uniquely feminine.
"Do you know how many times I've wanted to do this?" the man asked placing his penis at the lips of her hot moist cunt.
Queke shook her head.
"This many times," he said as he pushed deep into her. Queke let out a gasp as she was penetrated for the first time, wrapping her legs around the man. He started pounding into her, counting.
Afeterwards the man went over to the others and removed their collars.
Queke could tell by the look in their eyes that they didn't like her one bit.
"I'm next said the other man."
"After you can we switch bodies. I want to give her a good going over as man too," said one of the women, a cute red head.
"Then me!" said the brunette.
"I'm after you all!" said the blonde.
"There's no hurry everyone. We have all the time in the world," the man who'd just screwed her said.
Queke let out a small sigh. She was going to spend the rest of her life here. Maybe she shouldn't have been so curious.
