Traffic
Synopsis: Hunter is called to investigate a case of human trafficking. Where will it lead him?
Nevada 1992
Joe Hunter; Agent Hunter. Hunter poured over the brief as his partner Angela Cowls drove into he Mercy General carpark
“You read this?” he asked with sarcasm
“Yes”
“You believe this shit?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe” she said
The report: Sheriffs, responding to an accident found a van. The driver had fled. In the back were four women, all wearing leather collars.
Two were badly injured. Two were lucid the whole time. None of the four acted normal, the resident specialist Dr. Norman Wisdom suspected that the four women were being trafficked.
Hunter walked into 2.01 at the hospital. “Good morning” he said to the young attractive woman
“Good morning” she smiled
“I’m Agent Hunter, FBI” he said showing his credentials
She nodded
“I understand…” he continued “Your name is Rosie?”
“Yes” she said
“What is your surname?”
“Slaves don’t have surnames” she smiled as if he said something funny
“I’m sorry… what?” he gasped as Agent Cowls joined him
“Slaves don’t have surnames” she said, “Why would we need one”
“Slaves?”
“Mm-mmm” she nodded
“You’re a slave?” Cowls asked “Who to?”
“Our Master, silly” she laughed
“Your Master?” Hunter asked
“Mm-mmm” she nodded
“Who is your Master”
“He that controls us” she laughed “You outsiders are very strange” she added
Cowls and Hunter looked at each other.
“Can I leave now?” she asked, she raised her left arm a little—it was restrained.
“I’m sure the doctors want to see you” Cowls said “Make sure you’re okay”
“I want to go home” she said, now starting to lose her smile
“They may need to keep you here a little longer” Cowls said
“You can’t hold me here!” she screamed and she shook at the restraint
“Calm down” Hunter said
“Let me go” she screamed and as she tore at the restraint, it began to break
Hunter and Cowls couldn’t believe it
“Nurse!” Hunter called
A white-uniformed black nurse came in. She saw that the woman was getting free
The nurse pulled a syringe from out of her pocket
“Help me” she urged
Both Cowls and Hunter tried to hold Rosie down as the nurse administered the dose
And she had to give the whole lot before Rosie slumped back into her bed
“What the fuck?” Cowls gasped
“She had incredible strength” Hunter said
“Probably the adrenalin” the nurse said
But Cowls and Hunter looked at each other, unconvinced.
The two agents stood outside near the coffee machine. Both still trying to get the breath back
“She was so strong” Cowls gasped “And the nurse says ‘Adrenalin’”
“Adrenalin my ass!” Hunter said
“We’ve still got another to interview—a Missy”
“Missy” Hunter snorted
“Come on then” Cowls said
“Nurse” Hunter said, stopping the black nurse as she came out of the room
“Yes?” she asked
“What room is Missy in?”
“2.12” she said “Down the hall to the left”
“Okay”
“Can I get your name… for the record?” Cowls said
“Brenda” the nurse said as she turned and walked the other way
“Brenda what?” Cowls asked
The nurse continued on as if she didn’t hear the question
Cowls and Hunter went down to 2.12. Another young, attractive woman was there, also with one hand bound
Cowls looked to Hunter “Maybe we should get cuffs”
Hunter just smiled
“Good morning” he said to the woman “My name is Agent Hunter, and this is Agent Cowls”
Both agents showed their credentials
“Good morning” she beamed
I understand…” he continued “Your name is Missy?”
“Yes” she said
“What is your surname?”
“Slaves don’t have surnames” she smiled as if he said something funny
Hunter had a sense of déjà vu.
“So you’re a slave?” he asked
“Mm-mmm” she nodded
“And what does a slave do?” Cowls asked
“We serve… our Master”
“And how are you going to do that, when you’re here?” Hunter asked
“We will make more slaves…” Missy smiled, “And then… we’ll return to the Master”
“Who is your Master” Hunter asked
“He how controls us”
“And where is he?” Cowls asked
“You’ll see him soon” Missy smiled
Just then Brenda came into the room.
She reached into her pocket and took out a syringe.
“Excuse me nurse?” Cowls asked “What are you doing?”
“Just preparing a dose” she said
“And what was your surname?”
“Slaves don’t have surnames” she said as she jabbed the needle into Hunter’s arm.
Hunter gasped in pain and went to grab at the needle. Brenda pushed the plunger down. Depressing it drove the drug into Hunter’s system
Cowls was already upon her struggling to help her partner
Missy tore at her binding behind Brenda
Cowls was amazed how strong Brenda was
“What are you doing?” Cowls cried
“You will join us” Brenda said
“You will be slave too” Missy added as she got out of the bed
Brenda alone could overpower Angela Cowls. Together Missy and Brenda were more than enough
Brenda forced Cowls to the ground.
Cowls looked up as Missy pulled her hospital gown up, her vagina glistened moist, and dripped onto Cowls as she straddled the agent’s face
“Drink” Missy smiled as she lowered herself onto Cowl’s face
Cowls struggled but Brenda held her firmly
Missy pressed her vagina against Cowls mouth and then, she seemed to open up over the agent’s face
Cowls found herself being smothered.
She was soon immersed inside Missy’s vagina
Something entered her mouth, forcing its way into her lungs. It was unpleasant at first, till she realised she could breathe. Missy pushed down further and soon Cowls ears were covered as she was pushed further into Missy’s cunt.
And as she could breath, strangely in the tight wet warmth of Missy’s cunt, Cowls felt safe. She felt like she’d returned to her mother. She heard Missy in her head, but she knew Missy wasn’t talking…
The sounds from outside and around her muffled because she was inside Missy’s body. Missy smiled as she felt Cowls relax inside her “That’s it, baby” she cooed, “You want to be one of us”
Cowls could hear her as if spoken in her ear…
“One of us. One of us…. you will be safe”
Cowls smiled and then she felt the fluids running into her mouth. She began to drink. “One of us”
“Yes” she gasped.
It took only a moment before Cowls stopped struggling. She drank and felt so warm and safe. And her body’s very DNA was being rewritten too
Missy looked at Brenda who simply nodded. Brenda understood what was happening to Cowls. She’d only just gone through it herself. Brenda felt such a warmth and connection because she too was “one of them”
When Cowls was released she understood that she was slave. She slid out of Missy’s vagina and she blinked, and wiped the fluids from her eyes. It was as if she’d been re-born.
The tube drew up out of Angela Cowls’ mouth as Missy stood back up, allowing her to gasp as she breathed again.
“You are slave” Missy said
“Yes” Angela said, “I am slave”
“What is your name?” Brenda asked
“Angela” she said
“Angela what?”
“Slaves don’t have surnames” Angela said as if the question made no sense. For a slave there was no surname because there was no longer any connection to family.
“Good” Brenda said as she watched.
“We must now get our sisters” Missy said
“Two are not in a good condition”
“Our Master wants us all to return”
“Yes” Brenda nodded. The ‘nurse’ in her understood that to move two of them would be dangerous. But she was compelled to do what the Master wanted
“What shall we do with him?” Angela asked
“Kill him” Missy said
“How?”
“You must take him into you” Brenda said, “And smother him”
“Yes” Angela said
Angela pulled down her pants, and then her undies. She squatted over her partner and slowly sunk onto him, taking his face into her. She was amazed as she felt her vagina open up over him.
In his unconscious state he couldn’t breath with her over his face, but to make sure she pushed her vaginal tubal down into his throat and injected him with certain chemicals straight into his lungs. His body convulsed but it only served to push himself further into Angela’s cunt.
She felt nothing for him. She was slave. She obeyed. His body’s convulsions began to ease. She knew she was killing him.
And then… he was still
Angela pulled herself up off of him, and the tube drew up into her vagina. He was not only suffocated but the chemicals inside him were melting his organs from within. She didn’t give him a second look. Soon his entire body would be a gelatinous mass, unrecognisable as human, except for the remains of his clothes.
When she was done the other two had gone to the other wards.
She saw Rosie now, helping.
Rosie saw her and smiled, recognising Angela as slave as well.
“Did you do it?” Missy asked
“Yes” Angela smiled, “It was easy”. She had no qualms about what she had just done. She was slave. All she wanted to do was to serve.
They were going to take an ambulance but Angela (her FBI training) pointed out that the vehicle was ‘low-jacked’ and could be tracked
They decided to steal a delivery van and do the best that they could with the injured parties in the back of it.
Karen Wilson was delivering face-masks to the hospital when the women approached her van. She was just returning to it from dropping off her order when she saw them getting into it… including helping two women who looked half-dead
“Hey!” she cried as she drew up on them “What the fuck do you…?” she began when Missy grabbed her from behind.
Missy’s forearm pressed up against Karen’s throat. She also lifted the larger woman straight up off the ground. In that state, her legs thrashing about, her neck being squeezed she started to pass out.
Angela drove.
In back Missy squatted over Karen’s face. Karen was not conscious as she was birthed. But she emerged, one of them, blinking, wiping the vaginal juices from her face… smiling.
They traveled all night, and a day, completely across the state till they reached the mountains. Angela had time to think of how wrong she and her partner had been. These women weren’t being trafficked. They were happy. They were content. Angela was so glad to be one as well.
Up into the rugged ranges on a road made of river-bed rocks. The van bounced around.
The road ceased to be and they travelled straight across country till the reached a barb-wire fence
Angela and Missy got out first.
They approached the fence when three armed women sprung up out of their hiding places
“Who goes there?” one called
“It’s Missy” Missy called out, “Slave 730-00” she added
“Advance” the woman said, still training her weapon on her
Missy did
The woman recognised her. Her mind could sense the ‘slave’ mind in Missy
“Welcome home” the woman called
The guards opened up the wire and the van drove straight through
It was another five minutes before they reached the commune
And he was there, the Master. He was on the porch. Two women were on their knees in front of him, sucking his cock.
Missy ran up to him. He embraced her
Angela stepped out of the van and looked at him. Her face beamed. She was looking upon her Master at last. She was so happy to be there
Brenda guided a group now including Karen in taking the injured women to the infirmary. There was a slave doctor as well. Brenda as a nurse would assist her.
Angela ignored that. She was so happy to see her Master for the first time
“Come” Missy urged
“This is slave Angela” she said, introducing her
“Welcome, slave”
“Thank you, Master” she smiled
“Here… suck my cock”
“Thank you. Thank you, Master” she gasped with delight, she sunk to her knees and one of the women there holding the Master’s cock, guided it to Angela’s hungry eager mouth
She took it into her and was delighted to receive a load of come right away. Hungrily she swallowed it down. Her body trembled and she realised she was coming, just from gulping down his sperm.
She was in bliss
She was home.