Soup Style B. 17 - Trusting 2 Many

Part 1: The aftermath of Abductions

Was this merely an attempted takeover by a rival cartel?

The bad guys had a profitable sex trade. They also somehow had an "in" with any data available to the local police. Being shielded by law enforcement was a strength that many hoped had to be turned into a weakness. Just as in a relationship that should have ended long before the time it has turned ugly, the local police knowing there was a bad apple, knowing there was corruption beyond a single person, might still fail in breaking that painful relationship. But was there an opportunity for law enforcement arising from a clash of cartels?

With the hospital housing their secret venue, these bad guys were perhaps the most successful of the many supply chain vendors engaged with the drug cartels. Was there a rivalry for their connections from different cartels?

There were no neat boundaries between running drugs or people. Increasingly, the bad guys seemed to know more, know sooner, and be immune from official or even vigilante efforts to shut them down.

When the police department had members closing in on them, the bad guys didn't try to lay lower than they already were, no, instead, the bad guys began targeting anyone daring to come after them. Big Mike wanted to totally discredit the force with his instructions to pick up random women officers, keep them drugged for longer durations than most other abducted victims, and, even hope their doing so would create more fright than motivation for the remaining officers. More than half the force consisted of women officers, so the targets were mostly easy pickings.

When Sara was one of the missing officers thought to have been abducted, and, coinciding with that, when Michelle, the equestrian officer assigned to the parklands, was informed that she was likely a target for such an abduction, Michelle began to take special notice of whom she thought might be those undercover in her work domain for her protection.

Although some abducted women seemed to have haunted the park, nobody had any inkling of where to begin to search for missing police women. It was not only police women being abducted, because that had become a special project for the bad guys. Their normal businesses of trafficking, extortion and dealing were uninterrupted except for the odd ghostly encounters that were reducing the effectiveness and even the numbers of the gang.

Another of the abducted but released women was now wondering the park. She looked young, under 20? She was in her soiled clothes. She had a pretty face but was unwashed. Dirty? Yes, smeared by many loads of sperm during her captivity. But, that had been washed away sufficiently to evade any useful evidence of her functioning as a cum dump. She had received cum. She had received drugs. Freedom from captivity had not rescued her, it had only been another step into a worse life than before. For whatever had brought her freedom the outcome also brought her a vagrant life. A life begging for food? Oh, she said she needed food but she had no cravings for food. Her cravings? Drugs.

During her capture, it was thought she would be sold for the sex trade. Her tan lines exposed she had worn thread-like micro thongs when baking her ass in the sunshine. Her ass had a curve, yes, but it was not the large rump that the guys most enjoyed. The curve of her ass was there, but barely. Her labia was long, an attraction for those with a fetish? Not long enough for that special appeal, no. Her legs were long, yes, but lacked the athleticism that delighted her captors when they enjoyed others they had taken captive. She was there, so her body was enjoyed by the gang members still coming to their lair. As the days went by, it became clear she would be released because she was crossing the point of costing too much to keep without prospects for bigger rewards from doing so. Coincidence for her not being marketable? Strange that the pipeline to staff a brothel can be too full? She was, perhaps luckily but perhaps unluckily, simply allowed to appear for the emergency room to process and then despite social services screening, she was rather quickly sent out the door, officially for release.

The emergency department did get a chance to be paid for some of the uninsured, unknown, and misunderstood people seeking admission. All medical records in the region were linked, so it was rare for someone to be tested during diagnostic steps who could not be identified, linked to the right patient coverage, and processed in the healthcare mazes.

Attending doctors, including Ein-Ji, did not have much time for processing possible patients. Especially those mysteriously appearing in their ward, with random expressions that did not give any real information, or with only impossibly impenetrable social voids.

This victim was no different from too many that Ein-Ji had to refer to the social care providers because there was insufficient medical necessity for her to qualify for admission. Somewhat addled, yes, and, showing test results that she had been drunk as well as on many recreational and dangerous drugs, she seemed someone for whom potentially there could still be a bright future. Doubtful? Yes. Sexual abuse evidence is short-lived. The bad guys had all the steps to avoid that being the reason their organization might be rolled up by law enforcement or by revenge-seeking family or loved ones.

She wondered the park, aimlessly most of the time, and of course was noticed by the vigilantes watching there. When the old man in the wheelchair saw her freeze, then obviously peeing in her own clothes as if unaware her body could urinate, his always trusting but verifying nature led to his offer for her relief from her personal difficulties. As he wheeled closer to her he noticed the dirt from sleeping on the ground and the open wounds, probably from sunburn, on her hands, forehead and her nose. She didn't move away as she blankly watched him approach. As he got closer he was aware of her stink from her going unwashed and having her own clothes as her toilet!

He could see she was pretty despite the recent hardships in her life. To his offer that she come with him for a meal, a shower and the laundering of her clothes she answered sweetly with a single question: "do you have dope?"

He shook his head no, he repeated his offer, then each retreated a different direction from the other.

Tragic? Absolutely, tragic. Reparable? Unlikely. He realized she was probably going to overdose if not fail from other causes of her suffering. Her suffering, at least at this point without knowing any of what led to this point, was from her choices. Sad for those like her in the park, unluckily without showering and laundering among opportunities to the homeless trying to survive near the park.

Wouldn't he act on this insight? Not yet. He had a more immediate goal: to frighten the drug dealers rather than those who were drugged. Bad guys abducting victims and changing them for addictions were his targets. For him, he had planned that the bad guys become frightened enough to make mistakes to enable law enforcement to make the park safe again.

What of others being abducted? Sold for sex work? Held for ransom? Set as bait in traps for law enforcement? Were the bad guys going to repeat their efforts to set traps directly for vigilantes?

Could that idea be flipped? What if the bait were to be put in front of the bad guys to bring the bad guys themselves to ruin?

Part 2: How bright can a hospitalist be without being undermined in the job?

Her clit was well hooded, though that would not protect it. Not now. Not from what was unfolding for her. The newest captured victim for sex trafficking had not been targeted in advance. No surveillance of her routines, acquaintances or possible risks to taking her were known to her abductors. She had been taken on a -- seemingly -- chance drive-by when the detestable bad guys took advantage of the opportunity for their robot vehicle to stop in a way that blocked her escape concurrent to obscuring her abduction from any witnessing persons, cameras or factors to enable a timeline of her abduction to include this data point.

As far as the self-satisfied bad guys could tell, this was a typically lone female whom they had caught unaware of the risks of her situation. Following what they had do as their routine abduction steps, she was captured, restrained and drugged, with her being secured during her ride to the hospital. Hospital? The secret site where the gang had a nearly private wing for the processing of their victims. (See Soup Style Bk 13).

The risk of accidentally killing any abductee by adverse event was reduced when victims were lightly drugged with what would quickly wear off. Before the starter dosing was dissipating, abductees were already fast tracking to where an orderly on assignment with the bad guys could maintain her state of unwariness if not unconsciousness; in the event this was not done there might be a repeat of what the bad guys learned of from law enforcement intel. the losses when one of two drugged victims (see Soup Style Bk 12 and Bk 13) had awakened and killed the two gang members who were her abductors distracted by their attempted rape of her fellow abducted victim.

As such, the living bad guys did not know Sylvie. Sylvie, having murdered two bad guys in what prosecutors became convinced was a case they could not win in front of any jury, was not charged nor long detained, with nobody really knowing much about her. Her skills were recognized as advanced. Was she spearheading a clash from a rival gang? Was it safe for the vigilantes to so intimately have her with their innermost leaders?

Meanwhile, back at the regional medical center:

As the newest victim brought into the gang's special site was being prepped for processing by the orderly, there were a few discoveries about her. Surprises could be with upside or downside. In this moment, who would make that call? A tattoo that looked to be as if a ring around her toe was actually, upon more than art, legibly stating "Property of The Sanctuary" and around her hips a much wordier tattoo, perhaps instantly more amusing or alarming, read: "Penile Proximity to Either Entrance Will Be Punished with Severance," The orderly could not have known the warning words were placed expertly as temporary tattoos, so the orderly reacted, really over reacted, as the vigilantes had hoped would happen: she escalated for a decision by someone else, outside the hospital loop and directly in the higher levels of the chain of command for the bad guys. This led to an alert to the crooked politician and the supervisory attendance of a somewhat experienced gang member.

Searches on line using law enforcement databases available to the bad guys were immediately launched for tattoos, by images of the artwork as well as with such descriptive phrasing; naturally, as anticipated, such searches triggered data capturing snares. Carla, quite apart from being an exhibitionist, was a talent hardly eclipsed among the population of hackers. As a community icon, now a princess of the locals, she had access at the highest levels separately from her access as an accomplished hacker. She also had the looks and verve to infiltrate if she wanted to do so. This abduction opportunity was precisely launched from the vigilantes, with the personal involvement of Carla and the most comical of prototypes from the ingenuity of Perizat (see Soup Style Bk 07).

Carla's family line, originally from the Philippines, had arrived generations ago. Carla was a Pinay. Tall, slender, brighter than anyone else who had ever lived, friendly, fashion-conscious, and talented at so many things; she was a polymath. But what was more fun for her than being smart was fooling around. She had been flashing herself at every opportunity as an early cam model with nipple clamps. Doing so as an pioneering model with vibrating anal inserts had won her fortune from well paying fans. Although talented in many fields, her anal performances paid her far better (in the first couple of years of doing so, about ten fold more per hour of her attention than computer coding). She had the degree in software from the best academic school in the state. She had also completed fashion merchandising management training at the most successful e-retailer in the world.

Her delight with making money meant that once the revenue for her efforts began falling, she was quick to cut off her on line performing in favor of managing the many investments depending on a princess of the community for decision making. Her pleasures were rarely met by men. She masturbated with or without toys, with toys that vibrated, with toys that penetrated. She could pleasure herself and did so. She often ignored her breasts but almost constantly gave sexual attention to double penetration of her ass and her pussy. Having acquired the pleasure of anal toys, she was a repeating fan of their uses. She experimented freely, but, fleetingly. She was tall, especially so in her torso. Thin, yes. Flexible? Oh, yes. She seemed capable of having each shoulder blade independently touching the other in a game of sensuous body dynamics. Almost uniquely among her peers, she had never been pregnant, her nipples had not changed color, her breasts had remained almost childlike in her adulthood. She moved with confidence and grace from years of dancing and archery from horseback. She golfed as well as any champion on the circuit. She could outswim and stay riding on waves unsurfable by anyone else.

Carla felt rewarded by her sexual acts even if done alone. She did not miss performing on line, but she was empathetic for those whose income came from tips by viewers of streaming sex shows. She smiled knowingly when visiting anywhere where models were obviously to her performing on line while seeming to be in a natural setting with normal behaviors.

She had tried almost every type of toy available, but, after she stopped on line performances, she had no use for the remote pairing toys that needed to be matched with activities by a lover or a viewer signed in for the performance. No, for Carla, a toy set to mesmerizing beats of music she wanted to hear, dance to, and make love by, were sometimes her devotions for an entire night, but at least a few times a week if not a day.

Never intrigued by dicks, her toys rarely needed to be dildos modeled on men or animal penises. But, for someone able to pick any possible lover, she was alone for her sexual adventures.

Never losing her delight with anal toying, she had made a special request for a toy prototype from the workshop of Elsebet with the genius assistance of Perizat. That toy line, in turn, was flipped into an almost exaggeratedly weaponized version, as the gang of bad guys were to experience.

The eerily light-weight anal insert had a membrane that after insertion served as a one way only method for air to enter but not exit. In other words, farting was, well, unproductive? But, the more the plug was in motion, the more air entered. For the person wearing it for a modest timeframe, a pleasing, fulfilling, sensation. However, at time of removal, a surprise. Instead of popping out, the membrane and plug assembly were best removed under water, in a spa tub, for example. If not removed that way? Suppose a naïve attempt by mouth, wrapping lips around the perilous plug? If not a chocking hazard at worst, perhaps a loss of teeth? Other removal tactics would prove dangerously, certainly with a sense of comic artistry, the unexpected active expulsion of the plug, pneumatically propelled, explosively exiting, so that the person engaging in the removal from someone else's butt would likely be shockingly scrambling to recover the missile so launched from an ass.

Why distract the gang members if they attempted removing such a device? The vigilantes had already learned that abductees received enema administration of medications. Hence, removing the plug was reasonably an expected early step by the bad guys whom the vigilantes needed to distract and then disarm.

Overlapping domains?

Sara realized that Hae-Won is her mistress because of the sense of smell. No, not the smell of Hae-Won, no. Sara could sense the smells of arousal from the smells from other women who were seeing Hae-Won. Hae-Won had that impact. Men? Erected. No man who had ever seen Hae-Won had escaped from a stiffie with pre-cum leaking in inexplicable desire for her. Women? Labial lips would blossom as if experiencing a tongue insistent yet gentle, bringing the impending peak of fulfillment of tension they had not recognized, so, could a woman have an arousing result by other women? yes. other women became aroused by nearness to her. The arousal did not just affect one, no. Women could smell the aroused state in a woman, and joined, involuntarily, all adding to the hidden pleasures of the others near Hae-Won. Group excitement. Mind control? No, not mind control, not hypnosis! Pheromones? Some women did try promoting pheromones, with perfumes, or hairy armpits, so was that how Hae-Won turned on women? No, though she did have what some had later called a citrus mist when in her presence.

Was this mysterious impact only effective on woman? Again, no, she was an equal opportunity turn-on. Nonbinary? No zero measures. Neuter? No matter. None were immune to her "it" factor. Nor, could anyone ignore her affecting others. A rock star of passion? That, yes, and? A Houdini of seduction? That, yes. And, more.

A blended black art of testosterone generation? Certainly, just so!

Was the impact from what she wore? Or, perhaps from what she did not wear? Har-Won had lived with a lover who had brazenly posted a "clothing free beyond this point" banner, and had further only allowed her to wear one but not both pieces in sets of lingerie while they had been together. What Hae-Won had self-characterized as independence in her thinking was much later what she acted on as her dominant role in relationships with submissives.

Sara, sometimes, especially as a cop, could be mistaken for being a dominant personality. She was so talkative. Sara was intrusively talkative about herself. So most people were spared ever staying in anything more than the barest of contact in relationship with her. With others who were clearly immobilized to the point of temporarily at least being truly submissive, she could easily appear to be dominant. For example, (see Bk 6) when Sara led the shy and uncertain Perizat through frightening times. Hae-Won had changed all that to the point that Sara would nakedly follow her mistress in uncharacteristic silence until allowed to speak, until allowed to orgasm.

When they shared matching engagement rings, together with Sara wearing the neck adornments of a submissive, the neighbors immediately understood the changed circumstances. While life seemed to be altered for the better, the redirection of the bad guys to picking up random female cops, to her great misfortune, had included Sara among those picked up.

Elsebet had hoped to recruit Hae-Won to her businesses, so there was an under current of encouragement that Sara included Hae-Won in the neighborhood. Hae-Won of course brought it up with Elsebet and with her other best friends, one of whom, Ein-Ji remembered Sara from hospital visits in her duties as a cop, and another of whom, also named Hae-Won but the Hae-Won who was streaming doing her modeling on line, remembered Sara from her side gigs as security for events. Such a small world? So many overlapping events in their lives?

For the captured Sara, the wearing of an engagement band had the horrible consequences that Sara was more than merely inventoried until her disposition could be decided. She got the visit during her coma-like captivity from the girls with Big Mike. If she was chosen by them to join their coven, they would seize her fiancé as part of their grooming for their cult. Her fiancé? Were the bands they wore more than a plaything? What about Sara's roommate, Elsebet? Would Big Mike's crew seize Elsebet and Hae-Won? Elsebet had more than merely a cop as a roommate. Next door were two special neighbors with unseen talents, either of whom, could have single-handedly taken on any army as if ninja protectors. This is how the Moondancer and Sylvie came to rescue Sara and the others held captive by the bad guys.