The Telemachus Story Archive

Traffic Stop
Chapter 3
By Anonymous

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The Officer let out a slight sigh as he felt the electrical tingle as the neural implants connected to his brain. The electrical impulses turned off most of his thought process, but since he was still part human, it didn't take complete control. Two thin rubber hoses snaked out of the chair on either side of his head and released two thin streams of a thick purple gas. One whiff and the officer dropped into a deep state of sedation. Now the process would be effective.

"He's prepared" a monotone voice said. "Initiate Phoenix Protocol" was the reply. The metallic hand pressed a series of computer keys and then sat back.

The chair the officer was in transformed into a table. He laid there tightly strapped in. A small black tube appeared and again bathed him in the purple gas. A small hypodermic needle appeared and jabbed him in the thigh.

Besides containing a powerful hypnotic drug, it included specifically designed nanobots that would reprogram him yet again. The corporation was developing the officer slowly. They had learned that modifications must be made slowly to insure the maximum effect.

The officer reveled in his drug induced dream..not realizing it wasn't a dream.

The strange humming filling his ears brought Mark up from the drugged slumber he was in. As he became more aware, he realized that he was tightly secured. He could barely shake his head to clear it. When he opened his eyes, he thought he was hallucinating. All around him were well built men working on different things. He swore that he saw men trapped in what looked like vac pacs having things done to them. He thought it odd that not one of them made a noise. He looked hard...was that circuitry?

Mark's mind was on overload. He noted that some of the men were dressed in tight rubber, some were completely silver and others were mixed.

Mark watched as a well built naked man was led to a table. He was well built. Mark noticed that the stud's eyes were glazed and showed no emotion.

The stud was put on a table and a small metal dish attached to his head. It glowed red , the stud's eyes closed and he completely collapsed onto the table. Mark was now very nervous.

"You're awake" the deep voice startled Mark. He turned his eyes to take in a 6'5" well build stud approaching him. He had short black hair, deep blue eyes and a stache. He was dressed in tight rubber with leather gloves.

Mark took a deep breath as this man approached.

The man smiled as he attached a heavy gas mask to Mark's face.

"It's almost time for you to get prepped" the man said, tightening the mask.

He punched in a few numbers on a machine. Mark followed the man with his eyes. He only read one word " nitrous". "Just relax" the deep voice said.

The mask filled with a sweet gas that nearly choked Mark. Within seconds the sweet air had him floating. The room began to get blurry.

Mark never heard the second hiss fill the mask as he dropped off into dreamland.

The Officer pulled up in front of the bar and parked his car in the side lot. He got out of the car and walked toward the bar. His frontal scanners indicated that his prey was inside.

He felt his dick get hard at the thought of being on the hunt again. The microprocessors in his pleasure centers were working overtime. The human parts of him were extremely turned on.

The Center saw his readings and were pleased. They had faint stirrings of the feelings but they were long taken over by processors and logic.

The crowd stared as the Officer strode in. He was covered with a tight fitting latex suit. His legs and arms were red latex, tight to the skin and showing every bulge. His cock was encased in a special rubber codpiece. His boots were knee high and tight; his hands were encased in a special rubber that felt like a second skin. All of his gear had special cranial implants that allowed him to function on a high level. The increased pheromones that he was producing insured that everyone was looking at him and at least for a second, getting hard just by looking.

The special sensors in his dark sunglasses allowed him to zero in on his target as well as feed back images to Command. He was functioning exactly as programmed. His controllers realized that for him to be an effective tool, that he must remain human and that is where the risks got bigger. They compensated for that by using special hypnotic drugs to condition him. They trained him to be an effective induction agent. His natural good looks helped.

The Officer approached the bar and ordered a double vodka. He smiled...alcohol no longer affected him, they had seen to that.

The Officer walked over to the side of the bar and it was there that he spotted his prey. He was fucking hot...cop type, muscled and hot. He was talking to a cute little blonde guy. The Officer made sure that he walked by the stud so that he would catch a good whiff of the pheromones.

The Officer strode by the stud and deliberately brush against him for a second. The microprocessors in the suit sent an electrical signal into the stud's brain. The Officer smiled as he slowly passed by. The stud's head turned to watch this man walk by.

The Stud watched as the Officer stopped, appearing to cruise the crowd and then lean against the wall.

The Officer reached into his suit and pulled out a cigar. It was well documented that his prey had a big fetish for cigars. The Officer could see the stud's eyes upon him as he drew the flame in from his lighter and brought the cigar to life.