Brigette awoke with a start to find herself in total darkness. The young woman’s head swam as she struggled, and failed, to rise from her prone position. The rest of her body was numb, her limbs leaden. They refused to move like they should have. Drugged...A part of her brain spoke up. I’ve been drugged. She felt like that thought should have given her more worry, but in the haze of the lingering sedative, nothing seemed to matter much at all. Her head nodded, it felt like a weight pressed on it. At that moment, she wanted nothing more then to lower it back down and drift back into the blissful oblivion.

Desperate to avoid slipping back into drugged sleep, Brigette tried to marshal her thoughts, forcing herself through raw willpower to think through the haze and concentrate. Where was she? Impossible to say at that moment, with her senses robbed from her. How did she get here? Also difficult to say. Her recent memories were just as blurry as her thoughts. The young woman gritted her teeth, feeling something soft and slightly pliable between them and forced herself to think back.

She’d been on a mission...that much she could remember. She’d disembarked from the Orca with the rest of her team heading into a cluster of...she flailed about...houses, no...warehouses. They’d been looking for...something. Now her memory failed her. With some frustration she dismissed that blank. It wasn’t important at the moment. She clearly recalled that the mission had been going well...too well, even boring, with no real resistance from...from whoever had been trying to stop them from seizing the...the buildings...warehouses.

As the young woman worked through her memories, the drugs began to fade from her system. Sense began returning to her body, slowly, sporadically. She lay on her side, a mat of some soft, rubberized material beneath her, but her back was to a metal wall. It felt cold, which struck her as odd for a reason she couldn’t quite identify at the moment… There were strange pressures, wrapping certain parts of her body: her torso, her head, her arms and legs. That must have been why she was having trouble getting her body to move. Again, a part of her mind thought she should feel some alarm at this realization, but the soporific effects of the drugs were still all too potent.

At some point in the mission, Brigette had thought she’d seen something...a faint flicker of movement, there and gone in an instant. She’d reported it to the rest of the team and gone to check it out. A couple times she’d lost track of it, but each time it had reappeared, as if to tease her, spurring her into chasing it again. The anomaly had led her on a long chase, through one warehouse and into another, always keeping just out of reach of the frustrated young woman, no matter how quickly she’d sprinted after it, her movements enhanced by the suit of power armor she wore...had worn, another part of her mind corrected, another ignored warning that something here was very wrong.

“Hmmpph!” Brigette worked her jaw. There was definitely something in her mouth, filling it up, wedging her teeth apart in a way that she knew would ache once the drugs wore off. She ran her tongue along the slick outside, tasting rubber. The sphere had a tight strap, running from one side of her mouth around the young woman’s head to the other, keeping her from expelling the ball, try as she might. She could also feel a second band, harder, made of metal, running around the back of her head, with another strap running over the top, just ahead of her high, reddish ponytail. The straps held some sort of opaque visor across her eyes and round headphones clamped tight over her ears. That explained her present blindness and deafness…

The trap had been sprung with precision and skill. As Brigette ran through a doorway into a dark backroom area of the warehouse, several thin, purple beams of light had played over her armor. The young woman had, initially, taken it for some sort of attack and scoffed as the beams played harmlessly over the chest plate. In fact, she’d felt a surge of triumph, assuming that she’d finally cornered her target, forcing them to turn and fight instead of fleeing further.

Her triumph had been short lived, however. The beams lasted scarcely a second, ending with a cheerful tone. That same instance, every servo, every motor, every joint in Brigette’s armor had locked up. The young woman gave a cry of alarm, struggling in the suit which now trapped her as securely as a concrete shell. In a flash, she realized what had happened: the beams had not been a weapon at all, but some sort of communication system, interfacing with her suit’s electronics. The person on the other end had remotely hacked its systems, shutting it down and locking everything in place!

Desperately Brigette had tried her override codes, rebooting the system from its hard-wired memory, which would purge whatever hacking program had been inserted in by her assailant, but quick as the reboot worked, it was not fast enough. Taking advantage of her frozen, helpless state, someone fired a dart from a position shrouded in the shadows of the warehouse rafters. It struck Brigette’s neck, just above the rim of the protective plate. Instantly, she’d felt numbness begin to seep through her body, spreading inexorably with each rapid, frightened beat of her heart.

Mere seconds after she’d been hacked, Brigette’s suit chimed triumphantly and the joints freed themselves, allowing the young woman to move again...but it was already too late. She fell to her knees, too weak to stand even with the armor’s augmentation. She looked up, struggling to keep conscious as a figure materialized in front of her. The figure extended a hand, lightly tapping one digit to the front of the young woman’s nose. She’d heard a voice, feminine and playful in tone… “Boop!” Then Brigette had collapsed into unconsciousness and for a time knew nothing...

In her present predicament, Brigette moaned through the ballgag filling her mouth. She’d been captured by the enemy! With her senses returned, she was all too aware of the ropes lashing her arms and legs with crushing tightness. The latter had been folded in half, thigh bound tightly to calf. Her arms were twisted behind her back and lashed in a strict boxtie. They were further secured with a tight chest harness which encircled her arms, torso and breasts in unyielding coils. Worst of all, two strands of rope had been lashed horizontally, bisecting the young woman’s breasts, digging into the soft round orbs. They had, so far as she could determine, no purpose in restraining her. They were there for no other reason then to inflict pain on the young woman.

“Of course, these people don’t need a reason for inflicting pain…” Brigette thought. She shivered, partly from fear and partly from the cold. She’d been stripped of her armor, obviously enough, but whoever had done so had also removed the bodysuit she’d worn underneath it. Her cheeks burned as she imagined what else they might have done with her naked body while she’d been unconscious and helpless.

“Confusion...pain...humiliation…” She recognized all of those as tools kidnappers used to break the spirits of their victims. “But I won’t let them make me a victim!” Brigette told herself. She’d undergone some training on what to do in case of capture and interrogation, though the young woman had never imagined she’d need to use that training.

“Let’s see...escape...impossible.” A quick, brief struggle was enough to convince her she’d been tied up by an expert. Brigette wouldn’t be getting loose any time soon. “Better to save my strength. I just need to hold out until rescue comes…” The young woman had no idea how long she’d been unconscious, but however long it had been, the rest of her team would surely have noticed her disappearance. They’d be combing the area until they found and rescued her.

Just then, there was a noisy shriek of metal on metal as the heavy door of Brigette’s cell retracted, echoing in the confined space. It was followed a moment later by the tramp of feet on the metal floor: three sets of feet, Brigette noted as she listened intently. Two heavy treads in combat boots...those would be guards, she guessed, and one quieter, with almost catlike padding. The guards paused, just inside the cell and stood in front of the door, which squealed shut once more. The softer figure walked over slowly and stood beside the mat where Brigette lay.

As soon as she had heard the doors beginning to open, the young woman had laid back down, adopting the same pose of drugged slumber as before. But pretending proved to be a futile gesture. Brigette felt the toe of a soft, rubberized shoe nudge uncomfortably into her back and a woman spoke in a tone of annoyance. “Pretending to sleep won’t work here, Chica… this cell has sensors that monitor all your vitals. We know you’ve been awake for several minutes now…”

Brigette groaned through her gag, struggling to sit up once more. To her surprise, her captor reached down and grabbed the young woman with gloved hands, helping her squirm up into a kneeling position. The other woman reached up and flicked something on the side of the strange headset affixed to Brigette’s head. The opaque visor covering her eyes suddenly turned transparent and the young woman could see again, albeit with everything tinted a bright violet hue.

The cell she was in was about ten feet cubed, with a door on the right side of the wall, opposite where she knelt, with the rest of the space occupied by a large mirror: one way glass, Brigette assumed. The rest of the walls were blank and white, she guessed, though the visor made it hard to tell for sure. It gave the place a clean, clinical look. Though there was no obvious light source she could see, the chamber was brightly lit from all sides leaving only faint shadows here and there.

Two men stood flanking the door. They had the broad, burly figures of goons the world over. Their features were swathed in the red and gray armor of Talon foot soldiers. The captive woman chewed angrily on her gag, realizing into whose clutches she had fallen.

With that knowledge, it didn’t take Brigette long to identify the woman who stood before her: the infamous cyber-terrorist and Talon agent known only a Sombra. The slender woman, asymmetric dark hair dyed a vibrant violet, stood, a hand placed coquettishly on one hip as she looked down, regarding her prisoner with a look of mischief in her eyes.

“You know, I have to say, I didn’t think capturing you would be so easy…” Sombra teased with a chuckle. “Guess you’re not so tough as they say, eh Brigette?”

The bound woman glared daggers up at her captor, grunting through her gag as she wriggled against the ropes binding her. “Untie these ropes and I’ll show you how tough I can be!” she thought.  She didn’t have any illusions of fighting her way past the two guards without her armor or mace...much less the dozens more she was sure were in this facility, but at the least she was sure she could wipe that smirk off the other woman’s face.

As it was, Brigette’s defiance only seemed to elicit further amusement from the Talon agent. “Much as I’d love to just chat, I’m very eager to get started…” Sombra said, grinning. “So let me explain: that headset you’re wearing is a little something I’ve been cooking up from some old Talon tech I dug out of storage. With it, I’ll be able to hack your head, just like I hacked your armor…”

Brigette’s eyes widened, as the implications of that sank in. “She’s talking about brainwashing!” She fought the rising panic this brought, setting her face in a look of defiance once more. “Give it your best try! You’ll never be able to break me!” She thought.

Sombra laughed. “Ah, but that’s only part of fun! We need to keep you...distracted, so you don’t resist my little reprogramming.” Brigette was confused for a moment, until the other woman stepped aside, allowing her to see what sat in the center of the cell: a short, squat black box with glowing violet trim. The top was arched, with a padded rubber saddle built in for someone to straddle, and at the center of it…

“Mmpphh!” Brigette grunted in outrage, shaking her head frantically, her cheeks flushed.

“Oh yes…” Sombra teased. “But this isn’t just your ordinary sex toy, I promise you. I’ve made quite a few special modifications.” She smiled, “I gave it a test ride myself and believe me, it near drove me loco! After an hour or two on this thing, it doesn’t matter how strong or tough you may be, you’ll be a quivering pile of putty, begging me to reshape you...into my obedient little slave!” She laughed cruelly as her captive moaned in dismay.

Sombra raised a hand and snapped her fingers. The two guards responded as promptly as automatons, tramping across the room to stand on either side of the bound prisoner. Reaching down, they seized the young woman, each taking hold of one of her arms and one leg. Brigette screamed through her gag, thrashing about for all she was worth, but her efforts made no impression on the guards as they lifted her up and carried her over to the device. As she had surmised, the rope work binding her was too well tied for her struggles to make any difference.

The young woman cursed through her gag as the men stood on either side of the device, holding her over it. They forcibly spread her legs as they lowered the bound captive down, so she would be left straddling it. Her grunts turned into squeals of indignity as she felt the top of the machine make contact with her nethers. She wriggled, uncomfortably, but the men held on, pressing down on her shoulders until her body yielded and she sank down until the insides of her thighs made contact with the saddle, the upper portion now fully inside her body.

“Now for the fun part…” Sombra said, raising one gloved hand. A small, holographic keypad appeared, which she tapped out in rapid clicks. In response, the machine between Brigette’s legs began to hum to life.

The captive bit down on her gag, steeling herself for what was to come. “I...I won’t give them the satisfaction.” She thought, fighting against the sensations she began to feel as the machine hummed and buzzed deep inside her. At the beginning, this was easy enough. But the machine was relentless, grinding on steadily, slowly ramping up the intensity of the stimulation it inflicted on it’s victim and, to Brigette’s horror, before long her body began to respond involuntarily. Despite her best efforts to deny it, a faint glow of arousal was beginning to grow deep inside her.

“That’s it...just give in. You’ll enjoy this a lot more if you do…” Sombra teased. Brigette’s cheeks flushed bright crimson. The sensors monitoring her made it impossible to hide her body’s response to the stimulation. Even without them, the flush that spread across her face, the sheen on her naked skin, the growing slickness on the rubber saddle and the way Brigette’s nipple poked out from between the ropes binding her tits, betrayed her.

“Enough warm up, I think.” Sombra said in the same mocking tone. Brigette moaned. This was just the warm up? She thought. Then she squealed, moaning in pleasure as the machine cut in full. Though the waves of stimulation that rocked her body, Brigette heard her captor’s voice. “Oh, almost forgot…” and a hand reached down and pressed another button on the headset. The visor changed again. It was still mostly translucent, but new colors and patterns played across it.

“Don’t look at it!” A voice in the back of her mind spoke up. “It’s part of the brainwashing!” She tried to close her eyes, but found she couldn’t. The lights were so mesmerizing, shifting and pulsing in time the glorious waves of pleasure that flowed into her body from the machine. Her head lolled slightly as she stared into the patterns, entranced. Meanwhile, a voice spoke up into her ear, from the headphones.

“Obey! You are nothing but a slave! Sombra is your mistress! Obey! You will obey your mistress! Obey…”

“Heh...I’ll let this run an hour or so, see how you’re feeling then.” Sombra’s voice spoke faintly in Brigette’s mind. “Hasta luego!” With that cheerful farewell, Sombra left the cell. Her captive hardly noticed.

Brigette’s body trembled with ecstasy as the machine pushed her over the edge into her first orgasm. She moaned loudly, in bliss. All the while, the words continued to flow from the headset on either side, filling the space between them. “Obey! You are nothing but a slave! Sombra is your mistress!”

“No!” A tiny part of the young woman’s mind rebelled, struggling against the words. “She’s not! You’re no one’s slave! Just hold on! Your team will come and rescue you soon!” At that moment, the machine cut in stronger, sending her crashing over into a second, thunderous orgasm. The words ramped up their intensity. Still, in the back of her mind, Brigette rebelled against the conditioning.

She didn’t know how long she sat, caught up in the waves of pleasure which washed over her, again and again. She lost track of the number of orgasms the machine forced upon her. From time to time, the rational part of her mind broke the surface, long enough to catch a breath of air and remind her, “Your friends are coming! They’ll rescue you soon! Just hold out a little longer…”

Then, she was suddenly aware of her captor’s return. Sombra’s voice, as maddeningly cheerful and teasing as ever, cut through the haze of the brainwashing program. “Hola mi mascota! How’s your training going?”

“Mmpphhh!!!” Brigette summoned up enough will power to grunt defiantly at her captor, though she felt anything but defiant at the moment. Her whole body was drenched with sweat from her long session on the device. Drool ran freely from the corners of the ballgag down her chin. Further below, the machine and her thighs were slick from the pleasure she’d experienced thus far. She looked up, eyes unfocused as they tried in vain to look through the swirling pattern on the visor, looking for her captor.

“Hmm...still not done, I see…” Sombra said in a tone of childish annoyance. “I’m not sure why you’re resisting so much. I’ve seen your search history, you should be enjoying this fiestas!”

“Whaff? Mmph nmmm…” Brigetta protested through her gag. “That was just for research!” A part of her mind rebelled. “I would neve-” She was prevented from completing that thought, as the machine ramped up again, making coherent thought impossible for the next few seconds.

“Ah, no matter, another few hours and you should be nice and obedient.”

Brigette moaned, in despair. Another few hours? She didn’t know how long she could hold out. It was taking all her will just to get a thought or two in between the endless barrage of the headphone. “Sombra is your mistress. You will obey your mistress! Obey!” Soon enough, she wouldn’t be able to think at all. Only those words would remains, echoing in her brain forever.

“Just hold out a little longer…” Brigette thought, biting down on her gag as she felt herself being pushed towards another orgasm. She’d lost count of how many she’d had so far. “Your team will come and rescue you soon…”

***

Sombra chuckled as she stepped out of the cell, leaving the helpless woman to her pleasures. The door slide shut automatically. On it were stenciled the words: “Slave 001- Brigette Lindholm.” The girl’s resistance was unexpected, but quite amusing. Still, it wouldn’t be long before she succumbed. It was only a matter of time.

She turned and walked up the dark corridor. The only lights were those coming from the one-way mirrors looking into the cells holding Brigette...and the rest of her team. Like her, Sombra had lured them away, one by one, and captured them much the same way.

Sombra stopped at the next door in the row. It was freshly stenciled as well, reading: “Slave 002 – Angela Ziegler.” At a remote command from Sombra’s hand, the door slid open, allowing her to step inside. She regarded its occupant with the same smirk of bemusement. The tall, pale blonde woman knelt in the center of the room, straddling a machine identical to the one Brigette was riding. Her eyes were covered by the same type of visor as well, which shimmered with the same brainwashing program.

“And how are you feeling, doctora?” She asked, chuckling.

Mercy moaned, fighting through the mix of unrelenting pleasure and mental conditioning which pulsed through her brain. Her mind struggled to rebel against the conditioning, clutching to one desperate thought, “Just hold out a little longer…the rest of the team will come and rescue me soon…”