Widowmaker’s mask retracted. She was standing as still as stone, blending in with the tacky statues on the hotel’s rooftop.
Poured concrete gargoyles were a pathetic imitation of true old world craftsmanship. The hotel had the form of a classical building, but none of the essence.
Were she in her home, she’d feel a genuine pang of disappointment - not regret, as those emotions were long since sealed away - if the centuries-old structure of her chateau was damaged. But these tacky concrete slabs served only to impede her sight-lines of the Atlas News building.
Within the small department was Hana Song, her current target. Hana was much the same as the tacky hotel. She might have had the trappings of a killer; a massive mechanical robot and sidearm made her look like a soldier. Widowmaker knew that the essence of an assassins simply wasn’t in the girl, and never would be. She patched in to her client to confirm her mission.
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“The police said they checked the building quite thoroughly,” said Olympia. She had the look of concern that she normally reserved for interviews. “They said they had evidence that you were there, but none that you were held captive. And they also said there was no evidence at all of anyone else there.”
D. Va slammed the desk. “Are you doubting me?”
“Not at at all,” said Olympia. Her concerned face didn’t waver. Hana suspected that it might just be a facade for her benefit. “I don’t doubt you when you say those women were there either. But…”
“But!” interrupted Hana, “There’s no evidence. No evidence that I was tied up and stripped practically nude?”
“None.”
“No evidence that me and my team were bound and gagged and teased rotten? That the doctor used all kinds of toys on us?”
“None at all.”
“No evidence that she forced some kind of drug on Pharah? Something that made her into a squirming, horny mess that begged for-”
“Nope!” said Olympia. Her expression changed from empathy to interest. “None at all. Although I believe every word you’ve said. You should know that I’ve always been skeptical of Overwatch and Dr. Ziegeler in general.” Olympia rotated in her chair, facing towards the large window and away from the visitor.
If we could find some evidence that she’s abducting young ladies like yourself-”
Olympia paused. She turned her head slightly before rotating in her chair to look at the young Korean girl. She was barely twenty years of age, and it showed as she munched on a bag of honey-coated peanuts.
“Where did you get that?” asked Olympia.
“I told you, she had us all tied up at the docks.”
“No, no, I mean, the snack.”
“Oh, I took it from your little office pantry. I figured it was free.”
Glass shattered and Olympia screamed. The ceiling fan fell and slammed into Olympia’s desk. Sparks and drywall dust filled the air. The reporter screamed. Hana reached for her sidearm and yelled something that was lost in the commotion.
An inhumanly leggy and curvaceous figure rapelled into the room. A knee-high boot knocked Hana’s gun from her hand. Widowmaker struck her target in the stomach with her elbow before pinning the far smaller girl to the ground. Hana looked up, woozy from the commotion. With pale purple skin, generous lips, and suprisingly wide hips, the assassin didn’t look a thing like a hired killer - she looked like a runway model.
Olympia began to shout. She managed to say, “there’s some-” before being silenced. She grabbed Olympia by the hair, pressing her gloved hand very tight against the reporter’s mouth.
“Shhh, shhh, little fly. I hope you don’t go buzzing in anyone’s ear.”
“Mmnng! Mmmmmmngh!” Olympia grunted against Widowmaker’s fingers. She flailed against the operative’s strength, swatting at her skintight outfit. She only managed to make contact once before Widowmaker responded.
“Very well. I know how irresistable you find me.”
The TALON agent grabbed a metallic disc from her suit and slammed it against the journalist’s mouth. It extended four tiny armatures, locking tight against her mumbling lips. With a hiss, a puff of pink smoke filled Olympia’s nostrils, and she fell unconscious. The assassin wasn’t going to leave someone gagged but unbound, though. She extended a spare grappling cable, roping her arms to the sides of her chair and her thighs to the seat. It took only a few seconds as metallic cable wound tight around her victim’s form. Hana was still on the ground by the time she finished, and it was no problem at all to knock her out as well.
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“I normally don’t play with my food.” Widowmaker was sitting cross-legged in an old chair as she watched Hana. “But I might make an exception for prey as pretty as you.
Right now, you’re bound and gagged and entirely within my mercy. And speaking of Mercy, I’m torn between giving you to her, and giving you to another buyer. I shouldn’t say giving, though - selling really is the right word. It took me a whole afternoon to set up that kidnapping, and I had far better jobs I could have taken in that time.”
Hana grunted something inaudible.
“But I thought that the chance to get rid of you once and for all would have been worth it. Now I just need to decide what to do with you.”
Hana was silent. She looked about the room; she was in an old, disused temporary housing unit. Built out of blocky crates and prefab layers, it was probably created for Omnics - but they hadn’t lived in ramshackle buildings like this for years. It was no doubt far from the prying eyes of the press or the police.
“Hello? D.Va? Are you in there? You should be honored. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this many words with one of my targets. I hope they’re not wasted. If they are, I could just plug your ears up and store you in a box instead.”
D.Va had been stripped down to her underwear and robbed of everything but her headset. It made the webbing that now coated her form particularly revealing.
While asleep, Widowmaker had ensnared her in a very literal web. She’d recently purchased mix of nylon and synthetic spidersilk, easily deployed in the form of cables or sheets. In short, it was the perfect - and most thematic - way she could keep her targets restrained and safe. Widowmaker didn’t take pleasure in her work, but she did take satisfaction in knowing that D.Va was well and truly webbed.
From her neck to her toes, the pilot was ensnared in a thin, gossamer layer of silk. It was slightly sticky and utterly skintight. She had started with a few layers around her ankles and arms before going up to her waist and chest. It was practically vacuum-tight on the girl. Her undergarments’ outlines were quite visible through the skintight silk - as was D.Va’s growing excitement.
It really showed off her curves. The assassin spent a few moments comparing their figures while her prey was still unconscious. When she started to stir, though, Widowmaker finished her off with a fat and thickly-packed gag. D. Va’s own socks would keep her mouth full and cheeks bulging, and a triple-layer of webbing would make sure she couldn’t spit it out. It was still tight enough to just barely see her lips, though. Some forgotten part of the TALON assassin reflexively wanted to plant a kiss squarely on those pert, packed lips. She bundled it away - emotions were a dangerous distraction. Still… there was an undeniable appearl.
Widowmaker still had instincts. Normally she’d rely on her ‘gut’ and skill to make impossible trick shots. Today, her instincts were getting the bed of her. This cute little kitten was all webbed up with nowhere to go. She could keep her, if she wanted. Nothing was going to prevent a few hours of playtime.
She bit her lips, drawing close to the squirming silkwrapped slave. She ran her hands all across Hana’s body, starting with her ankles. It became a gentle massage as she enjoyed her calves and slim hips, then a self-indulgent feast as she thoroughly groped her rear and sides. The MEKA pilot was slim, petite, but had curves enough to grope and tease.
D.Va was blushing beet red as Widowmaker crouched in front of her. She rubbed a gloved finger over those packed lips, stroking with her thumb. A human’s erogenous zones were unpredictable, but clearly D.Va enjoyed this careful molestation. Her lips tingled at the touch of a gag, doubly so when her captor stroked her. She was being treated like a product, not a person. Widowmaker was taking her sweet time in inspecting the goods.
When she could hold back no longer, she went in for a playful kiss. It wasn’t quite as tender as she hoped, kissing D.Va’s gagged and webbed lips. No matter. It made the pilot squirm and squeal - making mousey and high-pitched noises. Widowmaker went up, allowing her warm breath to pour over her captive’s throat and neck. She kissed her again, this time against an exposed part of her neck. The kiss became a gentle bite, with just enough pressure to make her neck tingle.
Mercy arrived an hour later. Hana Song, her valued patient and target, was asleep and ready for pickup. Dr. Ziegler was quick to pay and quick to see her acquisition.
“Aside from your little dose of poison, have you dosed her with anything else?”
Widowmaker stood stone-still, with her hands behind her back. She was all business again. “Non, of course not. And I should note, I gave the little flower two doses of poison. One to put her to sleep the first time, and one to give her pleasant dreams the second.”
“What’s the difference?” asked Mercy.
“One just kept her from waking up. But my nibble on her neck has guaranteed a short, restful repose. One in which her thoughts are filled with yours truly.”
Mercy was busy tapping out notes on a tablet. “Two different poisons… interesting.”
“Actually,” interrupted Widowmaker with a smile, “poisons are ingested or inhaled. I gave her a tiny bit of venom.”
“What’s the difference?” Mercy paused her writing.
“One of them involved a kiss.”
“It’s almost as if you’re loathe to give her up,” said the doctor. She put away her tablet and prepared to pick up her package.
Widowmaker retreated. “No. No, of course not. I merely saw in her-”
“A potential slave?” Mercy chuckled. “Look at you. Fantasizing about having a nice, live-in captive. Would you bend her to your will with hugs and kisses? Or perhaps you’d go with something more like TALON’s training? I can only wonder if she’d be willing to walk around in a french maid outfit, bending over to dust thing in your chateau.”
The assassin was quiet.
“Hm, let me paint you a picture. D.Va here in a PVC miniskirt and an adorable blouse. A corset around her waist, and her arms bound behind her back. Poofy shoulders and a tiny maid’s frock, with a little hat atop it all to bring the outfit together. And you’d have her… what, clean and dust? Or would you bring her to your chambers for training by Mistress Widowmaker?” The doctor chuckled to herself. “Really now, I think you might have gotten a bit emotional over this job.”
She now bore an icy glare at the Swiss medic.
“I’ve transferred the money to your account,” said Mercy. “Oh, and if you’re ever interested in seeing what conditioning can do… I’m sure we could fix you right up. Or if you want a maid of your own, I might be able to find someone for you. Thoroughly submissive, endearing, and ready for Miss Widowmaker’s fingers on their lips.”
Mercy passed the assassin a business card. She said nothing as she took it and left, disappearing into the rafters and out of the old Omnic slum.
Lucky for Mercy, some of the Omnic’s manufacturing equipment was still here. That included plenty of gear to process and prep robotic refugees for transport. She’d done a tiny bit of tinkering to accommodate a small Korean pilot instead.
She hauled the girl into the rig, then waved something in front of her face. D.Va’s eyes blinked awake.
“Hello, dearest Hana! I just wanted you awake for this. I know you’re rather out of sorts, but trust me - it’ll be worth it. I’ve got an extra-special heavy packing for you. Unlike last time, I want to be absolutely certain that you’ll be ready and willing to get back to testing when we arrive at my laboratory. It’s a rather long flight though, and I don’t want you escaping on the plane ride. You’ll be in the cargo bay, I’m afraid.”
D. Va couldn’t move! She could breathe and blink, but her arms and legs felt like jelly.
“Ah, yes. Widowmaker’s paralyzing… venom is still working. Good. I just want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself. After all, this is your new life as my test subject.”
Machinery roared to life as D.Va got her bearings. She was on her knees, now totally nude, with her arms strapped behind her back. The armbinder was double-locked - first with a series of buckles and straps, and then with a single metal chain that secured to a D-ring on the ‘floor.’
She quickly realized that the floor as well as the padded surface of a small crate. It was going to be a snug fit! She wiggled left and right, and in doing so realized that several toys had been strategically taped around her sensitive zones. A pair of vibrating eggs were idly thrumming at a regular interval, making her curl her toes in anticipation of further sensual stimuli.
Machinery thrummed as machine arms prepared a web of tight nylon straps. She found herself lashed tight against the bottom of the create, with her breasts squished against her knees and the padded bottom. It made her rear stick out even farther, and made her very aware of the two teasing probes that were beginning to thrum faster and faster.
Another set of straps came down, this time making certain that the toys wouldn’t go anywhere. In fact, every time she wiggled would only further serve to grind them against her womanhood.
She began to yell, which told the machine that she was ready for gagging. Armatures slipped a tiny nutrient-ball between her lips to keep her sustained and healthy while a triple-layered gag kept her from spitting it out or moaning. First a strip of tape, then a panel-gag, and finally a harness to keep it all on. Leather cords locked it against her face, winding around her ears and neck.
“All right, dear. You’re plumbed and gagged and you’ll be kept entertained during transport.” D’Va tried to crane her neck up to look at her captor, to give her a glare, to do something - anything - that said that she still had some degree of control over her life. Mercy didn’t let her have it. The doctor reached a gloved hand inside to stroke at the young girl’s cheek.
“I know you’re salivating beneath all those layers. Believe me, I am too. I can’t wait to get you to my lab to start work. I promise, the wait will be worth it. And I’ve got new friends, too. I’ve always wanted to see what would happen when I bring two slaves - both dosed with omega-aphrodisiac - together. Hmm…. who should it be? You and Pharah? Yes, that would be good.”
D.Va grunted and wiggled. Mercy turned up the power on the toys by one notch. The grunts turned into lusty moans as Mercy shut the lid.
“I’m going to begin the final stage. You’ll find every inch of your body save your face encased in Widowmaker’s nylon web. It’ll keep you nice and warm during shipping, and also make sure you won’t squirm too much. The crate will be nice and soundproofed - nobody at all will know that the infamous MEKA pilot is within my grasp! Ta ta, now, Hana. I’ll see you soon!”
She squirmed and grunted and groaned as the lid cloaser. Warm webs began to mummify her body, tightening and squeezing every restraint all the closer. D.Va was in for a long, long ride.