Chapter 4 - Mercy

Where on earth is he taking me? Mercy wondered. All around her, she could hear the movement of clanking machinery and pressurized doors, but her eyes remained covered up. 

 Perhaps seeing the confusion in her face, Sigma said, “My apologies for the darkness you’re in, Ms. Ziegler. But I would not want you escaping and making your way back from where we’re going.” 

“Escaping and making my way back? You have a lot of confidence in my abilities.” 

 The old man sniffed with cold amusement; Angela could feel some resentment bubbling up to the surface. “But of course, Ms. Ziegler. Is your reputation not of the highest order around the world? Did they not introduce you at that conference last year as the top-grade medical mind in Europe? No need to be so humble.” 

 Was this it, then? Her kidnapping only a result of some professional envy? “You could not seriously have taken me only for that.” 

 Another set of doors opened, and what sounded like patrolling omnics were moving past them. “Indeed,” Sigma said. “I did not take you for that, Ms. Ziegler. Perhaps you may remember different times when you’ve made remarks about my work? I thought it better to show it to you firsthand, so that you may change your opinion.” 

 Angela could hardly think of this as anything but a jest done in poor taste. Of course, she doubtlessly must have made some comments about him and his work. But little burns like those were common in the scientific community, and people said far worse things about her over the years. And that was without counting the endemic toxic masculinity on display in most fields. To many of her peers, no amount of accomplishments as a researcher or even as a quasi-superhero could ever get her past degrading, snappy blonde jokes. 

“I have a feeling my thoughts about your work may go down, not up,” Angela blurted, letting anger get the better of her. 

“Is that so? We shall see soon enough.” 

 Mercy only sighed, wondering where this would all end. She had high hopes that her companions would come and rescue her in due time; furthermore, the expectations for what Sigma could be capable of could not have been lower after the little display before. 

 Then came another voice. 

 A female voice that finally made her shudder.

“Angela Ziegler.” Steps sounded as they made their way towards her. “Mercy. I see you were successful.” 

 The old man gave a little laugh. “They never saw it coming.” 

 As her blindfold got lifted, the blonde found herself staring in the cool eyes of Moira. Angela knew enough about her genetic experiments to be afraid of what purpose her presence might have. What are they planning to do? And why am I here? 

 Sigma drifted over to several control panels flanking an operation table. “Is everything in order?”

“Oh, yes,” said Moira, grinning as she kept eye contact with Mercy, a soul-crushing stare that felt worse than actual physical assault. “By tomorrow, Dr. Ziegler should be ready for you.”

 Panicking as soon as her gaze crossed the table, Mercy shivered. “Don’t do anything stupid.” It sounded more like pleading than a threat.

“No worries, Dr. Ziegler.” Moira gave her shoulder three theatrically compassionate taps. “Your lover has made it quite clear no permanent harm is to come to you.” 

 No permanent harm?... What exactly was that supposed to mean? 

 Moira produced a black-colored syringe and brought it over to her neck. “If you don’t mind… This won’t hurt a bit…” 

 Angela felt the prick in her neck and whimpered as the icy liquid spread throughout her body. A sudden numbness took hold, leaving her paralyzed, unable to even more her fingers. Moira undid her bonds, then lifted her and brought her over to the table. The blonde could only look up helplessly as the redhead began to strip her suit off. 

“I think you’ll be impressed with my efforts,” said Moira. 

 Mercy desperately wanted to ask what those were, but her mouth refused to produce any words. Instead, it was Sigma that came over to the other side of her. “Oh?” 

“I’ve made some… improvements to your original request. Check the tablet over by the microscope.” 

 At first there was only silence and the happy humming of Moira as she pulled off every garment from her body, accompanied by a pleasant smile that left Angela completely terrified. This woman is psychotic… I need to get out of here… 

“Ahhh, yesss…” Sigma gushed like a little boy. “This is simply wonderful. I am forever indebted to your assistance.” 

“No need to be indebted. Just pay me.” Moira laughed darkly and set Mercy’s wrists and ankles in bonds. “Plus, it’s not every day that I get to work on such a special little project.” 

 The table began to lift and went back, leaving the gorgeous blonde spread out before them and restrained, her perfectly smooth white skin shimmering under the sterile lights. 

“Shall we begin?” Moira asked. 

“Oh, but of course.” 

 Not more than a minute ago, Angela wished that her senses came back and she could move her limbs again. Now, as paralysis wore off and her fingers started responding to her commands again, she feared what might come. “What are you doing?” 

 Moira kept humming and pulled two wired clasps from the back of the table. The first wrapped around Mercy’s left nipple, the biting cold of the metal making her cry out. “What are you doing?!” she yelled again. “Stop! Stop this at once! I swear… I’ll…” 

 Sigma sighed and floated over. “You need not panic, Ms. Ziegler. All will be well.” 

“What are you doing to me?” Angela bit her lip as the second nipple clamp bit into her. “Please, stop her…” 

“I’m afraid that cannot happen. Moira here needs to finish her work with you. As I said, all will be well. You’ll be happy with the results.”

“What results?!” yelled Mercy, exasperated. “What are you doing?” 

 A frown came over the old man’s face. “I thought that was clear. We’re mindbreaking you so that you’ll be the docile partner I deserve.” 

“And juicing you up a bit,” added Moira, letting her fingers slide around the gentle curve of Angela’s breasts.

 The idea that these two psychos would be prodding with her genetic makeup was worse than if they just executed her. “You can’t do that. Please… Listen, Sigma, I’ll do whatever you want! Right now! Just let me go and I’ll do it… I’ll…” Angela gulped as she forced herself to say the words. “I’ll fuck you if you want. Do whatever. But don’t do this. I’ll never forgive you for this.” 

 The old man sighed and leaned in - close enough to kiss her, though his lips stayed away. “Unfortunately, Ms. Ziegler, your forgiveness is quite irrelevant. Tomorrow, you’ll be madly in love and none of this will have mattered.” Proud with his own statement, he pulled back and assumed a zenlike position. “Please, Moira, proceed.” 

“No, no, no, no, no…” whispered the blonde as a mantra of denial. 

 Moira flashed a final clasp in her face and winked before she brought it down to her pussy. The psycho took her sweet time moving it along her sensitive hot lips, bringing it up to the tiny pink clit. The pressure of the clasp alone was enough to make Angela tilt her head back and coo in pleasure. 

“What a receptive patient!” 

 Moira stepped aside and went to the wall. There, she took out some fake tiles that blended in perfectly with the environment, and opened the hidden safe. She took out a suitcase. Her fingertip went over the touchpad as she did a final unlock, then took out six syringes, three in each hand. 

“Those are for the mental molding?” 

 Moira nodded. “Yup. The physical enhancements will take some time, so I figured I would leave those for later. This will be the real fun part for you to assist me in.” 

 Somebody has to come and help me, Mercy kept telling herself. This can’t be happening. They’re going to ruin me forever. I won’t be me… 

 Moira brought the first syringe and inserted it into her tightly-squeezed nipple. Angela howled in delight as it made its way into her breast, feeling the cool contents spilling inside of her hot tiddies. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Moira giggled. “I bet it does.” 

 It did… That was the shocking part. Just the thought of a needle entering her nipple would’ve left her scarred in the past - instead, only pleasure came in its wake. What’s wrong with me? 

 The second syringe went into her other breast, leaving Mercy a quivering mess. “Those seem quite potent… Does she really need more?” Sigma asked. 

 Moira glanced back at him. “More? No, this dosage should suffice.” Her eyes followed his and came to the remaining four syringes between her fingers. “Oh, these!” The redhead brought one up and inserted deep into her neck, grunting in pleasure as her eyes rolled into her head. She took a moment to calm down, then grinned, her eyes shining. “These are just for me.” 

 This crazy bitch is going to kill me... thought Mercy. But the mental panic was not followed by any physical response. Even as her mind drowned in worry, her body began to feel… good. 

 Moira went over to her panels and turned some nobs and waited. It wasn’t long until the current came down to the clamps and passed through her, shredding through her sensitive nipples. Angela felt as if her breasts and pussy were on fire, in the best way possible. 

 The redhead jerked her chin at Sigma. “Go ahead. She’s all yours.” 

 The old man approached and gently put a hand on her waist. Just that touch alone was enough to make Mercy scream in delight and giggle. It felt so good. How could it feel so damn good? What have they done to me? This is nuts… 

 Even Sigma looked shocked by her lustful reactions as his hand went up the tight torso to squeeze one of her soft tits. “You enjoy this, Ms. Ziegler?” 

 Mercy feyish joy was his response. “I love it. It feels amazing. How did you do this? It feels… So fucking good… God.” 

 The wrinkled face became animated with life. “Yes, you’ll experience this every day,” Sigma told her, his tongue coming out like a snake’s as he came up to her mouth. “If you’re mine, then you will feel this sort of pleasure nonstop.” 

“I want it. I need it. Please, give it to me.” 

“And what will you give me in turn? Will you become mine? Will you be my obedient trophy wife?”

 Obedient trophy wife? Mercy suddenly snapped out of it and realized what was going on. Her friends were gone. She had been kidnapped. She was slowly losing her mind to this torture. Ironically, she read countless papers as a teen on the ineffectiveness of torture to speak against it at various international committees. But not once had she considered that the targets could be mindbroken by unwanted physical pleasure instead. 

 I need to resist this, my friends, they’re---

“AAaaaAAahhh!! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaa!!! FUCK!! ❤” Angela shrieked at the top of her lungs, her high-pitched voice echoing throughout the lab. Why was she sounding so girly all of a sudden? No, resist… RESIST!! They’re going to get you like this!! 

 There was no telling what precisely Moira monitored as she operated her machine, but the amount of energy blasting into her just broke Angela completely. Her eyes lit up with pure love as she stared at Sigma, her tongue coming out to drool, her quivering pussy dripping openly from the strain put upon her body. 

“This is wonderful…” the old man whispered, nearly awestruck. He leaned in and finally brought a kiss to Mercy, his pervy tongue going past her young lips to explore the insides of her mouth with an awkward probing that left her thinking he had never done it before with any other woman. 

 In spite of that, the blonde loved every moment of it. Her own mouth sucked his tongue in, savoring its godlike taste, desperately wishing to make him happy. “I love you…” she mumbled helplessly. “I love you…” 

 The old man stroked her hair and looked upon her triumphantly. As his hands came down to touch her clit, she immediately began to whimper in pleasure, real tears forming in her and coming down her cheeks. It feels so good… So fucking good… 

“What you’ve done here is nothing short of a miracle.” 

 Moira perked up at the compliment. “You think? We’re not even done. I’ve left the final phase for you.” 

 Sigma’s eyed her like a kid under the Christmas tree with his mother. “There’s more?” 

 She took out one last syringe, this one pink, and handed it to him. “The shots before raised her pleasure threshold and opened it to all nerve stimuluses, but this one is for hyper-sensitivity.” 

 Sigma’s own hand trembled. “Which does… what?” 

“A simple feather going across her clitoris will feel like a rod being struck by lightning.” Moira reached behind her and produced a pink feather to go along with it. “She’s all yours, tiger.” 

 Mercy was so far gone that she desperately wanted to get the effects of the injection. “Give it, my love!” she begged him. “Please, give it now…” 

 The old man showed some signs of hesitation as he approached. “Are you certain? This might be a bit much…” 

 Her friends forgotten. Her dignity dead and buried. “I need it ❤.” 

 The sight of her arousal made the old man all jittery. “Y-Yes, of course…” Awkwardly, he brought the needle to her forearm, found a vein, then pressed his thumb down and watched the shot go into her bloodstream. 

 It hit her at once and Mercy lost all awareness of what she was doing. Perhaps she was screaming, or maybe she simply passed out. But what she felt was heavenly, and soon she saw herself from afar swimming in a gorgeous pink ocean of pure pleasure. I can be here forever ❤, thought the once-proud Ziegler, reduced to a pleasure-seeking slave.

 And this was all because of Sigma… Only a man that truly loved her could bestow such a gift upon her. Mercy would be eternally grateful to him for that. I’ll do anything he wants to pleasure him, anything… 

 Her screaming and terrified friends were swimming alongside her in the lovely ocean, but the angelic Angela just made finger pistols and shot them all away, deleting them from her thoughts. They had no business being here if they couldn’t make her happy. I deserve to be happy. 

 Sigma’s skeletal old figure appeared next to her as she swam. “I missed you darling.” 

“I missed you too! ❤” Mercy made her way over to him and clung to his body, kissing his bony chest as her fingers went down to cradle his cock. “I’m so glad you’re here. You’re the only person I’ll ever need ❤.”

 Every so often as they swam, she could hear some unfamiliar voices echoing, a man and a woman. “It’s done, then?” 

 The woman laughed heartily. “Oh, of course not, this is only the beginning.” 

 Angela wasn’t sure why, but a pang of nervousness tugged at her. Still, there was no reason to worry. The love of her life was right next to her, and everything would be all right ❤… 

