Angela opened the door and there was Moira, sitting at her office desk, behind her were lab tables filled with scientific instruments and some experiments. A gauntlet was suspended in a glass case on her desk. "Welcome Angela." "Don't address me with that name." Angela replied angrily. "The tides have changed Angela, I am in charge of you now." She brought her index finger up in between Angela's eyes. Moira knew she was uncomfortable and wanted her to stay that way. Moira pulled her finger back and continued, "Talon has recruited you to develop new medical and nanotechnology." Angela interrupted, "And how will I know that you don't use this… technology to do harm!?" Moira snickered, "That's my job sweetheart." Angela went red, but contained herself. "We only have prototypes at the moment for your technology as you know, we want you to build a recreation of the technology used to operate your caduceus staff. You have until Sunday, then I will check on your progress, and if you make no progress, you will be dealt with accordingly. You will find your laboratory on the left at the end of the hall." Angela turned away and headed over to her laboratory, her prison. Her laboratory was a large room with shelves of prototypes and tools. Several workbenches and tables were visible as well. Her choices were laid in front of her, either refuse to build the technology and be tortured, or build it and survive. But she was a doctor, torture would break her and Talon would have more information than they had if she built them a medical prototype. Why didn't they just torture her and kill her? They knew she wasn't a soldier, she did have some time on the field and was armed, but wasn't trained to withstand torture. Talon knew this… why are they withholding themselves from this information? Angela didn't know, but she knew that she would have to build the tech. And so the build began. Angela began filling in the pieces of the puzzle that Talon didn't have. Designing and building nanobots that disintegrate bullets in wounds, then releasing them at a 15% rate to the healing bots. Her communicator went off after a while at work, and she clicked it on.
3:00 PM
Angela checked her communicator to see where her "counseling" session was located. She thought it was ridiculous but she had to go through with it.
32nd Floor ~~ Counseling
So she took the elevator to the 32nd floor and turned down the hallway with "counseling" imprinted on the entrance. A man was standing outside one of the doors, maybe in his mid 30s or so. He motioned with his hand to enter the room and she did. "You must be Angela Ziegler." "I prefer that you refer to me as Doctor Ziegler." she replied. "As you wish Doctor. I'm Dave, your counselor." Angela was surprised about how polite Dave was compared to the other Talon she had encountered. "Why do I need a counselor?" "I thought you'd ask that, Talon needs you in good mental condition so that you can continue your work uninterrupted by mental distraction." Angela looked bored now, "Charming" she replied. Dave went on to start asking her questions like "How was your day?" or "How is your work going?" Angela was really starting to get annoyed and as he started on a new question, Angela got up and walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her leaving the counselor shocked at her outburst. He didn't chase after her though, so she took the elevator back to her room. After laying on her bed for a few hours, she finally managed to cry herself to sleep…
8:00 AM Tuesday
The alarm activated, but Angela was already awake, curled up under the blankets, still in her clothes from Monday. Her communicator had received some messages when she was curled up, but didn't bother to read them until now.
-Amelie Lacroix- 7:17 AM
I heard about your incident yesterday and cancelled any further counseling sessions. I hope to see you today after you finish work.
She scrolled down.
-Moira O'Deorain- 7:32 AM
Your progress from yesterday is notable, you made the right choice Angela.
Angela felt better after a nights sleep, and was thankful that her counseling sessions were cancelled, but was still undecided on whether or not she was going to meet with Amelie. Amelie wouldn't hurt her again, not if she was going to keep giving Talon information, and why did she want to meet? Angela shook it off and pushed the decision off for later. She had breakfast, then went to floor 19 and got some exercise. For work she recreated the balance between the different medical nanobots that are released into the body, and before long, it was 3:00 PM. And Angela headed back to her room. Her bed was still messy from the night before, so to distract herself she made the bed, then sat there.
Amelie hurt you, you don't want to see her face.
But why does she want to see you?
Maybe she wants to ridicule you!
Or maybe she has a reason…
Drifting off in thought, Angela lost track of time. Soon it was 6 PM, and she had made her decision. She wanted to know what Amelie had to say. So she took the elevator to the 40th Floor. The elevator doors opened, and through them across the room was Amelie, in a black dress that flowed down to the floor. Her back was turned to Angela, looking into the sunset through the slanted window that stretched across the entirety of the wall. Angela walked out of the elevator, now she could see Amelie's skin more clearly, the purple that stumped Angela for years, she was never able to figure out what Talon did to her that gave her the strange pigmented skin. "You've left me waiting chèrie." And for a second Angela's mind drifted back to when Amelie…. and her mind drifted but she regained focus quickly and responded, "What do you want, you've already gotten what you need." "My Angel, I am the one who wanted you to be spared…" Angela stammered, "w-what?" "That night was real Angela, I know I took advantage of you, but I had to follow orders." Angela's mind drifted to how passionately Amelie had fucked her.
Angela! FOCUS don't let her control you again…
But she ignored her mind and her feet pulled her toward Amelie, and Amelie turned to face her. Her face was just as beautiful as she remembered. Amelie stepped forward so that they were nose and nose. "I hope you forgive me Angela." "I-I do…" Amelie looked surprised and started walking toward the elevator and motioned for her to follow. Angela followed her onto the elevator and they traveled to floor 34. And they took a left down the hallway and there was a spruce door. Amelie motioned for her to go first, so Angela opened the door and walked in. It was like a room in a luxury resort. A lounge area with a few couches and a bed, and a whole separate bedroom. A glass case covered one wall, full of gear, knives, pistols, and a sniper rifle. The wall opposite of the door was a slanted window, much like the overlook. The view was amazing, the grasslands around the building leading into the mountains that carried a fog that protected the fortress from view, snow was drifting down slowly, coating the ground. "Sit down, please." Angela set down at the edge of a bed facing the window, and Amelie sat down next to her. Amelie brought her hand up to Angela's shoulder, Angela flinched. "Relax Angela, I'm not going to hurt you." Angela relaxed, but was still alert. "I tried to talk my superiors out of putting you through counselling, but they insisted." Amelie massaged Angela's shoulder, trying to eliminate the tension. Angela spoke, "Why." Amelie looked over at Angela and their eyes met. "Why did you save me Amelie?" Amelie stared blankly out the window for a minute, then turned back to Angela. "We are very alike Angela… we were both taken against our will, and I think we will both be successful here. I left my old life behind me, and I believe you can do the same." Her hand traveled down Angela's back, and she shivered. "We can be together my angel…" Amelie's band traveled back up, behind Angela's head. "Amelie…" Angela was lost for words, then Amelie kissed her. Angela didn't struggle or break away. Amelie broke the kiss. "I-I'm sorry Angela, I got carried away, I know your still hur-" Amelie was cut off as Angela pounced onto Amelie, and forced her down onto the bed. Angela kissed Amelie as she was pinned under her. After a minute she broke her passionate kiss and sat up. Amelie looked stunned. "I accept your apology Amelie." Amelie relaxed now. Angela had already ruined her underwear, she was sure of it. "Shall we?" Amelie asked. Angela undid Amelie's dress and threw it aside and pulled off her own jeans. Amelie slipped Angela's shirt off. "I think I prefer your natural skin Amelie." Amelie looked like she almost blushed. "And you are as beautiful as before Angela." Angela decided to have some fun with Amelie. "This time it's my turn first." Angela brought her hand down onto Amelie's panties which were dripping now. "Aww, you excited Amelie? I thought you were supposed to have no emotion, or maybe I'm an exception?" Angela's fingers found their way into Amelie's underwear and caressed the sensitive skin around her crotch. Amelie gasped and any tension she had faded as Angela caressed her. "I will make you feel…" Angela used her other hand to undo Amelie's bra, Angela undid her own as well. She caressed Amelie with her right hand as she brushed her left hand over Amelie's breasts, and tickled them with her fingernails. "Ah… mon Dieu." Angela wanted Amelie be hers forever. Her fingers pulled Amelie's soaking panties off, and brushed her fingers over her cunt again, inspecting it. "Hold still my love…" Angela pinned Amelie as Amelie had done to her a few nights ago. Angela tickled Amelie's breasts. Amelie giggled and writhed under her, but Angela made sure she would stay put. She slipped her own panties off and threw them across the room. Angela was like a cat in the heat, relentless. She pivoted so she was on top of Amelie, but facing the opposite way, her face was level with Amelie's dripping cunt. Angela brought her tongue down and teased the edges of Amelie's cunt. "Angela… S'il vous plaît." Angela swept her tongue over and around her folds. Amelie could no longer contain herself and twitched and moaned under the blonde angel. "Can't handle a bit of teasing Amelie? I'm worried that you won't be able to handle what I have in store for you…" Angela went back to teasing Amelie, but this time Amelie resisted her urge to satisfy Angela with her moans. Amelie shivered as Angela made another pass. "Giving me a challenge meine geliebte?" Amelie continued to resist. "You leave me no choice, keine gnade." Angela entered Amelie and explored her. Amelie shuddered and couldn't hold back any longer and whimpered and moaned. Angela quickly learned where Amelie's delicate spots where and took full advantage of them. Prodding and stimulating them as Amelie squirmed under her, feeling Angela invade her and eat her out, and she started to lose her perception of reality as the pleasure overtook her. Angela experimented with different patterns, she wanted her subject to feel like she never had before. Angela picked up her pace and Amelie grinded herself against Angela's tongue and spread her legs to give her lover easier access. Angela relentlessly ate out Amelie until she came, Angela licked up her meal like an animal. Amelie quickly recovered from her first orgasm and locked her feet around Angela's neck and pulled her back on top of her so she was face level with Angela's cunt. "My turn mon ange" Amelie entered Angela mercilessly, and licked her out at an impossible rate. Angela screamed in her ecstasy and orgasmed staining the blankets. "Feeling better chèrie?" Amelie asked. Angela crawled up next to Amelie and curled up under the blankets alongside Amelie, shivering. Amelie snuggled up alongside Angela and they slept…