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Overwatch ENF: Shadows of Shame	By : Meowshi Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Moonlit Humiliation
- 2-Taloned Fingers
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The ride to the Talon’s base of operations in Numbani was mostly uneventful. The troopers had dragged Efi out of the alley and placed her in a wheeled, manned vehicle without much resistance. It was clear to her that any attempt to resist at this moment would be pointless.
     Because she wasn’t fighting back, the younger trooper had even given her a thin blanket to cover herself with inside the car. The older troopers, however, continued to look at her with hungry, desirous expressions on their faces, and she distracted herself by watching the moonlit city pass through the window.
     The Talon troopers didn’t bother to cover her face, which told her that the area they were taking her to was most likely a temporary staging area. They weren’t worried she would lead Numbani Civic Defense forces back to them because they would likely move on before she got the chance.
     The amount of street lights was dwindling which meant that it was becoming harder for her to see outside the window of the car, but that was also useful information. It suggested that they were taken her to a less-developed part of the city. Despite her situation, she smiled slightly; proud of her intel-gathering abilities.
    The smile faded and she furrowed her brow as a peculiar sensation tingled up her leg. She looked down to see a large, dark hand caressing her inner thigh. Efi jerked her leg away with a start, causing the dark-skinned trooper to giggle unkindly. The woman brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked it greedily, savoring the bitter, salty taste of the girl’s damp skin,
     The car pulled up to a large factory emblazoned with a holographic sign saying, “Arbalest Arms Company.” The entire city block looked deserted, and there weren’t many landmarks that Efi could recognize, but she reasoned she must be somewhere in the manufacturing district. She hugged the blanket tighter around her body as she was roughly pushed out of the car and led into the factory by gunpoint. The Numbani woman had placed her helmet back on her head, instantly adopting a more professional demeanor.
    Upon entering the factory, she was greeted by a crowd of curious eyes. Dozens upon dozens of Talon troopers were walking around the factory, doing sentry sweeps or odd tasks. Each time she walked through a room everyone would turn and stare at her, though she was at least thankful that most of the judgemental stares were hidden behind the bone-white helmets of the troopers.
    The factory wasn’t just filled with standard infantry though. She saw a Talon sniper perched up on one of the upper walkways of the factory, the flowing red tails of his coat hanging over the edge. She shuddered as she walked by a massive woman hefting around a large chaingun on her shoulder and barking orders at her subordinate; one of those genetically-engineered operatives known as “Heavy Assault” in Talon's parlance. She also spotted several non-combatant agents of Talon, most of them wearing tailored suits and fancy earpieces. Security drones seemed prevalent in the building and she hugged her thin blanket tighter to her body, not wanting them to record her nudity through their sinister red lenses.
     “Ow!” Efi shouted as she was shaken from her thoughts and pushed forcefully into a large meeting room. The Numbani trooper who had shoved her, also deliberately stepped on her blanket as she fell into the room, causing her to land undignifiedly onto her face and hands with her butt in the air.
     “Oops,” the dark-skinned woman chuckled evilly, soaking in the image of Efi’s round buttocks and cute little butthole before the girl managed to slap her hands over her privates with a humiliated hiss.
    Efi’s eyes dashed around the room, and she sighed with relief when she noticed that there were no security drones in the room. Unfortunately, the meeting “room” was really just a long table sitting in-between four large panels of glass, and she could see dozens of Talon operatives openly staring at her nakedness. Most of them at least had the decency to pretend to be working.
    “It’s nice to get out of this thing,” the Numbani trooper said as she once again took off her helmet, revealing her long tresses of plaited hair and sharp, manic eyes.
    “For fucks sake, can’t they improve the ventilation in these things?” the British soldier grumbled before he removed his own helmet. Efi stared at him, committing his face to memory. He was ugly, with a broad, crooked jaw and thick scars running down the right side of his face. Thick gray stubble covered his chin, except for where the scars were deep enough to have destroyed the hair follicles.
    The younger trooper then wordlessly removed his own helmet, and Efi had to admit that she might have considered him kind of cute if he wasn’t a terrorist who participated in the violation of young girls on the street. He looked to only be around eighteen or nineteen years old, and his thick blonde hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. He had big, nervous green eyes.
     “Should I go and get Doomfist now?” he said hesitantly, clearly not eager to appear before the legendarily violent leader of Talon.
     “Not yet,” the scarred trooper growled, “We need t’ do one final inspection before we bring the boss to ‘er.”
     Efi looked down at herself incredulously.
      Where could they possibly think I am hiding something?
      Despite her confusion, the young girl was shoved onto the table and she could only offer a squeal of surprise in response. She looked up to see the Numbani and British troopers removing their gauntlets and her expression fell.
      Are they planning on touching me?
     Her question was soon answered as the scarred man placed a heavy, hairy palm on her chest. Her eyes widened at the violation, and she shivered as his rough, calloused hands swept over her angry nipples. The dark-skinned woman appeared by her side, raising Efi’s arm and running a finger across her sweat-slick armpits. “ Pretty, pretty …” the woman moaned desirously.
    “S-stop! You’re not even pretending to look for anything!” Efi protested on her behalf, already knowing the words would fall on deaf ears. She looked pleadingly at the younger trooper, but he simply looked at her with shame in his eyes and then turned around.
     The scarred man was now kneading her chest roughly, causing her to mewl and twist around as pricks of pain shot through her. He didn’t seem to mind that she was completely flat-chested; in fact, the way he pawed at her made Efi think he might have preferred it that way. She stared at the man with disbelief and revulsion.
     Her thoughts were soon driven to the Numbani trooper though, as she felt something weird and wet in her armpit. She turned her head to see the dark-skinned woman tentatively sticking a thick, wet tongue into her sweaty armpit. The tickling sensation wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but it was terribly embarrassing.
      What kind of freaks and degenerates does Talon employ??
     The dark-skinned woman lapped at Efi’s armpit as though it was a delicacy, emitting gross squelching sounds like some sort of thirsty animal. Efi’s stomach roiled in repulsion at her fallen Numbani sister.
     The woman then emerged from Efi’s armpit, her dark-brown chin dripping with stringy strands of saliva and sweat. She stared into Efi’s eyes with an expression that was equal parts lecherous and deranged, and then slowly brought her thick lips up to the young girl’s mouth.
     Efi balked at the passionate embrace, trying desperately to pull her head away, but the woman was stronger and held her head in place with her free arm. The woman pried about Efi’s lips with her slithering tongue, and then greedily kissed her.
     The young girl’s stomach recoiled at the sour taste in her mouth, though she wasn’t sure if it was her own sweat that was causing the reaction, or the unfamiliar saltiness of the woman’s saliva. Either way, she breathed a sigh of relief when the woman pulled away, as she had been worried she might vomit directly into the woman’s mouth. And there’s no telling what sort of beating she might have gotten if she had done that.
     The scarred man had evidently gotten bored with her nondescript chest and was now peeling apart her knees, exposing her privates to the crowd of Talon operatives now staring unabashedly at the show. Efi tried to close her legs, but he soon had his face between her sex and bottomhole, sniffing loudly.
     This was going too far. The young inventor had thought she would be safe because Talon wanted to recruit her, but these soldiers were obviously lost in their passions. If something didn’t happen soon, she would have her virtue stolen from her.
    Efi was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice the Numbani woman fingering her navel like some sort of sexual orifice. All her attention was on the cruel, ugly man with his head between her thighs.
    The British trooper stared down hungrily at Efi’s undeveloped sex. Even with her knees pried open, her lower lips were still tightly closed. Only the slightest strip of pink was visible between her nut-brown labia. He gingerly spread the dampening lips, causing Efi to screech in surprise and indignation. Her breaths were now coming ragged and hard.
     I’ve got to escape. I’ve got to escape. I’ve got to escape!
    Efi finally decided she would have to claw, kick, and punch her way out of this situation. Obviously, she couldn’t win, but she would rather be beaten than to have her body used by these vile people a second longer.
    The ugly man stared down into her small pinkness, admiring the contrast between the velvety folds of her inner vagina and the mahogany lips that were previously hiding it. He spotted her hymen, thin but intact, and brought a bulbous finger up to tear it away.
     Efi finally decided she would have to claw, kick, and punch her way out of this situation. Obviously, she couldn’t win, but she would rather be beaten than have her body used by these vile people a second longer.
     Her hands balled up into fists and she prepared to start swinging when suddenly the younger trooper pushed the old man away from her thighs.
     “That’s enough! You two have fucking lost it!” he shouted, putting a bit of bass in his voice.
     The Numbani trooper shook her head and backed away from Efi, suddenly realizing the line that was almost crossed. She had lost it. Something about the little girl simply pissed her off. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to see the vaunted “Hero of Numbani” defiled and disgraced. The brilliant young inventor made her feel small and insecure, but that was no excuse to fail to be professional. The trooper began wiping the dripping saliva from her chin and stormed out of the room, not trusting herself around the child any longer.
    The British trooper could not be reasoned with, however, and he threw himself as the younger man. They brawled for a few seconds, but it was obvious that the scarred man was older and more inexperienced.
     “You put yer feckin’ hands on me, boy? On me?!”
     The blonde-haired trooper wailed as he was punched repeatedly in the face; each sickening thud resulting in a spray of red. “S-stop! I didn’t mean to hit you! Doomfist wanted her alive and untouched!” He pleaded, reverting back to his weak, obsequious tone.
     “I’m tired of yer bloody bitching!” the older man sat up with a heaving, exhausted breath. “Akande didn’t catch this little bitch, we did. She and her omnic beast kicked his arse up and down this city because he was stupid enough to try and capture her head-on. We were smart. We waited until she was nice and alone and vulnerable, and then we nabbed her wit’ no problem! So now I’m gonna t’ take what I want from this li’l slut and if Akande has a fecking problem with that he’s welcome to come over and kiss my—”
     The crackle and smell of pulse energy shot out across the room and Efi watched in horror as the ugly man’s head disintegrated into a fine red mist. Efi wanted to shriek, she even felt her body going through the motions to scream, but no sound managed to escape from her gaping mouth. Standing at the door of the meeting room was Akande Ogundimu, The Scourge of Numbani. The massive Nigerian man was pointing his eponymous Doomfist gauntlet forward, each of the barrels located on the knuckles letting out plumes of smoke. He had a fatherly smile on his face, as though he had not just exploded a man’s head and painted the clean white meeting room with a fresh coat of red.
     “I’m sorry you had to hear that, Ms. Oladele. Good help is so hard to find these days,” his deep baritone rumbled from deep within his chest, somehow both threatening and warm.
     Behind him was the Numbani trooper, who was now meekly staring at the ground with her helmet held in her trembling hands.
     “I understand you tried to fight off your superior once you realized he was acting against my wishes,” Doomfist turned to the young blonde man cowering on the floor. “Admirable. But if you pick a fight with a stronger opponent…”
     Doomfist grasped the man by the collar and lifted him from the floor with his massive gauntlet, before flinging him through the glass wall of the meeting room. His desperate wails were soon silenced by the sound of shattering glass and his bloody body slumping onto the floor. “Make sure you’re in a position to win it.”
     Doomfist then turned to the Numbani trooper behind him, who shrank under his penetrating gaze. “You, whatever your name is,” he said to her as he motioned towards the body he had just carelessly flung through a pane of glass, “Get him to medical. Wouldn’t want that boy bleeding out on my floors, now would we?”
     The trooper nodded and then rushed off to retrieve her companion, eager to escape the Nigerian man’s piercing eyes.
     She was soon replaced by a group of individuals that Efi could only assume were some of Talon’s leaders. She instantly recognized the masked man and woman as Reaper and Widowmaker, two violent murderers whom she had first seen portrayed in the Overwatch-themed cartoon she used to enjoy when she was younger. In the cartoon, they had been bumbling, double-crossing, and mustache-twirling; but now staring at them in real life, she felt like she was staring at two avatars of death.
     “You gave that scum too quick of a death,” Reaper grumbled, his gravelly voice sounding like stones churning together behind his expressionless mask. He looked as if he wanted to shoot the dead man a couple of more times.
     “We should kill her and be done with this,” the woman known as Widowmaker said icily, turning towards the young girl. Her pale, blue skin looked like it wouldn’t seem out of place on a cadaver that was several days old.
      “Really, Lacroix? You want us to start murdering children in cold blood now? We aren’t Vishkar.” Reaper responded coldly, though he did raise his sinister-looking shotgun, in case the order was given.
      “That’s not…we don’t…we can’t be held responsible for…” stuttered a handsome Indian man that Efi didn’t know by name or appearance, though she did recognize that he was wearing a Vishkar Corporation uniform.
     Reaper chuckled darkly, the harsh hissing sound reminding Efi of air escaping a punctured lung.
     “Relax Sanjay; I’m sure tall, dark, and gruesome didn’t mean anything by that,” quipped a fourth figure, a dashing-looking omnic in a dark black suit. He peered over at Efi’s cowering naked form before turning back to Doomfist, “You planning on getting us into the child trade?”
      Doomfist responded to his question with a glare that caused the omnic to back into the wall slightly, but his voice was as calm and warm as ever. “Never, Maximilien. Talon is about giving voice to the voiceless, not exploiting the vulnerable for profit. Besides, this is no regular child. This is Efi Oladele, the girl who created The Savior of Numbani.”
     The omnic’s optical lenses flashed in acknowledgment and he peered back over at Efi in astonishment, “This little thing created Orisa?! That’s…incredible.” He danced a gold across his metallic fingers as he began to calculate just how much money the brilliant little inventor could bring into Talon.
     “She’s not going to want to work for us after all this,” a Hispanic woman said from a chair at the back of the room. Efi flinched, as she hadn’t even noticed the woman enter the room. She was pretty though, with deeply-tanned skin, brightly-dyed hair, and a sidecut shaved into the side of her head revealing subdermal cybernetic implants.
     “I have ways of making her complaint,” said a cruel, Irish-sounding woman who was studying her with a questioning gaze. Recognition slowly dawned on Efi’s face as she realized it was the famous geneticist Moira O'Deorain. She had literally written the chemistry textbook she used in school!
      How many influential people are involved in Talon?!
     “At least get her some clothes,” the Hispanic woman said, openly staring at Moira with disgust.
     “Careful who you look at with those angry little eyes,” Moira responded without looking up at the smaller woman, but a trial of black smoke began to rise threateningly from her taloned fingers.
     “Any time, you puta enferma,” she said with hate lacing her words and suddenly blinked out of thin air. Efi stared at the chair the woman had suddenly vanished from with a gaped-open mouth.
     “Don’t worry little one, she’s probably just zipped off to go talk with extra-dimensional fairies! They are great conversationalists!” an older man said. He had a kindly, if deranged look in his eyes, and Efi could almost swear that he was levitating off of the ground, but that couldn’t be right because he wasn’t wearing any sort of propulsion equipment. A pair of spheres floated and danced around in his hand as he turned from her to have a conversation with the wall.
     Doomfist looked at the man with a hint of sadness in his deep brown eyes before shaking off the unfamiliar emotion and turning back towards the group of Talon leaders. “We’ll decide what to do with her later, for now, find her some clothes and a room to lock her up in. I want a guard on her at all—”
     Suddenly, Doomfist’s orders were interrupted by the sound of blaring proximity alarms. Efi looked through the remaining glass panels of the room and saw dozens of Talon soldiers running around in a panic and grabbing weapons. Despite herself, she felt a small tinge of hope rising in her chest.
     Doomfist spun on her and his eyes narrowed, “What did you do?”
      The little girl stood up, ignoring her nakedness, and stared at him defiantly. She barely reached his knee. She rolled back her shoulders and smirked as the sounds of screaming and pulse rifle fire suddenly exploded all around them. “Your men seemed worried about me mistaking them for thieves rather than freedom fighters or whatever the hell you call yourselves.” She placed a dainty finger on the gold neck-ring dangling from her throat and shrugged, “I guess you should have made sure they took everything.”
    Reaper looked down at the girl and chuckled, “Smart kid” before raising his shotgun and dissipating into a plume of foul-smelling smoke. He reappeared in the center of a group of armed officers of the Numbani Civil Defense Department, spinning and rapidly firing off his shotguns. “DIE! DIE! DIE!” his voice seemed to delight in murder.
      “Well, this location is fucked. I would suggest we forget the girl, grab what we can, and move to the Auxiliary base,” the wealthy-looking omnic said before straightening his tie and walking out of the room.
     “My research!” Moira suddenly wailed and darted out behind him, “If one of those bumbling fools touches my notes…”
     “Where is the angry lady going?” the bizarre old man asked, and Efi was now entirely sure that he was levitating. “Did someone finish her candy?”
     Doomfist slapped his non-gauntleted hand against his forehead in frustration and turned towards the man, “Everything is fine Dr. de Kuiper. Go follow the angry lady to make sure that none of these bad men with guns try to harm her.”
     The old man nodded before floating off, humming a childish tune to himself.
     “I told you we should have keeled her,” the Widowmaker said to Doomfist, before firing off a grappling hook and flying off. The remaining Talon operatives ran off, leaving only Doomfist and Efi in the room. She was worried he might attack her, but he only chuckled to himself.
     “You never fail to impress Ms. Oladele,” he looked down at her like a proud father, sending a shiver of revulsion down her spine, “When you finally do decide to join us, we will accomplish great things.”
     She didn’t have a response to that wasn’t a series of childish swears so she simply glared at him as he calmly left the room, dispatching several heavily-armed Numbani officers as though they were nothing.
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