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Angel in a Birdcage pt.1

Pairing: Moira x Mercy

Prompt: Moira captures Mercy for a reunion of old friends, and to test a new experiment she created.

Warnings/Tags: very nsfw, rape turned consensual, edging, drug use, sadism/masochism, bondage

In front of Mercy, her armor was in pieces with her wings and pistol disassembled. The only thing remaining from her Valkyrie suit was her halo. The soft golden glow of the halo illuminated the dingy room just enough for her to see the figure of a woman hovering just outside her sight. She struggled to lift her head as numbness throbbed through her whole body.

“Good morning, darling” Moira spoke softly as she used two fingers to raise Mercy’s chin. 

“Don’t call me that” she hissed as her captor stared into her eyes

“Oh don’t be that way. I know you missed me after I left” the woman sneered at her as she leaned in close to whisper in Mercy’s ear, “Aren’t you the least bit curious as to why I brought you here?”

A shiver ran down Mercy’s spine as Moira crept closer, her hand caressing the cheek of her old friend. Angela jerked forward, trying to fight through the numbness. As she did, she felt ropes dig into her skin, keeping her bound to the chair. 

“Angela, I’m hurt. You know I’m always more prepared than that.” Moira pushed her head back, leaving her neck exposed, “Now, as to why you’re here…”

Moira slowly reached for Angela’s collar, pulling it down just enough to reveal her neck. She tutted as she used one of her sharpened nails to slice through the fabric that clung tightly to her friend’s body. 

“You’re going to help me test my most recent experiment.” her finger traced the skin she had just revealed

“I’m not going to help you with anything. Lena’s probably on her way already.” Mercy spat at the woman whose nails pressed against her skin.

“My dear, I’m afraid that by the time your friends find you, it’ll already be far too late.” and with a quick push, a sharp pain cut through the numbness like fire spreading through her veins

Angela looked down to see an IV inserted into her arm. Something purple and viscous was being pumped into her body, not too unlike the substance flowing through Moira’s right hand. She squirmed and fought, but her bindings kept her from doing much. Her whole body jerked as she tried once more to push against her restraints. Unfortunately, the cruel doctor held her back, pressing her down with a hand to her throat as the substance pumped through her.

However, as quickly as the pain surged through her, it disappeared. Replacing it was a subtle warmth that seemed to pulse through her. Moira once again caressed the cheek of her former friend, though this time, the lingering warmth of her palm stained Mercy's face even after Moira pulled her hand away.

"Do you understand what I've done yet?" Moira chuckled to herself as she watched Mercy struggle.

"What?" Mercy choked out as her senses were quietly growing overwhelmed.

It was subtle at first, but now everything seemed deafening. The chafing of the ropes against her bare arms, the feeling of the cold metal chair against the back of her calves, even the ever-so-slight dripping of water somewhere beyond her halo's glow.

"Can't you feel it? The medicine I've given you. It pushes your senses far beyond their limit." Moira's face loomed before Mercy's as her pointed nails slowly dragged across Mercy's throat. "Although it was designed to help soldiers in war, I have a far different intention."

In a single motion, the fabric that shielded Mercy's dignity was torn from her neck to her stomach, where the ropes wrapped around. Mercy yelped as Moira's nail tore down her chest like a blade. A burning pain trailed down her chest as a single red line grew, following the nail.

"Now that was certainly a pretty sound. Would you like to see what other noises you make?" Moira licked her lips as she drew closer to her old friend.

As Angela jerked away, Moira took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Mercy's whole body tensed, and her eyes grew wide as the cruel doctor began planting gentle kisses where she had been holding her roughly. Moira slowly moved up from her collarbone to the side of her neck, sending wave after wave of tension through her. Wine-colored lipstick marks worked their way over her body until they finally found the place that caused her whole body to tense up. With hitched breath and tense muscles, Mercy bit her tongue, trying to keep from showing Moira what she wanted.

Seeing her still trying to hold onto the shreds of dignity she had left, Moira bit down, baring her teeth as she grinned. With the sudden sharpness striking her neck, Mercy couldn't help but whine as the heat bubbling within her exploded like hot oil and water.

"I see you're still a masochist," Moira whispered in her ear. "What a wonderful face you're making."

"Fuck you." Mercy spat back.

Moira laughed as she reached down with a hand to slowly trace her finger around Mercy's nipple. She slowly pressed her nail into the base of it before gently pinching it with her fingertips. She pulled just enough to get Angela to turn her face away as she rubbed in calm, circular motions. Mercy bit her lip, trying to keep any noise from escaping, not wanting to give the doctor any satisfaction.

"Hm? No? You're still fighting, I see. Shall we try something else then?" Moira slowly moved her hand away, but Mercy could still feel the rippling sensation as her chest pulsed with excitement.

The cruel doctor slowly moved her hand down, trailing over the rope and to Mercy's legs. Already, they were spread due to her legs being bound. As quick as she did with Mercy's top, the cloth around her legs was torn, revealing a sopping wetness that dripped onto the metal chair beneath her. Moira pressed down on Angela's legs, forcing her now exposed opening against the cold metal chair, causing Mercy to whimper as a freezing chill shot through her body.

Mercy bucked wildly, trying to overpower her captor. However, between the pressure on her legs and the ropes binding her, all she managed to do was grind her labia against the chair. With Moira's experiment pumping through her, waves of fire, interrupted by bitter cold, spread through her body. With each reckless jerk of her hips, she felt her pussy throb. The icy chill of the metal against her now incredibly sensitive skin caused every muscle to tighten as she finally let out a single moan. Mercy quickly silenced herself, but the damage was done.

"God, you make the most beautiful noises. How did I keep my hands off of you before?" She slowly allowed Mercy to move her hips just enough to pull herself up from the chair. "Would you like help with that?"

She wasn't even allowed to respond before she felt Moira's moist, warm breath moving over her hood. Slowly, Moira drew back, replacing the warmth of her breath with the soft touch of her fingers pressing against Mercy's opening until her clit finally revealed itself.

"Will you be more cooperative if I continue?" Moira looked up at Mercy as she slowly pushed her fingers against her pussy.

Fiercely trying to deny, Mercy bit her lips and vehemently shook her head, though the more Moira's fingers rubbed against her lips, the harder it was to deny her. Slowly, her breathing became more labored as Moira's fingers moved up and down just enough to gather Mercy's wetness on her fingertips, but stopping just short of pushing inside. Angela shuddered as the ache between her thighs continued to grow.

"You know, you're absolutely sopping down here. Be a good girl, and we might both enjoy this." Moira softly pinched Mercy's clit between her fingers and rubbed it up and down between her thumb and index finger.

Suddenly, all stimulation was gone as Moira seemed to slink away, just outside Mercy's vision. Despite herself, she looked around desperately searching for the doctor. Then, she felt four fingers wrapping around her throat. From behind, Moira leaned in close, just close enough that Angela could feel Moira's breath on her ear.

"Tell me you want this, darling," Moira whispered as the other hand slinked back down to her waist and began massaging Mercy's opening.

As she felt herself dripping onto the chair, it became harder and harder to deny that she wanted this. She felt a flutter in her chest as Moira's fingers slid inside carefully. The doctor only pushed until her first knuckle was inside before inching her fingers out.

"I-I want this..." Mercy muttered under her breath,

"Say that again. I couldn't quite hear you, Mo Mhuirnin." Moira slowly pulled her hand back up, being extra careful to pull her fingers across Angela's folds.

"I said I want this!" Angela finally cried out as her body bucked, trying to pull Moira's fingers back inside.

"Good girl." Moira planted a kiss on Angela's cheek.

The hand gripping her neck moved to her chin and roughly pulled her head to the side. Moira quickly moved in and pressed their lips together. Using her tongue, she pushed into Angela's mouth as she held the back of Angela's head so she couldn't pull away. Mercy's pillowy lips pushed back against Moira's, but not to get away. No, she was leaning into the kiss, and though her arms were bound, she fought to pull Moira in using only her mouth.

When Moira finally pulled back, Angela was left panting, and yet the doctor gave her no time to recover before she reached back down to Mercy's cunt. She pressed two fingers into the entrance, but once again stopped at only the first knuckle. She moved them ever so slightly in and out, just enough to tease the angel sitting before her.

Soon, Mercy grew desperate. She thrusted her hips forward, trying to get Moira to move deeper. Yet, the cruel doctor knew what she was doing. Slowly, Moira pulled her fingers out and held them in front of Mercy's face.

"They just won't go in. You will help with that, won't you?" Moira pushed the fingers against Angela's lips as her wetness trickled down them

Angela bashfully wrapped her lips around them as she began to suck on Moira's fingers, trying her hardest not to look at the woman now standing over her. Not out of frustration or a desire to keep her pride, but out of embarrassment at her position. Her own saliva lubricated Moira's hand until the doctor was with Mercy's submission.

Contrasting her slow and cautious movements before, Moira quickly moved her fingers down and roughly pushed inside Mercy. As she did, she tightened her grip around Mercy's neck with her other hand. Her thumb pressed down against the side of Angela's throat.

This fic is incomplete. I'm posting this much for the person I am writing this fic for. More updates will come with the rest of the story as either edits to this post or future posts. I haven't decided which.