Make a run for it

Sombra tried to run, but with her tech disabled and her head throbbing, she had no hopes of escaping someone far more fit than her. With two arms strengthened by forgework, she picked up Sombra and carried her off, to the cheers of the crowd. Eventually, Brigitte stopped at a set of stocks, ones which Sombra had assumed were merely decorative to fit the Renaissance Fair vibe. As Brigitte locked her head and wrists into it, it felt very, very functional.

"Sorry to disrupt the competition, people, but I think we need to teach this cheater a lesson! Are we going to let her come in here, make a mockery of our sport, and humiliate us?" The roar from the crowd was deafening.

"...Okay, listen, I have a small fortune in my bank account right now," said Sombra, beginning to panic under her helmet. "Let me go, and I'll give you sixty, no, seventy per-" Sombra squeaked as Brigitte smacked her across the butt.

"Mercy's practically family, you asshole," Brigitte snapped under her breath as she started stripping off Sombra's helmet and armor. Hands that knew their way around armor unbuckled buckles and unclasped clasps. "The only reason I'm here is so I can give you what you deserve. No armor, no toys. Just you and me. Nowhere to hide." At last, Sombra was down to just a tanktop and tights, tights that Brigitte immediately yanked down.

"Hah, look at this cheat!" Brigitte snapped the elastic band on Sombra's purple thong, eliciting another yelp from the defanged hacker. "She masquerades as a knight when she dresses like a streetwalker underneath!"

"Says the one who's not wearing underwear right now," muttered Sombra. Brigitte shot a bitter look at her.

"You know what happens when a brigand ends up in stocks? Their body becomes public property. Let me show you." And with that, she raised her hand and _slammed _it against Sombra's ass.

Thus began the worst hour of Sombra's life. The pain of being spanked for so long was one thing. A live audience was another. For sixty minutes, as Brigitte yanked her thong up and spanked her like a schoolchild, Sombra heard a thousand comments about her character, her appearance, her fuckability, and worse, suggestions. And on those suggestions, as the jousting competition went on in the background, Brigitte ripped away the rest of her clothes, fondled her, and even let a few of the audience get their hands all over her. Even Reinhardt gave her a few smacks, the **** of his mighty blows nearly toppling her.

It was a sore, humiliated, and very tired Sombra who was turned over to the cops at the end of the day. Escaping captivity was easy enough - a naked, defanged master hacker is still a master hacker - but after being publicly outed and humiliated, she cancelled the contract and went into hiding. Better to give it all up than to be known for that.

The End, and a sore one at that. Perhaps she'll be quicker on the uptake in another timeline.