No, Joanna's attacked.

Joanna started to turn and caught sight of Kelly Arnold slumped against the wall. A woman in figure hugging black body armour was stepping over the trooper's body and coming at Joanna with a civilian model shock baton. Joanna parried the first thrust and struck back, but her opponent was of a different calibre to the civilians the Angels had made short work of elsewhere in the building. She easily deflected Joanna's blow and sprang backwards out of reach. The sergeant tried to call for back up only to hear the hiss of static over her comms. The black clad woman smiled and tapped a pouch on her belt.

"Sorry bout that." The woman said insincerely. "Comm jammer, it's just gonna be you and me."

Before Joanna could draw her stun gun the woman leapt to the attack once more and she and the sergeant dueled with their shock batons. Whoever this woman was she was clearly well trained, a flurry of thrusts and parries were exchanged as the two women fought. The bulky power armour was proving to be a hindrance to Joanna in the confined area, whilst the lighter combat suit allowed her opponent to duck and weave gymnastically out of danger. Ducking beneath a swing of Joanna's baton the woman hit the floor rolling and before the NCO could react had sprung back up to thrust the tip of her shock baton against the chest of Joanna's suit.

A blue corona of arcing light played over the surface of Joanna's power armour. Inside the shell Joanna writhed as the motors went haywire and she fell backwards, her booted heels drumming on the floor and her limbs twitching uncontrollably. Her vision swam as she fought against unconsciousness and the face of the black armoured woman loomed over her.

"Sorry bout that." The woman said as Joanna slipped into darkness. "But trust me you'll thank me later."

The next thing Joanna knew was being slapped about the face. She opened her eyes to find the black clad woman kneeling over her. Behind her stood two other women, one wearing a black business jacket and skirt and the other a labcoat. Joanna focused her eyes and saw the armoured woman had a ID badge on the suits breast bearing the corporate logo and the words, "Bella Starkey, chief of security."

"She's conscious." Bella informed the other two women over her shoulder. "You'd better take over, her squad will be wondering where she's got to soon."

The corporate security chief backed away and Joanna raised herself to a sitting position. Kelly Arnold was sitting nearby, awake and holding her head in her hands. The woman in the business suit coughed to attract Joanna's attention.

"I hope you're not too badly shook up from the stunning sergeant." She enquired. "We apologise for that, but it was necessary. As you were, you wouldn't have listened to reason. Tell me how do you feel about following the orders of the men outside now?"

Joanna frowned as she contemplated the question, the headaches she'd felt when she'd tried to consider her actions had gone. As good as it had admittedly felt to feel a cock inside her for the first time Joanna felt a cold rage that her freedom of choice had been taken from her. Inside her power armour she could feel the dried semen crusting on her skin and her asshole felt sore from the buggering the union rep had given her.

"Those bastards fucked with my head." She swore. "I'll rip that cocky shits head off."

"I guess we can say that the antidote works." The businesswoman remarked to the labcoated technician. "We should all take a shot now to be on the safe side."

"I expect you want some answers Sergeant." She said to Joanna. "I'm Holly Jaeger, the corporate chief exec on this planet. This is Dr Naomi Feinberg the head of research and you're somewhat acquainted with Bella our security chief. This whole mess started several weeks ago......"