Rob Goes To The Doctor

Despite the gigantic mess Rob had made in Zatanna's absence, he was never one to rest on his laurels. Even with his reliable right-hand gone for an indeterminate amount of time, he could hardly just wait, holed up in his home, as a world of fictional beauties passed him by. He still had many more women to claim as his own and would not waste a single moment in that pursuit!

Especially when he had already set up this meeting before Zatanna's departure!

As such, days after his breeding rampage, Rob found himself jetting off to Zurich, Switzerland towards his next target, one he was particularly eager to enslave, fuck, and put to work. Her beauty would make her a beloved pleasure ****, but her mind and ingenuity would make her an asset in the near future. A game-changing **** with the potential to rival the Pink Room in terms of his ability to modify his harem to his liking.

"Well, first off, let me begin by saying it is a pleasure to meet you in person, Dr. Ziegler."

"Well, thank you for such a warm welcome, Herr Daily." Doctor Angela Ziegler said in reply, returning Rob's welcoming smile with one of her own, her Germanic accent adding a warmth and sensuality to her soft, lilting voice. "But, again, I must stress, there was no need for you to fly all the way here to Zurich. We very easily just could have teleconferenced."

"Oh, nonsense. It was no bother whatsoever. Besides, I had never been to Switzerland before, so this seemed as good an excuse as any." One upside to no longer needing to sleep was, as Rob found, he was no longer affected by jetlag. Plus, with his own private plane and bevy of girls raring to play stewardess for him, it seemed a waste not to jet off and meet with the good doctor in person.

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Despite pushing well into her forties, the woman across from Rob did not look a day over thirty, youthful and beautiful, yet radiating maturity and intelligence with her every expression and action. The angelic blonde beauty was none other than Doctor Angela Ziegler AKA Mercy, another lovely lady of Overwatch. Already having three of them to himself, Rob knew he would not be satisfied until he had most or all of them under his thumb, but Angela would be a crown jewel to be sure, and Rob was absolutely giddy to be face to face with her.

After some discussion with Brigitte, Sombra, and Zarya, Rob had learned that - in the mundanity of his universe - the Overwatch program wasn't some multinational military strike ****, but a private school of sorts, one that specialized in the best-of-the-best, regardless of vocation. Apparently, it scouted people from around the world with talent in various fields - engineering or computer programming or weightlifting, as it were - and offered to hone their natural talent through rigorous education and financial grants. Angela herself was a beneficiary of such a program, regarded as a child prodigy in the field of medicine and medical technology, graduating with both an MD and a PHD at the age of nineteen, looking to be a pioneer in the healthcare world...

But that was in the past. In the now, as Rob had discovered, the former wunderkind was slumming it, working as a general practitioner, with the occasional periods of giving back to the Overwatch foundation working as an instructor. Good, noble work to be sure, but not reaching the lofty expectations placed upon such a genius talent. Even as he sat across her, Rob could see a weariness written large across her beautiful countenance, etched in the corners of her thin smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Or said eyes holding a dull, listless quality to them. Rob had seen this expression on women before - most notably on Asami Sato, before claiming her for his own - and knew that this was the face of a woman beaten down by the world, resigned to whatever mundane life she could scrap together.

And if Angela was to be his pet, then that would just not do.

"Well, if that is the case, then I do welcome you to Switzerland and hope you enjoy your stay." Despite traveling all the way to Zurich, Rob was playing host for Angela, having rented out a conference room in the five-star hotel he was staying at. The cavernous space was meant to host upwards of a hundred guests, but now only had the two sitting on opposite ends of a conference table. As she spoke, Rob could see Angela's eyes dart side to side across the empty room, the extravagant decor and yawning space around them, clearing think Rob was some sort of wealthy show-off. "However, perhaps we should get down to business. You have been largely coy, Herr Daily, on what you want out of me, but I believe you briefly mentioned some sort of business opportunity?"

Rob beamed from across the table, quickly drawing a thick manila folder from his bag. "Yes, indeed. You see, Dr. Zeigler, recently I came into some money; an exceptionally large fortune, truth be told." Rob motioned to the spacious conference room around them, Angela unable to contain her snark, rolling her eyes every slightly.

"Yes, yes, I can plainly see that..."

Rob replied with a good natured chuckle before continuing. "Yes, well, I have been enjoying having this wealth to my name, but after a time, I came to a conclusion that I should try and do some good with it. Give back to the world and try and make it a better place."

"I can respect such a noble inclination." Angela commented with another wan smile.

"Oh, please, no compliments, you'll make me blush, Doctor. Regardless, though, I was doing some research on what to do with my money - eventually settling on healthcare - I cam across this..." Rob motioned to his folder, quickly opening it up and flitting through the document within. He then slid it across the length of the table towards Angela. "Recognize it?"

Almost immediately upon seeing the first page of the document, the colour drained from Angela's face, going from weary to straight miserable. "Oh, no... this, uh... Herr Daily -"

"I came across an old thesis of yours, from almost twenty years ago." Rob said, quickly and loudly, talking over the stammering Angela, keeping firm hold of the conversation. "I may not know much about medicine or technology, but I was supremely impressed by it all regardless. Using nanotechnology to regulate human health, repairing damaged cells, fighting bacteria and viral agents... once I had it explained to me and realized what it could do, I was floored! I want nothing more than to offer partnership with you, Dr. Ziegler, to be your financial backer and make this thesis of yours a reality."

Despite his boom, confident voice and the sheer energy from his gestures and speech, Angela openly cringed at the offer, sinking into her chair and pushing away from the table. Her shoulders slumped downward, it looked like Angela was being crushed by the weight of her past and shame. It hurt Rob to see her like this, but it was a necessary part of his plan.

"That, I am afraid Herr Daily..." Angela chewed her lip, pointedly avoiding Rob's eager, attentive gaze. She cleared her throat, shaking her head, both in the negatory as well as to try and shake the haze from her mind. "I am very happy to hear someone take an interest in the future of medical technology, but I have to decline your offer for partnership. If you wish to continue to pursue this path, however, by all means, I never filed a patent on the theory or the technology. If you have as much money as I think you do, you can find other people in my field who would be happy to work with you."

Furrowing his brow, looking confused and put-out, Rob tented his hands together. "I'm certain I can, Doctor, but I want to work with you. I want to work with the woman who proposed this theory." Angela only stared blankly at Rob's plea, flinching and fidgeting. "I want the young, optimistic woman who created this to realize her dream and truly change the world for the better!" With a performative sigh, Rob sunk into his chair also. "If I'll be honest with you, Doctor, after discovering this paper, I did some research on you and was dismayed at what I found out. Twenty years ago, you were hailed as a prodigal talent with ceaseless talent, and now... you're what? A general practitioner? One working doctor amongst a sea of hundreds. It's a waste if you ask me." He jabbed a finger to the thesis across from him. "What happened to the young woman who wrote that and imagine a better world for everyone?"

Squirming in her seat, Angela muttered gloomily, "When your talent is that high, sometimes you fail to see what is and is not realistic." Rob raised and eyebrow, motioning for Angela to speak up. She sighed, shaking her head again, before pushing her thesis back to him. "When I came up with that paper, Herr Daily, I did not really think it through. Even though I implored you to find someone else to work with, that paper... the tech and theories within it... they're unworkable. 'Pure science fiction' is what I was told, over and over. Maybe such nanotechnology will be viable one day, but not within our lifetime, I think.

"All the talent in the world and all the good intentions cannot change what is and is not scientifically plausible." Angela hung her head, in sadness and in shame. Rob, too, felt pangs of sadness and guilt in his heart, both in sympathy for what Angela had gone through, and also regret for dredging it up again as part of his plan. For a beautiful woman to suffer and bear such sorrow was the ultimate tragedy. "I apologize, but you have come all this way for very little. I cannot help you with your goal, Herr Daily."

Rob frowned. "I am very sorry to hear that, Dr. Ziegler. Is there nothing else I can do to persuade you?" Avoiding eye contact, Angela shook her head, grimly, earning a deep sigh from Rob. "Well, then..." Rob took a finger and pressed it to the earpiece resting in his left ear. "Ladies. Plan B."

Angela's sorrow turned to confusion, and then that quickly turned into surprise when an old acquaintance sauntered into the room. "Olivia?"

With a wicked sharp smile and an equally wicked snicker, Sombra made her way to Rob's side, a tablet in her hand. "See, jefe? Told you she would be too stubborn to accept your offer up-front. But this'll be more fun." Then Sombra took notice of Angela, smirking and blowing a kiss. "Hola, chica~"

Before Angela could even fully grasp what was happening, the door behind her opened as well and someone was upon her before she could even rise from her chair. With a grace and speed belying her size, Zarya crossed the great length of the room in a couple of strides, effortlessly scooping Angela up in one broad arm and pinning her to her mighty chest.

"Za-Zarya!?" Angela gasped, kicking her legs uselessly against the Russian giantess who, despite Mercy's resistance, smiled fondly at her old friend.

"It is good to see you again, Angela." Zarya squeezed her left arm - set across Angela's chest and pinning the blonde's arms to her side - as both a warm hug and a means of restraint. "I do wish these were more cheerful circumstances, but that will come later, da?"

Angela was left gaping in shock, unable to respond, as both her former colleagues worked in tandem to subdue her. First, Zarya used her free hand to place a VR headset over top of Angela. Then, Sombra hit a singular button on her tablet, turning the headset on with a deep, powerful thrum, two pink indicator lights mounted on either side of the glasses blooming into life.

"Three percent should be enough." Sombra pronounced, as she saw the emotion drain from Angela's face. "Most likely won't trigger any transformation, but it will still scramble her faculties, leaving her totally helpless..."

Almost immediately, Angela's body went slack in Zarya's mighty grasp, a full body tremor that saw all of the energy and power flee from her being, limbs falling limp, head rolling slack, her entire body going boneless. Zarya gently placed Angela back down in her chair, before taking her rightful place next to Rob, falling to her knees as he stood up.

"Did we do good, my beloved Master?" Zarya cooed in slavish love, pawing at the growing bulge in Rob's slacks. Rob rewarded her with a smile, ruffling her pink hair and gently caressing her cheek.

"You both did great. Though, I am a little sad I could not convince Mercy without brute **** or trickery." Another sigh, as he slumped his shoulders in defeat. "It's such a shame to see such a beautiful, intelligent woman beaten down by the weight of the world, cast aside by the powers that be."

Zarya worked at Rob's belt and fly with strong fingers, freeing his cock and placing a deep kiss upon the shaft. "And that is why were are grateful for you, sir." She said in between slobbery kisses. "You are the only man to love us and appreciate us. For your kindness and love, you deserve nothing less than our total submission. Angela will understand that before long."

Running his fingers through her hair again, Rob gave Zarya a long, affectionate look, smiling down at the devoted **** in all of her beauty. He motioned for her to stand and took her from behind, Zarya standing upon one leg with the other held up and cocked to the side. Rob's busy hands held Zarya's luscious, perfect body close, making sure to take the time to grope as much of her sculpted musculature as possible.

"Okay, then. Sombra, fire it up." He ordered his other **** without so much as sparing her a glance, the majority of his attention of rewarding his Russian muscle-slut and her worshipful praise of him. "Are those lines of custom code in place?"

"Uh, yeah, they are, but we have no idea if they will work." Sombra replied with some hesitancy. "This is our first time modifying the Pink Room code like this."

"Eh, I'm sure it will go fine. I like live fire exercises." Rob spoke over the sounds of Zarya's moans. Her hot cunt was gripping onto his shaft like a vice.

The entire time these conversations were occurring, Angela remained slumped over in her chair, body beyond languid, a thin line of drool running from the corner of her mouth.

"Also, jefe... I don't know how to feel about some of these protocols we're installing..."

"Oh, really?" Rob grunted, smirking. "Read them out for me, dear. Let me hear your complaints."

Sombra cleared her throat, reading from her tablet.

"'Fetish: Body Modifications, specifically plastic surgery and performing plastic surgery on others'.

"'Attitude: Domineering [Towards Other Females Only]'.

"'Fetish: Race Play [Towards African and Arabic Women Only Specifically and Especially]'."

Rob actually turned away from Zarya to see Sombra's face, the Mexican hacker holding her hands to her hips, eyebrows cocked, and eyes narrowed. "What's this all about, jefe? I know you're a kinky fellow, but I don't see the point of some of these..."

"Well, the first one is related to Mercy's role." Rob explained, mind split between Sombra, Zarya, and his fantastically fetishitic view of Mercy. "We're going to use her nanomachines in order to perform instant plastic surgeries to make people sexier, sluttier, and happier." Then, he let out a deep laugh, smiling lustfully as he did. "The others... that's my little secret, 'kay?"

In Rob's mind, whenever he wrote or drew Mercy in his old life, he liked to imagine her as a slutty, glorious dominatrix, with a particular affection for a certain pair of Egyptian beauties. It was going to be wonderful to bring that to life, especially with the added benefit of her being wholly submissive to him.

Sombra just nodded, slowly and unconvinced. "Right... Well, you are the boss, so, how much juice are we feeding her today?"

"Thirty-percent seems like it's the sweet spot for the Pink Room right now." Rob grunted, back to focusing on fucking Zarya, bending her over at the waist and atop the conference room table, his hips slamming into her great, iron glutes, as one palm ran over the contours of her shoulders and back.

Sombra's reply came in the form of her manicured nails dancing across the tablet screen, putting everything in order with a rhythmic click-clack.

"Well, I do have to say, Ang." Sombra purred, index finger hovering over the initialization key, as she eyed the nearly **** form of the Swiss doctor. "You always sort of pissed me off whenever interacted. You always acted so high-and-mighty, so better than everyone else. So, I take great satisfaction in the fact that I'm the one who gets to end Little Miss Perfect and turn her into another one of jefe's horny fucktoy putas!"

Her finger dropped down, lingering on the screen, before releasing.

"Boop. Bye-bye, Swiss Miss..."

The low, dull hum of the headset ramped up, gathering power and sound, eventually filling the cavernous room as a thundering thrum. The two indicator lights grew brighter still, as the headset grew to full power, along with another thin strip of pink light mounted to the backside of the headset. And all of that gathering power was being mainlined directly into Angela's mind.

Her body went from slack and lifeless to spasming wildly, Angela moaning in her chair, thrashing about, skin going flush and sweaty. Her convulsing form eventually slid from the chair, falling to a sweaty heap on the floor, face down. Her arms were buried under her chest, hugging her breasts and stomach tightly, while she began to mindlessly hump the carpeted floor, still drooling and moaning without a care in the world.

Rob was too engrossed in Zarya and her magnificent form, having hit his stride in fucking the Amazonian beauty, but Sombra watched Angela's transformation with glee, triumphant and glorious for both having served her Master, and in getting a measure of **** on a woman she could not stand before. Slowly, slowly but steadily, before her gleaming eyes, Sombra watched as Angela grew and changed, just like all the others before her...

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