Team RWBY was defeated.

It had all gone downhill for them. It was supposed to be a clean escape from that facility. It wasn't. It was a trap, set by ATLAS to lure them in, and they fell for it like novice huntresses. The confrontation was short and brutal, but it ended with the four of them soundly defeated. Now they were prisoners of ATLAS, and they had already stated that they would deal with them quite harshly for the trouble they had caused mantle and its inhabitants.

Yang had no idea what had happened to her teammates. Weis had been taken by a Schnee robot. Blake had disappeared deeper into the facility they were held at. Of Ruby, she only knew that she had been taken by Harriet Bree. Knowing how much the speed-using ace-op hated her younger sister, she could only imagine what she would do to her.

But that was some time ago. At least three weeks, maybe more. Right now, she had to focus on the now. And that included the small group of bandits coming her way. She charged at them at her full speed, and with a powerful punch, aided by her gauntlet, shot two of them right back from where they came. In the process, she blew them straight through two walls, a small fountain, and knocked over a car. A third one was pummeled into the ground so hard that it left a crater and shot the bandit's **** body bouncing back up. The fourth one wisened up, and began to run, only for yang to follow her, and take her out with a vicious kick to her lower back that sent her rolling down the street before crashing into a market stall.

The sound of snarling alerted her to several grim barreling down on her from a side street. Seeing an opportunity, she shot a power cell in the wall, causing the entire side of the building to collapse on top of the black creatures, leaving only the first one. That one was quickly dispatched by a straight punch through its face, leaving a large scorch mark where once there was a grim.

EXCERSIZE OVER.

The mechanical sound of the ATLAS computer told Yang that today's training was done. With a glimmer of light, the hard light town and its various inhabitants, good and bad, began to disappear. When everything was gone, only two people were left. Yang, and her handler during her reconditioning. Winter Schnee.

The strict authoritarian older sister of her teammate Weiss. Ironwood's right-hand woman, closest confidant, and next in line for the winter maiden. She walked towards Yang with a blank face, looking at the results on her scroll. When she finally reached Yang, she began to list the results in her strict, no-nonsense tone.

"Number of bandits defeated; Four of four. Good."

She tapped something on her scroll, and Yang groaned as a thick state-of-the-art dildo sprang to life inside her pussy. It was the absolutely latest model of Mantel's pleasure industry, and it could do things to Yang she could barely imagine. Right now, it was humming against her tight pussy, stimulating her Gspot with powerful vibrations.

"Number of grim defeated; Seven of seven. Good."

Another tap and a second dildo began humming inside her ass. Like the first one, this one had managed to find spots inside her ass that she did't even knew she liked, but damn if it drove her crazy.

"Time taken; Two minutes, thirty-five seconds. Very good."

A third tap and a small patch atop her clit sprang to life. It was all Yang could do to not sink to her knees as a three-way attack of pleasure drove her absolutely up the wall. The reward for a good job. As time went on, and Yang stewed in her pleasure, it became increasingly difficult to remain still and attentive. An occasional moan slipped her mouth, and her hands kept twitching at her sides to reach for her pussy. With each second, the pleasure rose higher and higher, and a glimmer of hope filled Yang's violet eyes.

"However."

All hope left Yang's eyes at the cold tone of Winter's voice.

"Technique; sloppy. Style; almost none. Professionalism; Barely acceptable. Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of damage to the surroundings that would take weeks if not months to repair."

Yang could not believe it. All those days of non-stop training, day in and day out. And it still wasn't good enough? The pleasure provided by the dildos and patch had reached a fever pitch inside Yang. She opened her mouth in a silent moan as her body reached its peak and acutely stayed there. Five seconds, ten, fifteen. The sensation was maddening. She was right there, she could cum at any moment, but the hyper-advanced sensors inside the dildo could read even the tiniest change in her body, and compensate accordingly. Winter had made it clear that she would only be allowed an orgasm when her performance became satisfying.

After a minute, Winter taped her scroll, and the toys fell silent as abruptly as they began. Yang wailed in frustration and her hands shot towards her crotch. Even through the thick winter-proofed ATLAS uniform, she could feel it. The unforgiving dura steel of the chastity belt she had been fitted with. For a moment her hands pawed uselessly against the solid shield separating her aching pussy from her hands. She sank to her knees as the pleasure and rush of a near orgasm began to subside, leaving her with only a cold empty feeling of disappointment.

"That disappointment you feel, consider it more motivation to improve. You may return to your quarters, or continue the exercise. Regardless, you will have another attempt to pass the ATLAS military standards tomorrow. Goodnight."

With that, Winter turned on her heels, and with crisp, measured steps, walked out of the virtual training room, leaving a morally broken, and sexually frustrated Yang behind.

This was how they had turned her. Not by persuasion, not by ****, not with clever arguments or empty threats. They played on her pride and sexuality and effectively turned them against her. She could stop, she wanted to stop. But that would mean admitting defeat. That would mean giving up her orgasms. She would never do either. She knew it, Winter knew it, and ATLAS knew it.

After a few more minutes, Yang got up. And with the empty feeling of disappointment in her heart and an aching pulse between her legs, she readied herself into her combat stance.

"Computer, reset training exercise seven zero four."

The room disappeared, and as four bandits charged her, Yang prepared to keep going. Hopefully, tomorrow, she could satisfy Winter.