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Widowmaker, the cold-hearted Talon assassin, has captured six Overwatch operatives who have evaded her for so long. Now, in her sex dungeon, she intends to break them one by one. First up: the pesky, quick-witted Tracer. Bound, collared, and completely at her arch-rival’s mercy, the British speedster is about to learn what true submission feels like beneath the assassin’s thick, throbbing shecock.
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Tracer stood naked. Her wrists and ankles are locked in heavy shackles, her body stretched taut between two reinforced steel posts. A thick leather collar clamps around her throat. and a red ball gag is strapped between her lips. Her pussy quivers as Widowmaker’s gloved fingers trace slow, mocking circles along her inner thigh.
“Mmmph!” Tracer shook her head.
“Shhh, pet.”
Widowmaker leans in, her breath hot against Tracer’s ear, lips brushing the shell as she purrs:
“You’ve run from me long enough.”
Her hand grips Tracer’s throat, just shy of painful, forcing her head back. Below, Widowmaker’s thick cock twitches violently, a strand of glistening precum oozing from the swollen tip before dripping onto the floor between Tracer’s spread legs.
“Look at it,” Widowmaker orders. “This is what you’ve been avoiding. This is what you’ll have before the night is over.”
“G’mmmfh!” Tracer whines behind the gag, hips bucking involuntarily as Widowmaker’s free hand drags through her soaking folds. The assassin hums, amused.
“Oh? Already wet for me?”
Without warning, Widowmaker presses her dripping cockhead against Tracer’s entrance, grinding just enough to smear thick, sticky precum over her clit. “NNNFFFH!” Tracer’s muffled scream is music to her ears.
“You’ll take every inch, chérie.”
She thrusts.
Tracer’s back arches violently as Widowmaker’s dick spears inside, stretching her pussy obscenely wide. The ball gag does little to stifle the choked, pleasure-soaked moans tearing from her throat.
“Mmmmuh! UMMMFH!”
Widowmaker doesn’t stop. She fucks into Tracer with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the way the bound Brit’s cunt tightens around her, trying uselessly to adjust to the girth.
“Tight little thing…” Widowmaker chuckles, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles. “But not for long.”
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
Her movement quickens, each snap of her hips punctuated by the heavy slap of her balls against Tracer’s ass. Soon, the lewd squelch of wetness, the creak of chains, and Tracer’s strangled, gagged moans fill the room.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“You’re nothing but a toy now,” Widowmaker hisses. “A cock sleeve for me to use. Do you understand?”
Tracer nods desperately, blushing intensely, her body trembling as pleasure coils tight in her belly.
Widowmaker grins.
“Good girl.”
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
She fucks deeper. Harder. Her cock throbs, twitching inside Tracer’s clenching walls. The precum leaks constantly now, mixing with Tracer’s slick juices, making an even bigger mess between them.
“Come for me,” Widowmaker demands. Her fingers tighten around Tracer’s throat just enough to cut off her air. “Come on my cock like the slut you are.”
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“UMMMMMMMFH!” Tracer screams behind the gag as her orgasm rips through her. Widowmaker doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop, driving into her through the spasms until her own release crashes over her.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
Hot cum floods Tracer’s pussy in thick, sticky ropes, Widowmaker growling as she pumps every last drop inside, hips jerking erratically.
She pulls out with a wet pop, watching with dark satisfaction as her spend dribbles from Tracer’s thoroughly-fucked hole.
“Good, pet.” Widowmaker coos, stroking her still-hard cock.
With Tracer left a shuddering, cum-dripping mess, Widowmaker turns her attention to the next prisoner: D.Va. The once-cocky mech pilot is now bent over a reinforced metal table, her wrists cuffed tight to the surface, her ankles locked into a spreader bar, leaving her pussy and ass fully exposed. A thick rubber cock stretches her lips wide, secured by a leather panel strapped over her mouth.
Widowmaker circles her like a predator savoring its prey. “Mmmfh!” The Korean girl whimpers behind the penis gag as she struggles against the cuffs. Widowmaker smirks, her fingers trailing up D.Va’s spine before gripping her hair hard and yanking her head back.
“You thought you could outsmart me?” Widowmaker asks. “Look at you now. Just another slut, bent and begging.”
“MMMFH!” D.Va jerks her hips, muffled protests dying against the gag. Widowmaker smirks, dragging her free hand down to D.Va’s ass before delivering a sharp smack that makes the girl squeal.
“Such a pretty, round ass…” Widowmaker muses, kneading the reddening flesh. “Perfect for flogging.”
Another spank, harder this time, and D.Va’s thighs tremble. Widowmaker’s cock pulses, heavy and aching, another string of precum dangling from the tip. She presses the swollen head against D.Va’s pussy, coating it in her own slick before grinding up to her asshole instead.
“Mmm, but which hole first?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer.
With a brutal shove, Widowmaker sheathes herself inside D.Va’s tight, unprepared pussy, drawing a garbled scream from the gagged girl. The mech pilot thrashes, but the cuffs don’t loosen, leaving her to take every inch of Widowmaker’s cock as it stretches her to the limit.
“Oh… still so tight,” Widowmaker said, moving her hips at a growing pace. “Does the little gamer girl not get fucked enough?”
She doesn’t give D.Va time to adjust.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
Her thrusts start brutal, each snap of her hips sending D.Va lurching forward. The table creaks under the force, the sound of skin slapping skin mingling with the wet squelch of Widowmaker’s cock plunging deep.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“You feel that?” Widowmaker asks, leaning over D.Va’s back to whisper in her ear. “That’s your cunt learning its place.”
“Nfffh!” D.Va sobs around the gag, her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching rapidly. Widowmaker chuckles, reaching around to roughly pinch and twist her clit.
“Oh? You like it?” she taunts. “I always knew you were a slut under that armor.”
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
The insults only make D.Va wetter, her hips bucking weakly against Widowmaker’s relentless pace. The assassin’s cock throbs, her balls tightening as she nears her climax.
“You want to come, pet?” Widowmaker growled as her fingers dug into D.Va’s hips. “Then beg. Beg for it.”
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“Waaaammmffh!” D.Va whines, her body trembling on the edge.
Widowmaker spanks her again before slamming in one final, punishing thrust.
“Too late.”
Hot cum fills D.Va’s cunt in thick spurts, Widowmaker fucking her through every pulse until she’s dripping, and she pulls out swiftly.
“Now,” Widowmaker says, strapping a leather blindfold over her eyes. “Wait for me. I’ve got more filthy sluts to stuff full of dick.”
With Tracer left leaking and D.Va sobbing around a throat-stretching penis gag, Widowmaker moves on to the next one: Mercy. The Swedish medic sits on a raised platform with her arms locked in a painfully tight armbinder, and her legs spread, folded, and bound with leather straps. A buzzing plug torments her ass, making her hips jerk involuntarily, while a 3-inch ball gag stuffed behind her teeth keeps her drooling. Widowmaker’s cock aches to ruin the good doctor properly.
Widowmaker steps in front of Mercy, while her still erect cock swayed left and right. “Ah, the angel herself,” she snickered. “Tell me, doctor… do you heal this?”
“Mmmmfph!” The medic whimpers, her gagged mouth drooling even more as the vibrating plug in her ass kicks up another intense pulse. Her thighs quiver, her cunt dripping despite herself.
Widowmaker smirks. “No wings. No staff. Just a bound, gagged little whore waiting for my cock.”
“Nnnffh!” Mercy whined. Her back arched as the plug buzzed again. Widowmaker grabs her hips and presses the rock-hard length against Mercy’s soaked slit.
“You can take it,” she taunts, grinding the thick head against Mercy’s clit. “You’re a doctor, after all… You know how to stretch.”
And then she shoves in.
“UMMMMPH!!” Mercy screams around the ball gag. Her eyes rolled back as Widowmaker’s monstrous cock split her open in one ruthless thrust. The armbinder keeps her from struggling, her body jolting forward with every brutal snap of Widowmaker’s hips.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
The buzzing plug intensifies, syncing with Widowmaker’s thrusts, making Mercy’s whole body convulse in overstimulation. Drooling profusely around the gag, her cunt clenched like a vice around Widowmaker’s girth.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“You’re going to come,” Widowmaker hisses, reaching around to cruelly pinch Mercy’s clit. “And when you do, I’m going to flood your womb like the breeding bitch you are.”
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“Mmmuuufh!!” Mercy moaned before her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body seizing as Widowmaker fucks her straight through it. The assassin’s cock pulses, then her balls tighten as she buries herself to the hilt and unloads, filling Mercy’s tight channel with thick, hot cum.
She pulls out slowly, watching her seed dribble from Mercy’s ruined pussy.
“Good girl,” Widowmaker praised. “I’ll let Overwatch find you. Let them see what happens to angels who fly too close.”
She leaves Mercy and sets foot into another room where more captives await.
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Tracer. D.Va. Mercy. And now… Mei Ling Zhou. The THICC scientist dangles helplessly from the dungeon ceiling, her thick thighs trembling as the hogtie ropes dig into her soft flesh. The suspension leaves her arched like a bow, her round ass on display while a ring gag stretches her mouth obscenely wide. Drool drips freely down her chin, onto the floor, each breath coming in panicked huffs through her nose as Widowmaker approaches.
“It’s your turn~,” Widowmaker said. “Let’s see if your mouth can handle real heat.”
Without warning, she rams her cock past Mei’s lips, hilted in one brutal thrust. The gag does nothing to stop her, it only ensures Mei takes it all.
“GH’UCHK!” Mei gags instantly around the intrusion. Widowmaker laughs as she pulls back just enough to let her gasp–only to shove back in deeper.
“Mmm, tight,” she muses, moving her hips, and grinding the swollen head against Mei’s spasming throat.
“Muffck! Ucchk! Ufff!” Mei’s muffled cries are nothing but fuel.
Widowmaker’s thrusting quickens, fucking Mei’s face with ruthless precision, her cock glistening with spit as it disappears again and again past forced-open lips. Every choked gurgle only makes her thrust harder.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“Bitch!” Widowmaker sneers, watching Mei’s face flush dark red. “A pig in ropes. A sow with her mouth full. Is this what you wanted when you followed your precious Winston?”
Mei’s body jerks in response.
Widowmaker sees it. Of course, she does. She slams her cock into the base and holds it there, feeling Mei’s throat constrict in panic. “Choke~”
She finally pulls back, letting Mei gasp–but immediately forces her cock back in, over and over, until her thrusts turn erratic, until her balls slap against Mei’s chin.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“Swallow it,” Widowmaker commanded. “Swallow every drop!”
She groans as she cums, thick ropes of spunk spill into Mei’s throat, her hips jerking through each pulse. Mei has no choice as she gulps it down, her body shakes with tears and spit streaking her face.
When Widowmaker finally pulls out, she drags the tip across Mei’s cheek, smearing cum like war paint.
“Pig,” she says yet again. “…You earned this.”
And with that, she walks away, leaving Mei hanging and mewling.
Kiriko, the nimble kunoichi, is locked in a cold metal pillory, her neck and wrists clamped in place, forcing her to bend forward in complete submission. The leather blindfold ensures she can’t see a thing, heightening every sensation. Her ankles are cuffed to a spreader bar, her legs wide open, leaving her defenseless. The muzzle gag strapped over her lips means she can’t even protest.
“Mmm, the little fox,” Widowmaker pinches the girl’s left thigh, making her shiver. “No tricks left now, are there?”
With a rough shove, she yanks Kiriko’s hips back, exposing her bare pussy and tight ass. Her cock throbs, still leaking cum as she aligns the tip against the entrance to Kiriko’s ass hole.
“Let’s see how long you stay silent.”
One brutal thrust and Kiriko’s body shakes from head to toe. “UMMMPH!!” she screamed but Widowmaker had no intention of going easy on her, setting a brisk pace, her hips clapped Kiriko’s cheeks with every stroke.
“Your legs are shaking, pet,” she taunts. “You want this. Just like the others~”
Kiriko’s only response is a choked gasp as Widowmaker’s cock plunges deeper, hitting spots that make her toes curl.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“MMMMPH! MMMPH!” Kiriko couldn’t help but buck her hips each time the assassin rammed into her. It brought a smile to Widowmaker’s hips. Still fucking the kunoichi hard, fast, and deep, it isn’t long before her cock starts to twitch.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
“Unnnngh!” Widowmaker groaned as the final barrage of thrusts caused her to shoot shot after shot of cum into Kiriko’s loosened pucker. Her thrusts slowed before withdrawing her cock. She strokes it before squirting small bits of cum all over Kiriko’s cheeks.
“One more… and I’m satisfied for the night~” Widowmaker blows her a kiss and turns her attention to the final prisoner in her dungeon.
“Aaaaaaahn!” Juno cries as she sits atop a Sybian, its thick twin cocks buried deep inside her pussy and ass. Her legs are folded back, strapped down so she can’t close them, and her arms are trapped in a tightly laced leather armbinder. And like Mei, her mouth was pried apart by a ring gag.
Widowmaker slaps the space explorer’s bouncing tits with her cock. “Greedy girl,” she chides, watching drool pool from the ring gag. “Taking two at once like a common gloryhole slut.”
She grips Juno’s hair, forcing eye contact as she feeds her cock past the ring gag. “But we both know you need three.” The facefucking is methodical – six inches in, hold for three choked gags, then all the way to the balls. Again. And again.
Juno’s orgasm hits like a seizure when Widowmaker pinches her nose shut mid-thrust. The Sybian never stops. Neither does Widowmaker. By the fifth forced climax, Juno’s eyes roll back as vaginal fluid streams down the vibrating saddle.
“UMMMMMMMMMMCCFFK!” she lets out a garbled squeal around Widowmaker’s cock. The assassin follows moments later, filling Juno’s throat with thick cum before finally yanking it out. Cum squirts all over her face and matted her purple hair.
“Mmm…” Widowmaker moaned in satisfaction. “All six of you… will stay like this forever. To serve your mistress as bound and gagged pieces of fuck meat.”
“Ahnn…” Juno whined.
“There will be more. And they will join you soon enough~” Widowmaker turns around and makes her way toward the dungeon’s exit.
End