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Moira's Talons.
🕑 Added 2020-02-12 09:50:28 +0000 UTCWidowmaker is assigned as stress-relief to Moira's personal squad of genetically engineered super-soldiers. Reprogrammed to serve as pleasure-slave whenever she's off-mission, Widowmaker mindlessly whores to Moira's daughters.
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One of Widowmaker’s perfect brows arched curiously as she stepped into Moira’s bio-tech lab, seeing a squad of Talon commandos milling around. Sombra was sitting at a desk, laughing nervously as the soldiers surrounded her. She caught sight of Widowmaker and grinned with relief, jumping up and hurrying over.
“You took your damn time.” She hissed, purple eyes darting towards the leader of the group: a tall, muscular ginger girl who was smirking and openly admiring Widowmaker’s skin-tight suit.
“Who are zese’ women?”
“Talon special operations unit Bravo.” The leader purred, stepping up to them and folding her arms over her chest. “We report straight to Dr O’Deorain.”
Widowmaker nodded slowly, inspecting the other soldiers. They were all young women, the oldest maybe only twenty or so. They were fit, all of them muscular and all of them wore tight black jumpsuits, the kind that served as Talon’s standard under-armour. “I was unaware the Doctor ad’ any soldiers under er’ command.” She said calmly.
“She didn’t, until she made us.” The ginger smirked. “You’re lookin’ at the world’s first genetically engineered super-soldiers. I’m Siobhan O’Deorain, that’s Maeve, Saoirse, Niamh, Roisin and Oonagh.” The other soldiers smirked as their names were called, beginning to surround Widowmaker just as they’d been surrounding Sombra when she stepped in.
“You must be Widowmaker.” Oonagh said, admiring the assassin’s rear blatantly. “Mum gave us the data packets on your transformation, interestin’ stuff.”
“Hm? Ow’ so?”
“You’re a bit like a sister to us.” Maeve shrugged. “The process used to create you helped mum make us.”
“That is… interesting.” Widowmaker frowned, turning to Sombra who was watching warily from the side-lines. “Why ave’ I been summoned?”
“I’ve finished the upgrade to your visor.” Sombra said, handing over the bulky gunmetal helmet. Widowmaker took it and inspected it closely.
“What upgrade?”
“Try it on.” Sombra said, eyes darting to the gingers surrounding them. Widowmaker pursed her dark lips and slipped the familiar metal shell over her head, there was a slight sting as it clicked into her neural implants, allowing the visor to snap shut with a single thought. She paused as the red lenses covered her eyes, glowing and feeding her the usual data.
Then everything went black.
A low whine of pain escaped Widowmaker’s lips as she crumpled, falling back into one of the girl’s arms. Images rushed through her mind, deafening sound crashed into her ears. She screamed as her mind fractured, accepted her new programming, and reset itself.
She blinked into the visor as the girl holding her hauled her back to her feet. She felt, new. Just as she had when she had first woken and squeezed the life from her husband’s throat. Obedience and simplicity she hadn’t known since then washed over her, and she smiled. She hadn’t realised how much of her mind had slipped back to her over the past years, but now it was gone again, and Widowmaker was pure once more.
“Ow’ may I serve you, mademoiselles?” she smiled simply, folding her hands behind her back.
The girls looked around, smirking. Siobhan pushed forwards and took Widowmaker’s chin in one strong hand. “Mother’s given you to us to blow off some steam in between our missions.” She purred, squeezing her. “Whenever you’re not on mission, you’ll be here, being our pet whore.”
“Doctor O’Deorain has authorised this?”
“We’re her daughters, she wants to take care of us.” Siobhan smiled, “Now shut your fucking mouth.” She reached out, fingers sinking into the soft, welcoming flesh of Widowmaker’s bust, clenching and tearing her suit away from her skin. Widowmaker didn’t complain, she only let out a soft gasp of pain as the others closed in around her, hands greedily exploring her body, shredding her suit and tearing it from her pale purple flesh.
Her gasp was muffled as fingers slipped past her lips, hooking into the inside of her cheek and forcing her to pant and mewl. Fingers pinched her nipples, mauled and kneaded her neat, pert breasts. Teeth bit down at her ear, nibbling teasingly, and behind her visor, Widowmaker’s lashes fluttered with bliss.
Programmed pleasure coursed through her as she was grabbed and groped, a sigh of delight escaped her as fingers attacked her fat ass, pawing at her and clapping her cheeks together. “Who are you?” Siobhan growled.
“I… am… agent Widowmaker.” Widowmaker mewed as hands spread her cheeks and she felt breath brush against her asshole.
“What are you?”
“I… I am… your ore’!” Widowmaker sobbed with need, pressing back against the hands manipulating her. She was rewarded by a fat, hot, throbbing cock forcing its way into her rear. Her eyes crossed and she groaned, her mouth forced open by Siobhan’s squeezing fingers to receive her cock as well. The taste was thick, potent and salty, Widowmaker’s tongue rose to meet it, swirling hungrily around the thick pale pole.
“Saoirse, plug in the feed.”
“Yes, Siobhan.”
Widowmaker frowned slightly, gagging and leaking her spit onto the floor as Siobhan grabbed her by the helmet and began to force her face up and down her rod. Her visor flashed and suddenly she was being bombarded with several views of herself as she was enjoyed by the members of the team.
She could see Siobhan gripping her skull. She could see Saoirse stroking herself just to one side and Roisin on the other. She could see Niamh hammering at the fat round peach of her ass, grinning and gripping her. Maeve was standing close, toying with a pert blue tit. Oonagh was on her other side, petting herself, waiting for Siobhan to finish so she could take her place.
“Fuck, the bitch is tight.” Niamh growled, fingers sinking into Widowmaker’s ass as she bucked against her. Widowmaker gurgled wetly in appreciative agreement, reaching out with her hands to find the fat cocks of Saoirse and Roisin, cradling them in her palms and beginning to feverishly stroke.
Whatever programming had been plugged into her was completely in control, there wasn’t a hint of resistance in her as she hungrily milked her new mistresses’ cocks over herself. Her sharp yellow eyes darted around the feeds being shown to her through her visor, admiring the girls playing with her and her own curvy blue form.
Niamh was the first to blow her load, steaming-hot spunk gushing into the assassin-turned-whore’s guts. Widowmaker cooed at the warmth inside her and found her mouth vacated, letting her breath at last. She sucked in as much oxygen as she could and opened her mouth wide, tongue stuck out in a pleading pant.
“Please… mademoiselle Siobhan, I am so ungry’ for your cum.” she groaned, “Won’t you please feed your ore’?”
Siobhan grunted with laughter and elbowed Oonagh. “C’mon, let’s give the bitch what she wants.” Widowmaker squeaked with confusion as Maeve helpfully hooked her fingers into her mouth, forcing her lips to stretch wide as both Siobhan and Oonagh pressed their pulsing pink heads into her mouth.
As both girls forced themselves into her greedy maw, stretching her neat lips and grotesquely distending her dainty blue throat with their meat, Niamh reluctantly pulled out of the assassin’s well-used rear. The fun paused for a moment as the girls watched Widowmaker be throatfucked out of what little sanity she’d had in the first place.
The wet slurping sound of two large cocks disappearing into a tight, convulsing throat filled the room, soon joined by the laughter and jeering of the girls watching Widowmaker be violated. Part of Widowmaker, the part completely enslaved to her new programming, felt sad that now so many of the cocks that could have been buried inside her were out of reach, being taken care of by their owners’ hands.
Her eyes began to glaze over behind her visor, hands dropping from Siobhan and Oonagh’s hips and falling limply to the floor. She was simply a convenient hole for their use, sitting and staring blankly into the middle-distance as she was throated.
Both girls came together, the rush of seed gushing down the assassin’s throat like a tidal wave. Widowmaker gagged wetly, feeling the river of spunk pour into her belly, fill her completely, and begin to make the return journey. The girls laughed mockingly as she gurgled, her mouth vacated as two thin streams of cum oozed from her nostrils and a thick lake of semen pooled in her gaping mouth.
“Finish on her.” Siobhan smiled, “Then we’ll see if her cunt is as nice as her pretty face.”
Widowmaker mewed and tipped her head back, mouth open wide as the girls stroked themselves over her. Ropes of spunk splattered over her pretty blue face, webbing her visor, draping over her neat, sharp nose, splashing and joining the reservoir of semen filling the assassin’s mouth.
The welcoming hole of Widowmaker’s mouth began to overflow, thick gooey trails of cum beginning to slip over her lips and dribble down her chin, spattering onto her heaving chest.
“Swallow, there’s a good whore.” Siobhan growled, placing her hands on her hips and grinning as Widowmaker trembled beneath her. Slowly, Widowmaker gurgled and obeyed, the thick pool filling her mouth sliding down her throat and taking its proper place in her stomach. The Assassin hiccupped weakly and licked her lips, her face still thoroughly smeared.
“Greedy little slut, isn’t she?” Maeve purred, reeling back and landing a sharp slap to Widowmaker’s vacant face.
“Easy, sister, we don’t want to ruin her pretty face.” Roisin tutted, stepping around and yanking Widowmaker up. She sat and lined her rod up with the blue-skinned fucktoy’s asshole and speared it with one sharp tug of the assassin’s hips.
Widowmaker moaned as she found herself nestled in Roisin’s lap; the entire length of her pole buried inside her. her legs were grabbed and pulled upwards, Roisin’s arms looping around them and keeping them pinned upright with her knees at her ears. For a less flexible woman it might have hurt, but for Widowmaker, it was no harder than fitting two fat cocks in her gullet.
“Come on, try her little blue pussy already.” Roisin sighed impatiently, fingers pawing at the assassin’s thighs to make sure the drooling hole of Widowmaker’s cunt was easily accessible. Maeve grinned and took her opportunity, pushing forwards and sinking herself deep inside Widowmaker’s womanhood.
“M… muh… mouf.” Widowmaker slurred stupidly. “Fuck… muh mouf.”
Saoirse grinned and obliged her, sheathing her cock in her throat and face-fucking her with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Where are you going?” Siobhan barked suddenly, darting towards the door and grabbing Sombra. The hacker squeaked with terror as she was dragged backwards and shoved against one of the bio-beds.
“Ah! W… wait, I gotta go!”
“Hmmm, with this lovely butt? I don’t think so.” Siobhan purred, winding a hand around the girl’s throat and squeezing as the other slid down to grab the round swell of her ass. “Do you think that little helmet would work on you too? Make you a good, obedient little fucktoy?”
“Y… you can’t!” Sombra croaked.
“So it would? That’s verrrry interesting.”
“No!”
“Well… I suppose if you just did what I said now, I wouldn’t have to… would I?”
Sombra trembled, purple eyes flashing between Siobhan’s cruel smile and Widowmaker’s helpless body being bounced between the girls filling her holes. “P… please.” She managed. “Let… me… go.”
“We will, when we’re finished.” Siobhan breathed, yanking the hacker’s pants down and swatting the generous brown swell of her rump. Sombra whined as a glowing red palm-print burned over one cheek, quivering as Siobhan tugged at the black lace panties disappearing between her cheeks.
“You have excellent taste in underwear, I think when you come down here from now on you shouldn’t wear anything else. How does that sound?” the girl growled, a vicious glint in her bright blue eyes.
“Siobhan, let her go.”
Widowmaker’s eyes rolled to the side to see Moira standing in the doorway. The ginger squeezing Sombra’s throat hissed angrily before sighing and pressing a soft kiss to Sombra’s cheek. She stood and flashed a saccharin-sweet smile at Moira, folding her hands behind her back and stepping closer.
“Mother! How wonderful to see you.” Siobhan cooed, toying with one of the lapels of Moira’s lab coat. “It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit in person. We’ve missed you.”
“I am not your mother.” Moira said calmly, taking her by the wrist and moving her hand away.
“You created me.” Siobhan pouted. “From your own flesh and blood…Don’t I make you proud?”
“Very, Siobhan.” Moira sighed, smiling slightly. “You know that, but that doesn’t make you something you’re not.” Siobhan smiled thinly and tugged the older woman farther into the room, bringing her up to where Widowmaker was sprawled, mewing and moaning as she was fucked.
“She’s beautiful, thank you.” She purred, “Join us, enjoy her yourself!”
“Siobhan, I gave her to you to let you work out your frustrations. Be satisfied with your gift and stop trying to get into my pants.” Moira scolded, batting away Siobhan’s hands, which had begun to roam around her waist down to her hips.
“You’re cruel.” Siobhan whined, pressing her lips against Moira’s nape.
“I’m busy.” Moira growled, “If I let you do whatever you wanted to me whenever you wanted, I wouldn’t get any work done. I have a job to do and so do you, so behave, or next mission the team will be going without you.”
“I’m their leader!” Siobhan complained.
“I… am their leader.” Moira corrected sternly, taking a firm grip of Siobhan’s cheeks and squeezing. “And, dear girl, if I were to indulge you… what makes you think you’d be on top, hmm?” Siobhan whined and averted her eyes submissively, earning a low chuckle from Moira. The older woman patted her cheek and straightened her lab coat. “Enjoy yourself while you can, Widowmaker has a mission tomorrow.”
“M… mother?” Siobhan called almost nervously as Moira swept back towards the door, Sombra scurrying alongside her. “I… I love you.”
Moira smiled and nodded. “I know, Siobhan. I’m very proud.” She stepped out and the door hissed shut again. Siobhan groaned and swatted Maeve aside, taking her place between Widowmaker’s long purple legs and forcing herself inside her drooling snatch.
“She’s proud.” She grunted miserably. “Funny way of showing it, keeping us locked away down here, barely every coming by to see us. Only time we get to go outside is missions.”
“You angry that she keeps us down here, or that she keeps rejecting you?” Saoirse grinned, fingers tangled in Widowmaker’s silky purple hair. Siobhan hit her and hilted herself deep in Widowmaker, deciding to take care of her frustrations just as her creator had suggested.
“One day, I’m going to prove we’re worthy of her.” She muttered. “I’m going to crush her enemies. I’m going to conquer everyone who stands against her. I’m going to prove for good that I deserve her love.”
Widowmaker gurgled wetly, and Siobhan sighed.
“But tonight I’m gonna fuck this worthless cunt.”
