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Symmetra's Downfall
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 17:06:35 +0000 UTCAnother commissioned piece, this time looking at Symmetra from Overwatch, a game I used to play a lot. I was surprised to find her a bit of a blank slate with little written about her so instead I looked at her voice lines and tried to draw some inspiration from them. If you like Overwatch, you'll notice that I was able to sprinkle them in liberally and since Symmetra is mildly autistic and socially awkward, the fact that they're a little bit "weird" at times isn't all that out of character. Anyways, thanks to the anonymous patron who requested this and hope everyone enjoys!
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Satya Vaswani, better known as Symmetra, stood atop a small ridge outside the city of Yangon, marveling at the sight before her. She’d visited southern Myanmar many years before as a small child. That had been before the wars. She remembered thinking it had been a cesspool at the time. A place that she was only too happy to leave. Now it shone with the gleam of modern technology.
“This would be a perfect location for a Vishkar development. They would love to have a presence here.”
It was a tribute to the revival that money can bring. Yangon was now the primary source of biotic material in southern Asia. Unfortunately, with that money came the powerful tentacles of Ashubh Technologies. She could not argue with the efficacy of their technology. It was their morality that she took issue with. Ashubh Tech had developed a new desalination and water treatment technology. The Yangon river, the brown, brackish water she’d remembered being frightened of as a child now flowed with crystal clarity on either side of the city that had nearly polluted it to death. The technology was a modern marvel. A transformative piece of the future that could improve the lives of literally billions. But Ashubh had sold it to three rich countries and kept it under tight guard. She’d been sent by the CEO of Vishkar to try to do something about that.
She strode down the road, walking into the city with the throngs of people still milling about. She didn’t like crowds but could stomach them for brief periods of time. She was reminded of her time in Rio. With the increased wealth in Yangon had come increased migration. Which meant more mouths to feed. More cheap labor to abuse. “This place lacks balance,” she said as the hover cars sped by the crowds of people begging for work. It was a city trapped in a dichotomy. Rich, but too many poor people. Clean, but unwashed masses lining the streets. Symmetra made her way to the Yangon river cleaning plant. It stood tall and proud on the southern bank of the city. Bright, shining steel with the purple trim of a typical Ashubh facility. The lights pulsed slowly, over the course of precisely one minute. She was fascinated by the narcissism and precision that had gone into the construction of the building. There were sharp edges where none were needed. Lights that trimmed the outside that benefited nobody but the original architect. “Such waste,” she said, “So much money and effort spent on vanity.”
Symmetra checked her pocket for her ID cards again. It was the third time this morning but they were important documents. She’d called in several of her old contacts from back in the war and found a well regarded and discreet woman who made fake identification papers. She wasn’t Symmetra today. She was Anjie Prakash. An Indian university student with a degree in Hard light science from Cambridge. She was here for a potential internship with Dr. Bjorn Gudjohnson, the lead scientist at the facility.
She tried to put herself in that mindset. She wasn’t Symmetra, the jaded veteran of the omnic wars. She was Anjie, the recent doctoral student obsessed with the idea of working for the big, strong, powerful Ashubh Technology Conglomerate.
She walked to the front gate of the facility, showing her ID to the guard. He looked at the card then looked at her, scrutinizing it for far longer than Symmetra had thought would be necessary. She tugged at her skirt and blouse, not needing to fake the nervousness she was feeling.
“You're here to interview with whom?” The guard asked, checking his pad.
“Dr. Gudjohnson,” she said.
The guard looked her up and down again, decidedly more lasciviously the second time. Then he smiled and said, “Checks out. I’m sure the doctor will be eager to meet you, Ms. Prakash.”
Symmetra took the card back and walked through the laser fence after the field was dropped. The blue lights shot back up almost immediately after she passed. She could feel the electric tingle from them, they were so close. The hum of the fencing receded slowly into the background as she approached the building. Symmetra was surprised when she looked up and a tall, handsome man, only a few years older than her, stepped through the door. Symmetra had read up on Gudjohnson but hadn’t studied his career sufficiently to know his age. Given his accomplishments, she’d assumed that he was very old. Turns out, he was not. His blonde hair and beard were a brilliant yellow, shining in the light of the afternoon sun.
For his part, Gudjohnson was also surprised. He had expected to meet with some young intern candidate. Another dumb co-ed for him to toy with and eventually bed. Instead, the world’s leading expert in hard light technology was walking up to him. He was immediately on guard. If his boss found out he’d let a Vashkar employee through the fence he could lose his job. Or worse. He started to say something but, before he could, Symmetra said, “Oh, Dr. Gudjohnson, it’s so good to finally meet you! I’ve read every paper you’ve ever had published. Your work on biotic interlace metrics synthesized with soft light diffusion was brilliant!”
Symmetra was trying to lay it on thick, hoping to make herself standout from the crowd of other potential interns. She needed to get this job if she was to have any hope of stealing the technology.
Gudjohnson paused for a second, pulling his glasses from his eyes to give him a moment to think. Could he have been wrong about who this woman was? He wiped the lenses with his handkerchief and slid them back on, looking at the young woman a second time. No. It was certainly Symmetra though she looked younger than on the holovids. What game was she playing? “Uhmm… yes… well… It’s nice to meet you too sy… Dr. Prakash.” He stumbled over her name slightly but hoped it came off as an endearing nervous stutter. Faux nervousness was his goto move with the young coeds. Important to get them to think they’re the ones seducing you, after all. When you don’t immediately respond, they inevitably become increasingly blatant.
Symmetra forced herself to giggle. She hated the sound the instant it came out of her mouth. “Doctor sounds formal. You may call me Anjie.”
Gudjohnson smiled, “Anjie it is. Come inside, will you?”
She followed him through the door, looking around and trying to look impressed. Gudjohnson kept looking at her as if expecting something from her. She finally said, “Hm. This place is to my liking.”
“Yes. It’s a very impressive facility, isn’t it?”
“Very. I believe beauty can be found where everything is in harmony.”
“That’s very profound for someone with your youth, Anjie.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” she said, proud of the electro-stimulative treatment she’d had two nights ago. It hurt like hell but it made you look almost a decade younger by smoothing out your skin. The whole point of this persona was to appeal to the good Doctor’s not so good tendencies. Doctor Gudjohnson was currently litigating 5 sexual harassment law suits and had settled 22 prior. All of them had been young Asian women. Fresh out of school. Sometimes east Asian. Sometimes central Asian. He didn’t discriminate and definitely had a type.
“My office and lab are on the fifth floor,” he said, stabbing the button on the lift with his long, slender finger. “We will have privacy there to discuss the position you want.”
Symmetra smiled at the subtle innuendo. It was already looking like her ploy would work. This was a far better way to accomplish the corporation's goals than what was done in Rio. Satya’s morality had always been… flexible. But she couldn’t abide the deaths of innocents if it could be avoided. She’d convinced the Vishkar CEO to allow her to try this her way rather than simply attacking and destroying the facility. Such damage would have certainly caused untold deaths in the city as the now clean water would have quickly gone back to being filled with deathly pollutants. Her boss had been unconvinced until she pointed out that there was value in stealing from a rival and not allowing them to know that they’d been stolen from. It bothered her that this was a more compelling argument to him than the deaths of innocents but she had forced herself to avoid thinking about that.
They arrived at the office and Symmetra grimaced at the tall oak doors and their gold trim. Another ostentatious display of wealth. Another sign that there was no harmony in this building. Gudjohnson ushered her in and pointed at a refrigerator. “Would you like anything to drink.”
“Water, please,” she said, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. He handed her a bottle of water that proudly showed the label, ‘Bottled in Yangon’. She took a sip and sighed happily. The water was crystal clear and pure tasting. “Perfection,” she said with a smile.
“I’m glad you like it. We’re very glad of the work we’re doing here. And I’m personally excited that such a well trained girl might be able to help us with our light-bending work.”
Symmetra smiled, trying to read the man. Reading people had never been Satya’s strong point, however. His expressions were as readable as a blank wall. “Obviously, there is still much to be done and I will follow my path.”
“Let’s talk about your… uhmmm… position,” the doctor said.
“Wow, he’s starting right into it,” Symmetra thought to herself though his eyes remained locked on her own. She said, “I am quite eager.”
Gudjohnson smiled back. He was having fun with this little game and was eager to see how far she would go. Now to get her to lead him there. “I hope you don’t have any objections to long hours?”
“Ohh, no. I love LONG hours and HARD work,” she said, emphasizing the words in an obvious manner.
The man looked at her, blinking for a moment uncertain what to say before finally managing, “Yes… well… that’s good.” He couldn’t believe his luck but now was the time to play hard to get. Make her try harder.
Symmetra watched the man try to fight his stare. She saw the eyes flick towards her chest and she knew exactly what he wanted. She needed to be slow. Coy. The goal was to seduce him, get him to make a move and then use that as leverage to get what she needed. She leaned back, stretching her arms which caused her full breasts to press against her shirt. Then she snapped her eyes down, catching the good doctor staring at her chest. He averted his gaze but clearly her hook was baited and she was getting nibbles.
“Would you care for a tour of the facility while we conduct the interview?” the Doctor asked.
She looked at him, trying to appear coy before saying, “You perform your function admirably, Doctor.”
He smiled back, confused but intrigued by the woman’s odd word choice. He didn’t know much about Symmetra other than her reputation. Watching her trying to be coy and seductive while still seemingly cool and aloof was fairly amusing. He was finding it difficult not to laugh.
Gudjohnson held the door open for Symmetra, stealing a glance of her ass as she walked through with her short skirt flowing gently and giving tantalizing glimpses at her well toned, dark skinned legs. Gudjohnson’s time in Southern Asia had aroused certain wants in him and he’d definitely developed a type.
Symmetra turned her head in time to see the Doctor’s eyes snap up from her ass back to her face. She gave him a coy smile and shook her ass just a little more. Things were going very smoothly indeed. Any time now the Doctor would make his move.
As they walked through the hallway, the electronic sensors detected their presence and illuminated the walkway in front of them. It was strange walking within a halo of light only 10 or 15 feet at a time. Symmetra started to grow nervous as she realized that they were taking turn after turn and she would be hard pressed to remember her way back. As a light-bender, she’d always been a little nervous about the dark.
Eventually they came across a solid silver door in the middle of a pristine white wall. The Doctor stepped forward, leaning over her shoulder in a manner that was far too intimate to be appropriate. Symmetra smiled, knowing that her wiles were working on the man. He punched a 12 digit code into the keypad quickly then placed his thumb onto a reader and lowered his eye to a scanner. Finally, he leaned back and said, “My voice is my password. The light is my guide.”
“Identified. Please enter, Doctor,” came the soft, female voice. It reminded her of one of the Omnic voices from the war but somehow almost sultry in its intonation. The doors swung open and Symmetra’s eyes widened.
“Perfection,” she said softly. She meant it. The lab she was looking at was the most well equipped facility she’d ever set foot in. Far more sophisticated than anything she’d seen from Vashkar. “Is that a hard light cyclotron resonator?” she asked, pointing to the long series of metal tubes running the length of the wall.
“It is. 1.5 Terajoules though we’re looking to upgrade that soon.”
“And a Soft Light Diffusion Substrate Matrix?” she asked, now pointing to the strange white and blue metallic cube on the table to her right. The faint blue light pulsed through a small window in the top.
Gudjohnson chuckled, “You certainly know your equipment. This stuff is cutting edge. I wouldn’t have thought a university student would have been exposed to this hardware.”
Symmetra tried to keep her expression neutral but didn’t realize how bad she failed. She managed to slightly cover and said, “I read quite a bit.”
“Good to know,” the Doctor said, enjoying making her squirm a little. He gestured to a chair next to the lab table and the two sat opposite each other, looking at each other. A silent cat and mouse game with neither participant actually aware of what the other was thinking. Finally, Gudjohnson broke the silence, “Anyways, let me ask you some questions Anjie.”
Symmetra nodded and sat up straight, sticking her chest out as the Doctor peppered her with increasingly technical questions. The questions were relatively straightforward though Symmetra did need to borrow a pen and paper for the one on quantum photonic entanglement. The question intrigued her enough that she actually forgot about her mission for a moment as she puzzled through the implications.
“That’s a perplexing way to phrase the question. It fails to trigger observer bias while maintaining the entangled pair requirements. If our understanding of hard light emissions is correct, however, the resultant dipole wavelength would be the squareroot of pi raised to the 3.3 power.”
Gudjohnson blinked in surprise. He’d asked the question on a lark as it had been one that had stumped their researchers for the past six months. He hadn’t expected the young woman to work through the problem in five minutes. Now he was very intrigued by the prospects of bedding the attractive genius. She was precisely the type he enjoyed playing with. “That’s correct… although we’d want to confirm that with experimental data obviously.”
Symmetra bristled but avoided making a snarky comment back. How dare he question her math? And why did he ask the question in an interview if they didn’t already know the answer?
“Well, you’re very qualified, Anjie. Though we do have a lot of top quality candidates. You said you’re willing to work long hours?”
“Here it comes,” thought Symmetra. She whispered huskily to him, “Long, HARD hours. Yes, sir.” Gudjohnson made a note but others remained impassive. She realized she needed to step up her game and reached up to unbutton one of her buttons. “It’s quite warm in here, isn’t it?”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Gudjohnson said, smiling inwardly.
“Really? I am on fire,” she said, unbuttoning a second button. The full swell of her breast was now revealed. Symmetra was indeed on fire now. Something about the imminent seduction of this man was actually beginning to arouse her. She breathed deeply, causing her breasts to press against the fabric of her thin bra and tight shirt.
“We keep the room at a very cool 68,” he said, pointing casually at the electronic thermometer on the wall.
“If feels like it’s at least 69,” she said, trying to sound seductive.
“Nope, 68,” Gudjohnson said, not taking the bait.
“Look, Doctor. I really, really need this job. What can I do to convince you? I’ll do ANYthing,” she said. She knew she was laying it on thick but she trusted her research. The man was an inveterate womanizer who would ultimately succumb to the whims of his, probably tiny, cock.
“As I said, we have many qualified applicants though I’m sure yours will be in our final grouping. We’ll let you know in 4-6 weeks,” he said.
“4-6 weeks,” Symmetra thought. She couldn’t wait that long. “Isn’t there something we could do to… expedite the process?” She dared to unbutton another button, clearly going well beyond the bounds of professionalism now.
Gudjohnson stammered, his rocky resolve wavering slightly as her breasts came fully into view. “Uhmm… no… I’m afraid not Ms.,” he paused to check his notes, “Prakash. We have a very strict HR policy here… Uhmm… if you’ll excuse me, I need to make a phone call.”
Gudjohnson walked away, certain now that his quarry was within reach. He picked up his phone and pretended to press some buttons, then held it to his ear while he waited for an imaginary wife on the other line to pick up. “Honey?” he said, choosing a volume that the would-be spy would be able to hear but not one that was obviously too loud, “Yes. I’m almost done here. Oh… the candidate? She’s quite qualified… yes… it’s a she.. No… no…,” he said, pretending to assuage his pretend wife that he wasn’t going to bang the next intern. “By the way. This one has an advanced degree in hard light and it reminded me that we really should look at upgrading the unit at home. Yes… Yes… That’s what I was thinking honey. It sure would be nice to be able to make some… uhmm…,” he lowered his voice just a notch further and stage whispered, “Handcuffs and dildos… yes.”
Symmetra heard this and realized what had happened. She’d turned the man on but his thoughts turned to his wife instead of to her. She knew what she needed to do. She quickly flicked on her portable hard light generator and waved her hand in the air. Creating such small mundane objects was easy for her and within 20 seconds she’d created a thick 7 inch dildo and a pair of handcuffs out of solid blue light. They glowed brightly but were cool to the touch, feeling as solid as glass but with a curious flexibility to them.
Gudjohnson walked back in and his eyes immediately went to the table, “Anjie what…?” he said, feigning surprise.
“Forgive me Doctor. I overheard your conversation and thought I might help you.”
“Oh… that’s hardly necessary,” he said, “besides, I think my wife would feel more comfortable with something professionally made. You understand?”
Symmetra frowned then picked up the dildo, “Is she concerned they will not work? I could… give a demonstration… if you think that would help?” She was trying her best to sound coy and seductive though it was coming off as clumsy and slightly amateur.
Gudjohnson swallowed hard, not sure how far to push it. He nodded silently, letting his fish run out the line until he was ready to reel her in.
Symmetra smiled, “Which do you think she will be most concerned with… these handcuffs or this big, thick dildo?”
Not trusting his voice, the blonde doctor gestured towards the dildo. Symmetra smiled again and grabbed the shaft, caressing it seductively while she stared at the man. She hopped up on the lab table and spread her legs seductively, allowing him a peak at her treasure for the first time. She thought that something like this might be necessary so she’d come prepared. She’d shaved her pussy completely bald and foregone panties. The doctor’s eyes widened at the sight.
Symmetra grabbed the dildo and rubbed it up and down her moist cunt, spreading the dark brown lips and revealing the bright pink inner flesh. Her arousal was starting to take control and she knew she needed to maintain her inner balance lest she lose control of the situation. She started to slide the dildo into her pussy a couple times, feigning difficulty with the angle before looking up at the doctor and biting her lip. “Maybe you could help me a bit. You know. Use it on me the way you’d use it on your wife… so you know it will work for her… sir?”
Gudjohnson was also at the edge of losing control but he reigned in the fire in his belly and managed, “Perhaps that would be best. She can be frustratingly particular at times.”
Symmetra smirked, “Our fates are intertwined, doctor. Because I’m not particular… at all.”
Gudjohnson smiled himself as he grabbed the dildo and approached the young woman. She spread her legs further, inviting his assault. She hadn’t planned on actually doing anything with him but now that her arousal was driving part of her brain she’d decided that that result wasn’t so bad. Just so long as she didn’t allow him to fuck her. He lined up the glowing shaft at her cunt and slid it into her. It filled her perfectly and she moaned lustily, “Ahhh… Doctor. I knew you would do it right. Perfect alignment,” she said, looking him in the eyes.
Gudjohnson knew that he had her now. He slid the dildo into her over and over, changing the pace but fighting to maintain his composure. “Yes. This is very good. My wife will enjoy this quite a bit.”
“What about me. I’m enjoying it… ahhhh…,” she wailed as he slammed the dildo all the way into her, “Ahhhhh… that is the way!”
“My, my… you are enjoying it my dear. What kind of woman enjoys this… and on an interview?”
Symmetra smiled, realizing he was finally taking the bait on her hook. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed the, trying to look seductive. “A woman that is VERY eager to please her boss. A horny little office slut. Oh god that’s good!”
Gudjohnson smiled at her, “Alright then, slut. May I test the cuffs?”
“What… interesting ways your mind works. Of course you may test them,” she said, thinking he would cuff them on himself. She grabbed the dildo, continuing her lewd violation as she fucked herself now. The doctor picked up the cuffs, marveling at the craftsmanship she’d effortlessly managed in just moments. She’d actually molded small chains connecting the cuffs as well as an actual lock mechanism. “These are very nice.”
“Thank you,” Symmetra gasped as she plunged the dildo into herself again. She could feel an orgasm begin to approach.
“Turn over, whore,” the doctor said with a voice that sent a shiver down her back.
“What?” she asked, surprised by the change in his tone. Suddenly, his rough hands flipped her over and she found her hands cuffed behind her back. “Doctor?” she asked.
“Just testing. Can you pull them apart?” the doctor said from behind her. That same shiver went down her back and she had a momentary feeling that she wasn’t the hunter but rather the hunted. She shook off the feeling and said, “They are quite secure. As it should be.”
“My wife sometimes finds that, in the throws of passion, she’s able to break the cuffs when they’re like this. Do you think that will be a problem?”
“I doubt it,” Symmetra said. She was acutely aware of the dildo that now hung halfway out of her. She missed the fucking it had been giving her.
“I should check,” he said, stepping close behind her.
“Of course, Doctor,” Symmetra said, preparing herself for a rough fucking with the dildo. Instead, the dildo was pulled out of her and suddenly something much larger replaced it. Symmetra saw the dildo placed next to her face and she realized that the Doctor was now fucking her himself. Her stomach twisted for a moment and then the arousal took over, “Ham saamanjasya mein hain!”
The doctor pummeled her hard and fast, banging her thighs against the edge of the table as he shoved his, definitely not tiny, cock into her over and over. Symmetra’s screams became louder and louder as she felt an orgasm teasing at the edges. Just a little stimulation on her clit and she knew she’d be coming harder than she ever had before. “Oh God… Oh God… fuckfuckfuck,” she screamed. Her whole world became the shaft pistoning into her tight cunt.
“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, gripping her hair roughly.
Symmetra growled, spreading her legs wider and grunting as the cock filled her over and over. “Yes… yes… fuck… so fucking good… yes.”
“You gonna be my little office fuck pet? You want me to use your tight little cunt just like this?”
“Yes… yess… anything… use all my holes. Fuck them good, please?” she begged. The words sounded like they were coming out of someone else’s mouth. A tiny part of her brain screamed at her that she was out of control but the sensations in her cunt were overwhelming. She was beyond caring.
The doctor laughed behind her, impressed that the little slut had fallen so quickly and easily. He smacked her ass and she yelped in surprise but said nothing. When he slapped the other cheek, it wasn’t even a yelp. Just a moan of lust. The doctor continued his assault, eventually spreading her ass cheeks with his hands. “All your holes, slut?”
“Yes… just don’t stop fucking me… I’m so close… do whatever… fuckfuck,” she babbled and then hit a new high note with her squeal as she felt the doctor’s thick thumb invade her ass. The sensation of adding just that extra little bit of fullness nearly set her off. “Oh… my… god!”
“God you’re a loud little slut. Can you make a gag?” the doctor said as he continued his assault on her defenseless pussy.
“If I think it, I can create it,” she said. Even with the distraction of the brutal fucking, she was able to gesture and shape a ball gag with her hands behind her back. The doctor marveled at the expertise she displayed as her fingers wove around and the gag appeared out of the same blue light as the cuffs and dildo. “Prakash se jeevan mein,” Symmetra whispered before returning to her moans of lust. The doctor grabbed the gag from her limp fingers and started to put it into place. Just before the gag was secured, Symmetra asked, “Do you have to gag your wife, Doctor?”
The Doctor laughed as he fastened the gag into place, his cock fully encased within the tight cunt of the beautiful failed corporate spy. “I don’t have a wife, Symmetra.”
Symmetra’s eyes went wide with shock and she tried to murmur out a protest. The tasteless ball of light in her mouth absorbed the noise better than any rubber ball could, however. She finally realized that she had been the hunted all along. She had a stab of fear and revulsion but the doctor’s next thrust of his cock melted even that away. She realized she didn’t care. Maybe she could get what she wanted by getting him to talk in post-coital bliss. Or maybe it didn’t matter as long as he kept fucking her.
Gudjohnson’s hand slapped her ass, leaving a dark red splotch on her caramel cheek. His fingers gripped into her as he slammed his cock over and over into the once reluctant and now eager young woman. “That it, slut. Take that cock. You thought you could steal our secrets didn’t you?”
Symmetra’s moans, muffled by the gag, carried no discernible meaning. Ironically, they had no discernible meaning either. They were just moans of ecstacy. The doctor simply continued his assault on her, fucking her for several minutes in that position until he felt his own orgasm begin to stir. Symmetra felt hers as well but she knew she wouldn’t cum from being fucked on this cold metal table. Nothing touched her poor neglected clit. The doctor showed not even the slightest inclination to caring about her pleasure. And somehow that turned her on even more.
When she finally heard him begin to growl, she knew he was close. She tightened herself around his shaft, suddenly eager to have his seed spilling within her womb. He came with a roar, flooding her with what felt like a gallon of cum. His last thrusts, expertly milked by her clutching cunt, leaked out of her and she felt them dribble down her leg.
The doctor pulled out of her and gave her ass a slap. “You know… I thought it might be fun to fuck with you and then fuck you, Symmetra. But after that performance, maybe I’ll keep you as my little personal concubine. Tormenting you in a dungeon you’ve built will be the highlight of my days, I suspect.”
Though Symmetra’s murmur was indistinct, they both knew that her agreement was inevitable. After all, her full potential had finally been unlocked.
