Note: What can I say. I really like the Overwatch girls.

Widowmaker section involves bondage and a fuck machine. Sym section is sorta whatever. Brigitte section involves making her a pet sex slave kinda. Tracer/Widow section involves futa kinda with remote dildos and lezzy stuff. Ana/Pharah involves mother-daughter incest. All of it's anal obviously.

I think the last 2 sections are the most fun. You should read them first.



Widowmaker

Apparently we had recently captured Widowmaker during one of her botched missions and had her held in custody. We were currently questioning her using alternative methods but she was proving resistant. I went to try my luck all the same.

In her holding cell, I found her suspended off the floor by restraints; metal bands around the wrists, biceps and knees. Her skinsuit was ripped and tattered, it barely covered anything anymore but Widowmaker's expression was blank and unconcerned with her pale blue skin being so totally on display.

I walked into her holding cell right as Jack, Tracer and Lucio left. She stared at me darkly.

"Hello again Jesse, back for more I see. You know it won't work. It never does, as much as your team tries," she said in her husky, erotic French accent.

"We'll see about that darling."

Widowmaker had one of the nicest asses I'd ever come across, tying closely with Tracer and getting an opportunity to pound it had me hard already. The restraints holding Widowmaker didn't respond to her struggles but were easily moved around by me or any of the team, allowing us to position her in any way we liked. Apparently the team had been keeping her under lock and key, using her body selfishly whenever they felt like being a bit crueller than they would be with any of the girls on the team.

Her legs were spread wide open and her arms outstretched. I wasted no time in rubbing a bit of spit into and around her asshole before brutally jamming my whole cock in without warning or warm up. She felt expectedly cold to the touch, both inside and out but that was easy to ignore given how wonderful her ass felt. She didn't even flinch but did give me a condescending look.

"I don't even feel a thing."

"Days still young."

Her taunt was my cue to start fucking her as fast and as hard as I could manage. I spent the next hour savagely fucking her hole in every uncomfortable position I could think of that the restraint would allow; my favorite being a pile driver position since it seemed to be the only thing to actually bother her.

I'd posed her upside down on the ground, with her neck and back uncomfortably bent against the floor, her knees forced to the sides of her head, while I speared into her vulnerable asshole from above. Just to abuse the hole a little more, I'd often pull my cock up toward her pussy and try flick it out while still deep inside her, making her asshole bulge to accommodate the abusive move.

Lacroix would often glare at me as I worked her over but the looks didn't dissuade me in the least. I actually liked it when she did since I got a kick out of spitting on her face each time she tried.

When I was finally satisfied, I pulled out one last time to jerk off and drop a load onto her pretty face. Widow locked her eyes to mine and didn't blink or flinch once as each spurt of jizz splattered across her face here and there. As I squeezed out the last of my cum to drip onto her face, Widow suddenly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, catching that last drop, tasting it for a moment before spitting it out.

Seeing her catch my cum like that left me wide eyed with surprise and excitement.

Seeing my reaction, Widow laughed mockingly. "You taste awful," she said before continuing to glare at me. The scornful glares lost most of their effect though, covered in spit and cum as she was.

Despite the assfucking I had just given her, despite the fact her asshole refused to close and looked raw, puffy, and sore to the touch through even the blue tint of her skin; Widowmaker's demeanor betrayed none of it, in fact, she's seems pleased at her own stoicism. I decided to really test out how unfeeling she really was.

There conveniently just so happened to be a fucking machine in the room. I selected one of my ten inch long, two and a half inch wide remote cocks. It was made from a soft, silicon material with its entire length being these repeating cone shapes, like the heads of short but wide flared butt plugs. I used it as the attachment for the machine and attached it to the end of a piston. Lining up the awful toy with her ass while she remained in that uncomfortable pile driver position, I turned the machine on with a smile.

When the toy first entered Widow's ass for the first time I think I saw a flicker of concern cross her face, but it was a mask of complete disinterest when I look at her. Turning back, I start at the machines slowest setting and watch as it slowly snakes into her asshole and deeper until it bottoms out at the cut off base, her asshole slipping past the final cone and wrapping around the metal shaft of the piston. Widow endured it stone faced.

The sensation is unlike anything I've felt before in the Sim. It makes me light headed with how good and strange it feels, this remote cock was unlike other ones I'd used, since it was soft and non-rigid, it wouldn't just travel up her asshole in a straight line but would follow the bends in her rectum and colon. It would drive deeper than I could possibly ever manage with my real cock, sending me every little strange and wonderful new sensation as it wormed its way into her. Being that utterly deep in someone was an entirely new experience and something I wanted more of. Not only that, but because of the numerous cone shapes, it was like putting just the sensitive head of my cock into her ass, again and again all in a single thrust. Pulling out was even better. Because of how the cones tapered, her asshole would narrow to the thinnest part of the dildo only to suddenly meet this huge flare that stretched her out again, it made pulling out feel like complete bliss.

Coming down from the high of sensory overload, I turned my attention back to Widow and watched her asshole dilate and constrict around the shape of the toy again and again. The machine retracted back until only the tip of the toy was still in her ass before plunging back in.

I turned up the speed dial on the machine and it started moving in and out a notch faster. I kept my hand on the dial knob as I watched Widowmaker's face closely. She was still completely stoic so I cranked up the speed again. Every few seconds I twisted the knob a little further, making the machine piston the dildo a fraction faster. After five or six twists, Widowmaker finally breaks eye contact and flicks her eyes towards the knob with a brief flash of concern before looking back at me. I remorselessly continue turning the knob, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk all the way to its fastest speed setting.

Widowmaker tried to maintain the masquerade but at that point it's only too obvious it's an act. As I continued dialing up the speed, Widow tensed and her body arched, trying desperately to maneuvering away from that pulverizing toy.

The loud whirring of the machine filled the room. The awkwardly shaped toy keep plunging into her with intense, mechanical speed, brutalizing her hole with its flared cones, making Widow writhe for the first time in her restraints.

She finally breaks. "I-it still won't work, I feel nothing, there's no point to all this at all, you may as well just stop this charade," she said in her lovely French accent. Neither of us believed a word of it.

"Well missy, I don't know about that, but I guess we'll see. I'll see you in a few hours."

"A few hours?!" she said, her voice frantic.

"Yeah, that's right, a few hours, but that shouldn't be any trouble for you right?" I said with a smirk.

~ A few hours later

I spent that whole day in absolute bliss, no matter what I was doing, I felt just complete ecstasy radiating from that phantom limb of mine at all times. It was icing on the cake knowing it came from a machine brutalizing that assassins asshole endlessly.

Finally returning to Widowmaker's holding cell, I saw she was a drooling mess, fucked absolutely senseless. The machine was still relentlessly plowing the toy into her ass, making her limp body sway with every thrust.

She eventually noticed me in the room. "Please Monsieur, enough, enough," Widow haltingly croaked out.

It probably had been enough. I turned off the machine and pulled the dildo out of her asshole, making Widow sigh in relief as I do. I even go as far as undoing her restraints, causing her to flop bonelessly onto the ground.

I got a look at her asshole and instantly saw it was a completely wrecked, blown out mess. It didn't belong on someone so beautiful. I almost had a hard time believing even the biotic treatments could make her feel tight again after all that.

"Alright Amelie, do you think you're willing to cooperate now?"

"Oui," she quietly replied.

"You're going to leave Talon and be joining Overwatch now, you understand missy?"

"Oui."

"You're going to a team player for our side from now on, and if you misbehave, betray us or do anything we don't like, you're going back on that thing you understand me?"

"Oui."

"Alright now, I'm gonna give you something to make you feel better, don't make me regret it."

I sprayed her sorely abused asshole with the biotic spray I'd gotten from Mercy. It took effect almost immediately, visibly repairing the damage and within moments, Widows asshole looked like not so much as a finger had ever been in it. Lacroix practically melts with relief as the biotic fluid does its work.

"Mercy will fill you in on some of your new duties alright. You might not like doing em, but just remember it ain't as bad at that," I said pointing a thumb over my shoulder at the fucking machine.

Widowmaker just nods.

Symmetra

Symmetra had high functioning autism so while she could understand the point of Mercy's program in pragmatic terms, she didn't really understand it in other ways, which made assfucking her especially fun since she seemed so oblivious. Lucio was the only one who seemed to take more pleasure than me sodomizing her. In fact Lucio assfucked Symmetra more than anyone else on the team surprisingly, and a bit more aggressively too, I wondered what that was all about.

~

With a frown Sym would mechanically pound her asshole down on cock, mine or the rest of the teams for hours on end, until she gaped obscenely simply because she was told it would be good for the team. We'd told her that taking the whole dick down to the base with long strokes was best, and the rougher and faster she went the more 'efficient' it was. I loved that that was all we needed to say to get her to start wrecking her own ass with our cocks.

It was tough on her though, unlike the rest of the girls, Sym never did seem to get used to taking it up the ass. She'd wince or frown often, and always, always make a face when going ass to mouth. But she kept at it all the same which was something I respected a lot.

Sometimes we'd get her to do the same for toys, telling her watching was even better for morale. Hell sometimes we wouldn't even watch, I'd just tell her to ride some toy with her asshole for an hour or two and get off on the thought of her doing that to herself. It was nice checking in on her every once in a while and seeing her struggling to ride some oversized toy, wearing that signature frown of hers. She seemed confused about why she was doing it to herself, for no one in particular, but trusted Mercy's reassurances.

Mercy was a Godsend when it came to convincing Sym to the new way of doing things. Sym didn't understand why it was important to suck cock out of her ass for a long time at first, but after Mercy had assured her how important it was, she finally got onboard. Later on she even went so far as to always slide her asshole down on cock before she sucked it as a rule of thumb, even if all anyone wanted at the time was just a blowjob.

~

"This is quite uncomfortable Jesse. I don't see how this is meant to be enjoyable at all."

"It is for me darling."

"Humph. Mercy does say this improves team effectiveness and the evidence is undeniable, I just don't understand how letting everyone sodomize me improves things. Maybe her data is corrupted somehow."

"I don't think so Sym," I grunted as I exploded inside her.

Knowing the routine by now, Sym pulled herself off me and bent down to taste her ass and clean the cum off my cock. But just before she puts me in her mouth, she hesitates. "How does this help the team? Isn't sodomizing me enough?"

"Uh, well, seeing you go ass to mouth just helps us fight better, yeah that's it."

Despite looking unconvinced, Sym still lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around my cock, bobbing up and down on it with a scowl. "So unhygienic," she muttered under her breath.

"We haven't even gotten to the best part missy."

After I'm cleaned off, Symmetra reluctantly scoops out the remaining cum lodged deeply in her ass with a deep scowl and slowly eats it, gagging all the while.

While Sym was busy gagging, I pulled out one of my remote cocks and activated it. It was another ten incher of soft silicon with a suction cup at the bottom; it was heavily ribbed and with small raised studs along the length, it was designed for maximum stimulation and sure to be a hell of a time for Sym.

With her eyes screwed tightly shut and her tongue tentatively licking at her fingers, I took aim with the tip of the dildo and steadily but relentlessly fed it into her ass. It was a wild rush of unnatural sensations, each of the bumps and ridges being unbelievably sensitive, it was all I could manage to not grip the dildo by the base and start jackhammering it into her.

Sym's eyes immediately snapped wide open and she actually yelped when it went in a few inches. She immediately pawed at me but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her chest.

"Hold on now. I'm just getting you accustomed to a new friend."

"This one is new. It is... difficult to manage."

"Well, some of the best things in life ain't easy. I'd like you to get real familiar with this guy from now on, the design is Mercy's, this one is far more optimal."

Sym controlled her breathing and sucked in slow breaths, desperately trying to accustom herself to the bizarre shape violating her asshole as I steadily move it in and out.

"Alright, go on, you take it now." I let go of the dildos base and motioned for Sym to take it. She was hesitant and slow to use it on her ass, but it felt good for me all the same. "Remember, the rougher and faster you are, the more efficient it is alright?" I reminded her.

Nodding, she tried to increase her pace but she still couldn't manage to do more than steadily plow her ass with it.

"I-I can't Jesse, I was not meant for this. I don't mean I won't, I mean I physically can't, it's too sensitive."

"Well, alright then, just this once I'll help you out."

I took back the base of the toy and started pumping it into her ass. I quickly built up my pace, causing Symmetra to soon squirm and struggle. As the large and bizarre shape travelled deep into her, Sym started gasping and swearing uncharacteristically. I ignored her spastic movements and continued pumping the remote cock into her.

Using just my arm instead of my whole body, I had enough leverage to pump into Sym faster than I ever could fuck her normally. I could tell it was taking everything for her just to stay as still as she was and take it.

Jamming almost the whole thing in and pulling it out was playing hell on her asshole. Instead of the cock smoothly and easily sliding in, the balls and ridges made every inch a deluge of sensation. Sym told me it was like pulling out or shoving in a half dozen small anal beads alongside a buttplug all at once, constantly. I liked her description so much I strained my arm and back trying to ram it in faster and deeper still.

I kept plowing Syms ass until she was a drooling, limp mess, too exhausted from constantly squirming and struggling to do anything other than moan as I keep plunging the torturously stimulating dildo into her asshole. I continued pummeling the toy into her, even long after she's stopped speaking coherently. I only stopped when the remote cock simulated an altogether different type of orgasm that exploded through my mind through the feedback connection. It was almost a deeper pleasure than the real thing and seared through me. But as I came down, I saw it was only a mental thing, without the mess the real thing made. A little disappointing, but I'd get Simone to iterate and improve on the design next time.

Finally satisfied myself, I gently pulled the remote cock out and fed it into her slack mouth. And for the first time ever, Sym doesn't make a face but instead sighs with relief when she realized the monster toy was anywhere else but her ass. I left her curled up in a ball, the toy still hanging loosely from her mouth, to recover.

~

As the days went by, I noticed a few sensations in the remote cock I left with Symmetra; just handling though, nothing more at first. I planned on leaving it with her until our next session but was pleasantly surprised to feel more than handling one day. Sym was actually using it on herself. I grinned with dumb satisfaction knowing that she was willingly using that torturous toy on herself. And by the feel of things, she wasn't going easy on herself, not quite as fast or rough as I had been but incredible all the same.

As the days continued, I noticed her using it more and more, almost daily and for longer and longer periods of time. Christ what did I do to her. I wasn't complaining though, I loved that she was abusing her own asshole for me so incessantly. I thought maybe it would be a good idea to give one of these remote dildos to every one of the girls on the team-wait no I only had six more-I'd have to be selective about it.

My hedonistic thoughts were broken when I was surprisingly greeted by Sym. As usual, she got straight to the point.

"Jesse, I've been thinking about our last session together and I've concluded I cannot possibly manage that kind of exertion on myself, I simply can't."

I hid my disappointment. "Oh, so you're backing out of Mercy's program then? She'll be disappointed to hear that, but I get it missy."

"No, no, you misunderstand me. I cannot do it to myself but that doesn't mean I can't get someone or in this case, something else to do it to me as you so thoroughly demonstrated. I've come up with a simple design for a machine that I can strap myself into that will simulate the same thoroughness you displayed."

I whistled. "You made a fucking machine and plan on using it on yourself? Hell if that ain't a plan."

Symmetra sighed. "Crude as always McCree. It won't be some crude contraption like the type we used on Widowmaker, it will be a far more dexterous and maneuverable thing. Come, its best I show you."

Leading me to her workshop, I found Pharah held down by prehensile mechanical dendrites. They sprouted from the sides of something that looks like a metal gymnasts vault box and looped around her ankles and wrists, pinning her in place as one prehensile limb with my remote dildo attached sodomized her with whirring mechanical speed.

Symmetra sighed with exasperation at the sight.

"Pharah stumbled upon me working on this thing and immediately asked to be part of the project, though she's contributed little other than 'testing' it far more than necessary."

Pharah's lost in a haze of pleasure so barely reacts to us entering, she just mumbled something.
"You said it would be dexterous and maneuverable?"

"Yes, quite." Grabbing a nearby controller, she pressed some buttons and suddenly the dendrites lifted Pharah up. They looped around knees and back this time, forcing her to fold in on herself, putting her into a full Nelson position before resuming the relentless sodomy.

"Well that is something. Dang Sym, you've really outdone yourself this time. I'm gonna love seeing you in this thing."

She scoffs. "Only if Pharah will ever leave it alone."

~ Miscellaneous

Symmetra being a bit of a germaphobe, was the most reluctant out of all the girls on the team to go ass to mouth or eat creampies. Lucio noticed it first and immediately went out of his way to make sure she tasted her ass as much as possible alongside as many anal creampies as he could manage. He even came to find me and enlisted my help to double team her. On Symmetra's day serving the team, we'd spend our turn fucking her together, making sure she always had one cock in the ass and one in the mouth, frequently swapping places with each other so she'd be constantly tasting cock fresh out of her asshole.

She had an even worse time when it involves tasting cock or eating cum that's been in someone else's ass though, which was why we always tried to rope Pharah into things; being a good sport and insatiable for anal like she was, she usually joined in to get some extra cock in on the side outside her days.

Symmetra never looked more miserable than when we're dipping our cocks into Pharah's asshole and then into her mouth. When we make her eat Pharah's creampies off the floor though, it gets bad enough we half suspect she's going to back out of Mercy's program at some point, but she surprisingly never does.

Eventually I get curious enough to ask why.

"It is for the greater good, I gladly endure this. Besides, it would be wrong if only I alone among the women of the team shirked this duty," she explained.

Brigitte

Brigitte was the newest addition to the team. Being Torb's daughter and Reinhardt's travelling companion, she grew up on stories of the Overwatch members fighting for justice across the world, so her joining up was inevitable.

I decided to switch characters and occupy Jack's body this time instead to see the different reactions the Overwatch girls would have.

I headed over to the break rooms where Briggite was being introduced to everyone and plainly saw she was completely star struck by meeting her idols. She was fangirling out just talking to Mercy, Tracer, Genji and Winston, barely able to keep her cool. When she saw me, she seemed to freak out even more if that was possible and seemed desperate to greet me but torn between choosing between which of her idols she talked with. In the end, Winston, Mercy and the rest won out and she stuck with the larger group, enthusiastically and feverishly discussing cybernetics, nanoweapons and Winston's latest inventions while I hung back and spoke with the others.

Brigitte mingled with the team for another hour or so before people started breaking off and going their own ways. I lingered behind to get a word in with her. As the hour went by and people started leaving, I noticed Brigitte started looking more and more anxious, occasionally flicking nervous glances my way. I figured she was worried I'd leave before she'd get to talk. Mercy eventually finished speaking with Brigitte and broke off, leaving her alone. She glanced back to where I had been standing before and didn't find me; she seemed to panic for a moment before her eyes darted around the room and eventually found me. She sagged in relief when she did. I had to say, that was cute.

She practically bounced over to me and squeaked out. "It's an honour to-". She cleared her throat, swallowed and tried again. "It's an honor to meet you Commander Morrison. My dad and Reinhardt told me stories about you and Overwatch when I was a girl; it's so incredible to meet you in person. Joining Overwatch has been a dream of mine since as long as I can remember, I look forward to serving under you."

I replied in a gruff voice nothing like my own. "Nice speech kid. I appreciate it. But it ain't like the old days anymore. We're not the heroes anymore, especially not me, you better kick down your expectations."

Her face flashed with concern, defiance and hurt hearing that. "That's not true! Overwatch still stands for something. You're still all heroes, your still a hero, I don't care what some government says," she blurted out.

"Hnnn, whatever you say kid... So you get the tour yet?"

Brigitte looked sad and disappointed that she hadn't swayed me. She shook her head.

"Come on, I'll show you around." That seemed to perk her up. I may not have been what she expected but she still looked up to me.

"So, did Mercy tell you how we run things around here?" I asked while we walked.

"Yeah, they went over a bit of everything."

"Including her new program? The new duties and what's expected?"

I glanced Brigitte's way and saw her start blushing bright red.

"Yeah, even that Commander Morrison." Brigitte looked down and away from me, too shy to say it to my face. "I-If you wanted, I could help you out with anything right now."

"That'd be nice kid."

I led her back to my room. By the time we're there Brigitte's a bundle of nerves. She's anxiously playing with her hair and has hardly said a word during the whole walk here, even keeping quiet when I started telling her old war stories.

"Look kid, if you don't wanna do this, no one's gonna force you alright. Mercy's program is opt in and you haven't even been assigned a day," I eventually said.

Brigitte gave me lots of little head shakes and swallowed her nerves down. "No that's not it Commander, I already told Mercy I wanted to join soon as she told me. I'm just nervous is all, you're the Jack Morrison after all."

"Your call," I said.

I stepped up to her and laid a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing down. She got my meaning in a second and sank down to her knees, quickly pulling off her loose tee as she went down. Reinhardt had definitely rubbed off on her, she wasn't a waif like D.va, but athletic and muscled, even moreso than Pharah.

She fumbled at my buckle and trousers for a moment before fishing out my cock. She was was more nervous than ever, practically shaking, I could actually feel her heartbeat through her fingers as she wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me. When I'm half hard, she slips my meat into her mouth and gently starts licking and sucking it. She's good, real good. It was distracting enough I almost missed the fact she was pulling off her pants. I tried not to close my eyes and watch what she was doing instead but it was getting harder as she took me deeper and deeper, running her tongue over and around my knob.

I watched Brigitte reach between her legs, my eyes following her hand to her panties and saw the growing wet spot on them. She must have been absolutely dripping if she was like that already. She slipped her free hand underneath and started to rub herself off as she continued to blow me.

Now she was the one that struggled not to close her eyes but soon gave in. Her eyelids gently closed and she seemed to focus on purely sucking me off more than ever, savoring the taste and feel of my cock in her mouth, moaning as she played with herself.

She eventually opened her eyes and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. It was too cute, I stroked the side of her face then cup her cheek. "You're such a good girl."

She practically beamed with delight and satisfaction when I did and doubled down on the blowjob, bobbing her head faster and deeper, eager to please. She spent a few minutes like that before pulling back. "Do you think I'm pretty Commander Morrison?"

"Call me Jack, and I think you're stunning Brigitte."

She gave me a bright smile before diving back down onto my cock. She spent another minute warming up before trying to take me even deeper. Brigitte leaned back and opened her mouth as wide as she could, sticking out her tongue, inviting me to fuck her face. One hand was resting on her lap and the other was busy softly rubbing her pussy.

Grabbing the sides of her head, I brought her mouth down on my cock. With her tongue stuck out, I slid over it deliciously as I pushed her head down. I quickly hit the back of her throat, making her quietly gag so I stopped and pull back. When my cocks mostly out of her mouth, she used the moment to speak. "I want you to try going all the way in Jack, bury yourself in my throat."

My cock and heart jumped at the request, I was just going to fuck her mouth but I wasn't going to turn down a better offer. I gave her a nod and pushed her back down on my cock, enjoying the way I glided over her tongue. I hit the back of her throat again but didn't stop that time and just kept pressing against the resistance, forcing myself into and down her throat. She gagged badly but never tried to pull away, she diligently kept her face in place and her hand on her lap. I did notice the other hand had stopped with the gentle rubbing and had started manically playing with herself.

It took a bit of fighting and a lot of gagging but eventually I managed to get everything down her throat. It felt incredible feeling her tongue pressed against my balls, she even gave them little licks when she wasn't gagging or choking. Brigitte's eyes were screwed shut and her nose was buried in my crotch, it was an amazing sight. I pulled out to give her a breath and when she caught it, she looked up at me again with those same big, doe eyes. "Did I do good?"

"You did so good Brigitte, better than I deserve."

She gave those little shakes of her head again. "No, no don't say that, you deserve this, you do."

Without prompting she dove back down on my cock, gagging herself but ignoring it. She gripped the back of my legs and slammed her own face down on my cock harder and faster than I ever dared. Lewd, wet, choking sounds filled the room as Brigitte throatfucked herself on my cock. It was wonderful to watch and even better to feel. Tears began to streak down her face, making her mascara run freely, but none of that seemed to matter to her. She spent minutes and minutes going at it, taking only occasional, short breathers. She eventually wound down and stopped though to my immense frustration. She pulled back and asked between gasps. "Jack, can you take over? I need a free hand."

Happy this wasn't the end, I quickly agreed and grabbed both side of her head again to resume bringing her mouth down on my cock. With her hands free, Brigitte went back to rubbing herself off while I throatfucked her. I wasn't as gentle as I was, I started using her face and throat like it was a fleshlight to get off with, bringing her quickly down on my dick and whipping her head back endlessly.

I kept it up for another few minutes before I felt like I was about to cum. Hugging her head into my crotch, I started levering my hips to fuck her throat, no longer letting her up for a breath. As I got closer to the edge, my strokes into her throat get more animal like and desperate. Right before I came, I felt Brigitte spasm and shake beneath me. She'd finally managed to get herself off while I savagely throatfucked her. That set me off and I slammed into her mouth one final time, burying my cock as far down her throat as I could manage, hugging her head into my crotch to get yet deeper and shot my load down it. I could feel her throat swallow again and again, trying to drink all the cum I gave her so she wouldn't choke on it, but she didn't manage to get it all. She coughed and hacked while I had her pinned, making geysers of cum shoot out of the sides of her mouth but I didn't let her up until I finally grew soft.

She sucked in desperate lungfuls of air when I did. I got my first look at her face and she looked like a different woman. No longer the cute, wide eyed girl that came into my room. Mascara stained her face and some cum had shot out of her nose when she was coughing; she looked like a complete whore now.

I cupped her cheek again. "You're such a good whore Brigitte," I told her.

She tilted her face into my hand and smiled at me warmly. "I'm a good whore," she repeated.

~

As we got dressed and cleaned up, Brigitte spoke up. "I heard from the girls that you and the other team members like to, er, use the backdoor," she said, not daring to make eye contact with me.

"Well, not all of us do that, but it's a popular preference."

"Is it one of yours?"

"Yeah, yeah it is."

Brigitte paused for a moment. "I've never done it there but you could be the first if you wanted. I'd be honored for you to be the first."

I stepped over to her and moved her chin up so she could look at me. "I'd like that," I said.

Brigitte blushed and looked away, she chewed her lips to hide the smile creeping onto her face.

"Gonna have to give me a bit to reload first though, how about later tonight?"

She gave me a few small, quick nods then started asking me about what things were like with Overwatch at the beginning. She hit me with a barrage of questions and we chatted for another hour before she left to get settled into her own quarters.

~

Later that night Brigitte showed up at my door like we agreed. She was a bit of a tomboy. She wore sweats and a minimum of makeup but looked beautiful all the same. It was cute to see she was just as bubbly and eager to please as she was this morning.

She was less nervous this time around though, but not by much. She didn't seem to know where to stand or what to do with her hands once she was inside my room.

"So you've never done anal before?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"Well, first times usually trouble, it might be a bit uncomfortable kid."

She stood up a bit straighter. "I don't care, I'm not afraid to try. Besides, it's worth it if it's for you Commander Morrison," she said confidently.

I'm beaming inside but don't show it on my face, instead I just undress. Brigitte copies and does the same, pulling off her sweatpants and casually tossing aside her sweater before standing at attention, looking for instruction. It was both incredibly hot and cute how obedient she was being.

I laid down on my bed and instructed Brigitte to straddle me. "You can control things this way, go as fast or slow as you like. Whatever you're comfortable with Brigitte," I told her once she was on top. "Put me in whenever you're ready, and there's lube over there," I said pointing at a nearby bottle.

She nodded. "I'll be good, I promise." She ignored the bottle and instead lowered herself down and puts me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my cock, getting me hard and wet. I looked down and noticed her staring up at me again. It was cute how she always seemed to look at me when sucking me off, like she was eager to see me happy.

She blew me for another minute before I reached down to stroke her face and tell her she was a good girl again. She beamed when I did and pulled her mouth off my cock to climb up my body. She spat into her fingers and rubbed the saliva around her asshole before grabbing my prick by the base and placing it against her tight, virgin ass. She took a few breaths before lowering herself down on me, watching me the whole time. Brigitte tried pushing me in but she was so tight her hole doesn't budge, I just end up poking her ass. She tried a few more times, each time failing to batter her way past the tight resistance. Incredibly, she actually looked embarrassed and almost apologetic.

"It's okay Brigitte, I'm having fun as it is, take your time."

She gave me another nod then tried spitting in her fingers again, this time actually rubbing the spit into her asshole with two fingers and masturbating anally for a bit. I reached out for her hand and laced my fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze. She gave me a warm look before trying to fit my cock into her ass again, this time looking more determined.

She placed my tip at her entrance and kept pressing down until inevitably I pop past the tight ring of her asshole and slip inside. I saw Brigitte wince when I do but she kept sliding down all the same. She managed to get almost half my meat inside her before she was forced to stop.

"I'm sorry Jack, I can't, I need to take a break," she said apologetically.

"Brigitte, I told you it's okay. Just take your time," I reassured her.

Brigitte swallowed nervously. "It's just, I saw videos of how you used Mercy and I thought I could do that for you but I can't get it all the way in."

"Mercy's got experience, you don't. You just need practice is all, just take it slow," I continued to reassure her.

Brigitte nodded again and pulled off me. She took a break before sitting back down on me and riding just the top half of my cock. After a few minutes of that, she slowly started sitting down lower, taking me deeper. When I'm three quarters inside her, she asked me with furrowed brow "am I doing good?"

"It feels incredible, you're doing so good. I'm glad you're on the team Brigitte," I told her.

She gave me a pained smiled before scrunching her eyes shut and sitting all the way down on my cock, taking all nine inches. When everything's settled inside her guts, she slowly opened her eyes and gave me a loving look. "Am I a good girl?"

I reached up and pulled her down onto me so her tits were pressed against my chest and kissed her full on the mouth. "You're a good girl," I told her when we pull apart.

She started levering her hips up and down, stroking my cock with her ass as we make out. Eventually she broke the kiss and pulled back. Still holding hands, she lifts them up and presses mine against her tits, inviting me to grope them. She planted her freed hands on my chest and begins bouncing up and down, shallowly at first but taking it deeper every minute until she's eventually taking almost my whole cock with every bounce.

She watched me with a loving expression as she took my cock. "Do you like my ass Jack? Does it feel good?"

It was my turn to nod mutely. She took that well and redoubled her efforts, swallowing me faster and faster. She must have learned a thing or two about what I liked from Mercy because she eventually began to pull entirely off me before suddenly taking me back in or dipped just the tip of my cock into her ass repeatedly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling her doing her best to get me off.

Brigitte kept this up for long minutes before I eventually feel something wet dripping down onto my stomach. When I opened my eyes I followed the trail back to her pussy. She was soaked; a thick rivulet of juice leaking from her pussy. I could practically see her pussy throbbing and reckoned she'd cum if I so much as touched her there.

I thought she deserved that much. Keeping my cock still buried in her ass, I changed position. I got her to plant her feet on the edge of the bed and squat over the side, leaning her back into me while I held her up. Posed like that, I could drive even deeper into her ass while playing with her pussy at the same time.

Reaching around her stomach, I started rubbing her there. Brigitte's moans start as soon as I do. If there was any discomfort with getting assfucked before, it was completely ignored now. I used the distraction to start pounding her even more rabidly. She no longer seemed to notice what kind of treatment her asshole took as long so long as I played with her pussy and kissed the back of her neck. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could while she played with her tits.

"You're so good at this, I can't wait to for the others to see what you can do," I whispered into her ear.

Brigitte moaned. "This is my job now right?"
"Good girl, that's right."

The shaking, shivering and gush of cum I felt between my fingers told me she liked the sound of that.

"Reinhardt's going to be so happy to hear that," she softly let out.

I changed positions again. I laid her down on the bed and grabbed the underside of her legs, pushing them up so her knees were by her head before going back to conquering her asshole again. Seeing my hands were busy with keeping her legs pinned, Brigitte helpfully grabbed my cock and invited it into her ass. I kissed her on her forehead to thank her for it. She practically melted when I did.

Brigitte kept her hands on her ass cheeks, helpfully keeping them spread wide while I plowed into her. I threw myself into her wildly for the next half hour, often jamming my whole length in before just as quickly pulling out to see what kind of gape I could give her. Whenever I left her, she seemed almost desperate to grab my cock and fit me back in. It didn't seem to matter how hard or fast I fucked her ass, she was happy as long as I was in her. All throughout, she kept staring up into my face with a quiet intensity as I took advantage of her asshole. I bent down to kiss her again.

"Good girl, this is what you're made for," I whispered to her again.

Brigitte nodded slowly and repeats me. "This is what I'm made for."

That did it. Slamming in deep one final time, I filled her ass with torrential spurts of hot cum and pulled my cock out so the last ropes shoot onto her face. Her assholes was a beautiful gaping mess leaking cum, a view I intended on making sure was routine for her from now on.

As I enjoyed the view, Brigitte barely stirred. She seemed too tired to even move.

"Brigitte, are you alright?"

"Yeah, just tired. Did I do good Jack?" she said, barely audible.

I kissed her on the forehead again. "Yeah, yeah you did."

She smiled before rolling over on her side and going to sleep, her asshole still gaping open wide and leaking cum down her ass and thigh.

~

I let her sleep in my room while I slept in hers. The next morning when we're doing the daily briefing, Brigitte followed me around like a puppy dog. When I pulled her aside to ask why, she brightly explained.

"Well I just thought you might like me close by incase you wanted me to do my job. That is, if you wanted more of my ass. It's yours by the way, even every day whenever you want it Jack. Just pull me aside any time you need it or come into my room if it's late." The words spilled out of her almost too quickly to catch clearly.

My cock immediately sprang to life at the enthusiastic confession. Brigitte noted the growing bulge.

"Oh, Jack did you want to pound my asshole now?" she said, already reaching to her pants and half pulling them down before I grab her wrists and stop her.

"No, no, that's okay, not right now."

"Are you sure? I could jerk you off with my ass real quick here."

"I'm sure Brigitte, but I appreciate the sentiment a lot."

"Oh alright then," she replied brightly. "Just remember to pull me aside any time you want my ass or mouth or anything."

"I'll be sure to remember that Brigitte."

~~~ Epilogue

Brigitte was one of the most enthusiastic supporters of Mercy's program, volunteering for extra duty all the time. She was always so eager to please and still followed me around quite a lot, constantly wanting go the extra mile, like with her changeup to the briefings. She'd crawl beneath the table, between my legs and softly suck me off during those long meetings. I made sure to always reward her by telling her what a good girl she was, something she never seemed to get tired of hearing.

Mercy liked her too, she thought her initiative was so good she began encouraging the rest of the girls on the team to follow her lead.

Brigitte, knowing what I liked, had taken up the habit of waking me up with her ass wrapped around my cock before sucking me off. It was a nice wakeup routine as far as they went.

She spent so much time around me people started commenting on it. Always with the team's interests at heart, Mercy complained I was taking up too much of Brigitte's time and hogging her. So on her suggestion, we had a collar made for Brigitte that would tell her when she had to move on to someone else. I thought she might find it humiliating but she seemed to like the idea, thinking it made her closer to whoever her 'owner' was at the time.

Despite being new to anal it was like she was built for it. She easily learned how to take it up the ass from the whole team for her assigned days. Brigitte would crawl around the base on her hands and knees, delivering her asshole to whoever had rung the bell for her.

I asked her what she thought of being a part of Overwatch at the end of her first week as I squatted over her, plowing her ass as she crawled to respond to McCree's ping.

"I'm glad to be doing my part. I'm happy to help and I like to think this is what I'm good for."

"Good girl, this is what you're good for," I told her.

I gave her asshole the first of many daily creampies it was used to. Then, knowing the routine by now, she swiveled around and sat up on her knees to swallow my cock and clean it off; inadvertently spilling out the anal creampie onto the floor as she polished my pole. Turning back around and leaning down, she slurped and ate the cum off the floor, watching me seductively the whole while before going back to crawling toward McCree's ping. She didn't get far since Junkrat got to her before she crawled far and gave her his own treatment. It'd be a long day for Brigitte but, that was part of the job.

Tracer/Widowmaker

Widow joined the team and Mercy's stress relief program after being 'convinced' to swap sides. She wasn't yet trusted though so she was given a tracking collar like Brigitte's and a leash. The tracking collar let her know when anyone on the team made a request for her and she'd go off to service them, that was all part of the deal.

As was her new uniform too. Her purple skintight bodyglove, as nice as it was to look at was replaced with something even more revealing; lacey panties and stockings, a harness of thin leather straps that framed her perky little tits, a pair of chained together nipple clamps, a buttplug and a ring gag for her mouth that happened to be a perfect fit for the plug.

She was surprisingly enthusiastic about letting everyone use her asshole as much as they'd like, not even complaining about how much attention Tracer was giving her. She was probably just happy since anything was better than the machine.

Feeling peckish for some French, I sent her a request and not 15 minutes later, Tracer came into my room leading Widow along on the leash. Widow was a delight to watch move, she elegantly sashayed into the room on her long, gorgeous legs, her see through stockings and lingerie leaving nothing to the imagination. The elegant look was ruined by the string of spit drooling down from her mouth onto her breasts thanks to the ring gag keeping her from closing her mouth.

"Morning love," Tracer brightly exclaimed.

"Howdy Trace, you here to watch again or join in?"

Tracer giggled. "I think you know the answer to that Jesse."

Widow had in the meantime tamely made her way over to me and got down on all fours to stuff my cock past the ring gag, into her mouth. She began bobbing up and down as Tracer and I talked. As usual, Tracer took out a high tech strapon that Mercy had made so she could join in the fun and feel it too; I gave Mercy the idea based on the linked cocks I had and she had expanded on it. Tracer would feel from it like it was a real cock, only more sensitive, while it simultaneously stimulated her pussy too.

Not only that but one of the upgrades Mercy had given it was that it could even 'cum' like real cocks did, shooting when the neural sensors recognized an orgasm. The strapon was such a success, all the girls on the team got one and had all joined in with the guys when it was another girls day, some more enthusiastically than others though.

Funnily enough, once Tracer got a taste, she seemed to like Widows asshole even more than I did, and that was saying something. As we talked shit, Tracer leaned down and unceremoniously started dunking her strapon into Widows ass, spit roasting her with me, an activity we'd been sharing a lot together lately. Tracer was good company; she was easy to get along with and had a thing for sodomizing the other girls like I did, so naturally we spent a lot of time together when it was another girl's day on duty.

Tracer closed her eyes and moaned as she reamed Widows ass. She slowly picked up the pace and groaned. "Bollocks, I can't get over how much I've been missing out on."

"Asshole's fun, ain't it Trace?"

"You're telling me. No wonder you spent so long in mine when we started this all up."

We chatted while spit roasting Widow, with Tracer periodically asking to swap places with me. Ever since the Mondatta incident, Tracer's always had a bit of a grudge against Widow. I still remember the feral grin on her face when she learned we'd caught Widow. Since then, she'd taken up the habit of demeaning and degrading Widow as much as possible, forcing the former assassin to taste her own ass constantly as a way to vent out her frustrations.

It wasn't all rough and tumble though. Widow was just beautiful and it looked like Tracer agreed, she was just that into it. Tracer constantly ran her hands over the captured woman's lithe blue body, leaning down to press her own tits into Widow's back so she could reach around to squeeze and play with Widow's while she ravaged her ass. Tracer would even occasionally be generous and give Widow something to enjoy. She'd reach down and rub Widows pussy, kiss her back and run her tongue over her neck, just savoring every inch of the woman. If Emily saw the display, I'd bet money on her getting more than a little jealous.

Typically I might have been upset not to be the one getting all the action, but watching Trace actually turned out to be even hotter so stepped back to watch the show.

Widow might not have felt the rougher treatments she got but the gentler side that Tracer was showing her definitely did seem to get to her. Her expression softened and her eyebrows arched as Tracer kept kissing her back and trailing her tongue all over neck.

This kept up for a while before Tracer suddenly grabbed Widow and spun her around. She threw Widow onto the floor before climbing on top of the blue woman. Tracer took out the ring gag and held herself up above Widow, who, for the first time I can remember, actually looked a little turned on and desperate. No one had actually tried taking care of Widow like this before, so she was bound to feel a little blue balled.

Trace flicked her eyes downwards. "Open up blue," she said brightly.

Widow kept staring up into Tracer's face as she seductively, slowly spread her legs open for her. Trace grabbed the strapon and brought it down to her pussy, rubbing the head against her overly sensitive and sorely ignored lips. Widow bit her lip expectantly and made a soft mewling sound, but it was soon replaced with an anguished, regretful look as Tracer slid the strapon lower and pressed it into Widow's well used asshole.

Trace sank into Widow and began thrusting into the frustrated woman. She grabbed Lacroix's hands and pinned them underneath hers to the side before slowly lowering herself down until her nipples were gently brushing against Widow's. She swayed around, circling her nipples over Widow's, making both of them hard, further frustrating the French woman madly which just made Tracer laugh mockingly. Trace finally lowered herself all the way down, fully lying on top of Widow. With their tits squished against each other, Trace kept giving the pinned woman tastes of her tongue. She was tormenting the poor woman, giving her just enough to arouse but never enough to satisfy. She'd stick her tongue into Widow's mouth for a moment before pulling back, trailing mixed saliva from the tip of her tongue while Widow strained her neck to follow hungrily. If this was how Trace treated Emily, no wonder the girl wanted to keep her to herself.

A few more repetitions of this was too much and Widow began pleading breathlessly. "Please." I'd never seen or heard Widow so utterly desperate before, even I felt sorry for her.

Tracer pulled out of Widow and started slowly sliding the length of her strapon between Widow's engorged lips. "That depends," Tracer said with a smile. "Are you going to be a good pet blue?"

Widow couldn't even manage a proper response; she just squirmed around and feverishly nodded her head.

Tracer let go of Widow's hands and moved the strapon up so she could fuck Widow's pussy. As soon as she slips inside, Widow shivers with delight and hugs Tracer closer, pulling them together intimately before wrapping her legs around the slender Brit.

Widow attacked Tracer's mouth with her own, finally relieving some of her frustration now that Trace wasn't pulling away. The two made out passionately for only a little while before Widow interrupts things. She must have been more pent up than I thought because it doesn't take her long to cum. With a start, she tenses up and pulls away from the kiss before burying her face into Tracer's neck to ride out a long denied orgasm. She clutched at Tracer tightly while she spasmed and writhed. Trace kept up with the occasional pump, each one making Widow spasm further until the French woman's relaxes back, exhausted.

Widow eventually comes down from her orgasm and settles down. When she does, she seems surprised at herself at first before her expression quickly turns to annoyance.

Trace giggled again. "Enjoy yourself blue?" she asked mockingly.

Widow said nothing.

"Uh huh, well just remember what you promised."

"Oui Master," Widow eventually deigned to reply.

As hot as just watching was, I couldn't hang back anymore and finally decided to join back in.

When Trace sees me move to rejoin, it's like she's surprised to see me there at all and looked suddenly apologetic for ignoring me this whole time.

"Sorry Jess, got a bit caught up in things, you know how it is."

"It's ain't no problem Trace, I had a mighty fine time just watching, but I reckon it's time to get in on things now."

"Alright love, wanna help me double team her?"

"Sounds good Trace, you mind if I take her ass?"

Tracer scrunched up her face like she's just whiffed a bad smell. "Uhm, yeah a little bit. Couldn't you just use her pussy Jesse?"

"Aw come on Trace, you know I prefer the ass."

Tracer looked torn between still feeling guilty and wanting to let me have her favorite asshole, and wanting to keep Widow's ass for herself. It was no surprise to see she was reluctant; she's been completely obsessed with Widow's asshole ever since she got the strapon.

Lena frowned for a moment before her face brightened up suddenly. "Oh! Actually, there's enough ass to go around." Trace nodded back. "Duh, I've got a spare one you can use if you wanted. I'd get Widow's asshole you could have mine, everybody's happy. How about that Jess?"

"I can live with that," I said, very satisfied with the suggestion.

I made my way behind Tracer and forced my cock into the virgin tight asshole with a bit of difficulty and spit. She must have recalled recently to be this tight again.

I breathe out in satisfaction as I sank in while Tracer mades uncomfortable sounds. "Bollocks, it's no fun on the other end."

"You wanna swap to her pussy and let me have her ass then?"

Tracer replied immediately. "Not a chance love."

"Heh, alright then Trace." I started pumping into Tracers ass while she stayed still, both to get used to the invading member and to give me a moment to loosen her up. Soon enough though she got sick of staying still and started thrusting back into Widow whose lying flat on her stomach.

It felt incredible, each time Trace thrust into Widow, she had to draw back, sliding her own ass over my cock, she ended up having to pay for each stroke she got. I was happy to just stay still and let Trace inadvertently jerk me off with her ass. Trace liked Widow's ass more than she disliked getting it in hers because she was soon back to slamming into Widow as quick as she could, making her own ass swallow up my cock with blurring speed.

I pulled just a little further back so that each time Trace bottomed out in Widow, she slipped entirely off my cock. It gave her asshole just enough time to wink closed and relax before her hips drew back and she suddenly pierced herself on my cock again. Trace never did like it when I would constantly dip back in, but she couldn't blame me this time since she was doing it herself.

"You still trying to get Emily to let you in her ass?" I asked her while she was still jerking me off with her rear.

Tracer shook her head solemnly as she continued to take Widow's ass. "I tell ya, she won't let me anywhere near her arse. I even tried offering to let wear the strapon first and do me before my turn but she still said no. If it weren't for the girls on the team I think I'd be pulling my hair out."

"Tough break Trace. But maybe you could try offering Emily the strapon, no strings attached? Give her a full course meal, mouth, pussy and ass. Try getting her to fall in love with it then turn around and say no more until you get some too."

Something sparkled in Lena's eyes as she digested the suggestion. "That... That could actually work! Jesse that's brilliant, I'm trying that as soon as I get back home tonight. No way is Emily going to turn me down after she feels what it's like being in my tight little arse, I'm going make sure of it."

Tracer was so giddy with the plan her thrusts seemed to take on some pep. She started reaming out Widow happily, no longer all that bothered by the cock driving into her own ass.

"She's getting a bit loose back here for me, how about you?" Tracer complained after half an hour of relentless pounding Widow into the ground.

"You've been working her over for the last half hour Trace, what'd you expect? Still more than tight enough for me though. You're ass just doesn't quit."

Tracer seemed to take pride in compliment. "True enough. Blimely, I get why you and the boys like it so much when I recall now, fresh assholes are the best." Tracer hesitated for a moment. "So uh, you got any more of Mercys biogetic gel here? I've run out."

I rolled my eyes. "Again?" Sighing, I pointed out a drawer behind Trace. She pushed me off, zipped over and grabbed the tube of rejuvenating biotic fluid inside with a wide grin.

Coming back over to Widow, she squeezed a dollop of gel onto Widows poor, abused asshole and rubbed it in. We both sat back to watch the magic as the gel repaired the damage and stretching, leaving Widows asshole virgin tight again.

Unlike the variant of the gel Mercy had used with me last time though, this one wouldn't make things pleasurable no matter what happened. It was simple cell repair, no nerve hijacking at all. For some reason, Mercy kept that variant to herself and only handed out mundane cell repair variants to the team.

"I never get sick of seeing that," Tracer remarked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Tracer wasted no time sinking her strapon back into Widows ass, shivering in delight as she did. Lacroix had much less fun. The biotic gel made it so the sudden entry of the toy felt like it was the first thing to ever enter her ass. But despite feeling like she was being violated for the first time, Widow's reaction was muted. Both her condition and the fact Tracer had done this to her countless times by now helped her take it all in stride.

"Uhhhn, yeeeeeaeh, that's the stuff," Tracer groaned out with her eyes closed, biting her lips. I follow right behind into her behind. "Unh. Did ya have to ruin the moment?" Tracer complained.
Tracer took a few moments to enjoy Widow's asshole needling the French girl. "How'd you like that blue?" giving her a firm slap.

"Oui Madame, I love it, please more," Is what I think Widow said through the ring gag. Despite not being able to close her mouth and talk properly, Widow still somehow manages to inject loathing sarcasm into the reply.

"You being cheeky blue?" Tracer asked threateningly.

"Non Madame."

Tracer gave her a suspicious look. "Jesse, would you mind stuffing her mouth for me real quick?"

I might be loath to leave Lena's ass, but shoving it into Widow's mouth was a pretty good reason to. I made my way to Widow's front and roughly forced my cock between her lips. I quickly hit the back of her throat and made her gag, Trace giggled brightly when she does. She grabbed the back of Widow's head and shoved it deeper down on my dick, making Widow sputter even worse.

"How's my ass taste blue?" Tracer asked mockingly.

Widow just makes wet, gagging sounds as she tries to breathe around my cock.

Tracer seemed to delight in the teamwork. "Jesse, could you do that some more? My ass to her mouth I mean."

"I'd be glad to Trace."

I head round to Tracer and polish my cock with her asshole for a while before returning to Widow's mouth. Lena seems just as into it if not more. I repeat a few times before Trace piped up.

"That's too slow. But I've got an idea to fix that."

Trace reluctantly stopped slamming into Widow's asshole and turned around so she was sitting on Widow's face, then asked Athena, the base's AI, to start recording and throw it up on a screen. After a few clarifications, Tracer was treated to the sight of her ass above Widow's face with my cock nearby on a screen in front of her. "That's better, alright Jesse, back at it," she said in a satisfied tone.

With her sitting on Widow's face, I'm able to easily swap between Tracer's asshole and Widow's mouth much faster, double dipping between the two constantly.

Tracer's eyes were practically glued on the screen as she watched my cock dip into her asshole and then into Widow's mouth. "Oh God that's so hot, keep doing that Jesse," she whispered out, sounding almost delirious as she said it.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Tracer spent a few minutes watching the double dipping action in a haze before she eventually decided she wanted back in on the action.

Despite the change in position, Trace didn't want to stay out of Widow's ass. Since she couldn't fuck Widow with it, Tracer had taken her strapon off and started using it as a dildo instead to plunder Widow's backside, the tech in the toy still sending the sensory signals to her head even if she wasn't wearing it. And being able to use her hands instead of her hips to pump the toy in, she was able to slam the toy in far, far faster. Tracer's attention was torn between trying to work over Widow's asshole as much as she could and trying to keep her eyes on the screen to see what I was doing to hers.

Tracer evidently wasn't happy with my performance and complained after a few minutes. "Swap holes faster Jesse, just in and out."

I complied happily and stopped spending so long in each hole and started just dipping between the two as fast as I could.

"Cum in my ass Jesse," Tracer breathlessly demanded after a few more minutes had passed.

The request was enough to send me over the edge. I pulled out of Widow's mouth and threw myself as deep as I could into Tracer's ass, painting her rectum with my cum with endless ropes of jizz. The room filled with the wet sounds of Tracer still slamming her dildo into Widow's overly used asshole even as I filled her up. When I finally plopped out, Tracer's gaping asshole let out a small stream of my cum. Tracer immediately maneuvers her hips and pushes so the anal creampie drips into Widow's helpless, open mouth. Widow tried to turn her head away from the obscene fluid dripping onto her face but Trace held her head in place with her legs. With the ring gag keeping her mouth open, the French woman was helpless but to let the vile cum fill her mouth. I could tell this is what finally made Tracer cum because her whole body tensed right then as she rode out her own orgasm. Lena let go of the dildo and buried her face between Widow's soft legs, their two lithe bodies writhing together for altogether different reasons.

"Fuck that was good, I think I've found my new favorite thing to do with blue here," Tracer breathed out when she'd finally settled down.

Tracer and I lay down flat on the ground to unwind, though Tracer first takes off Widow's ring gag and orders the blue woman to gently lap her pussy while we relax.

After a few moments of silence, Tracer spoke up. "You know what Jesse, now that I know how good ass feels, I don't blame you for wanting to get a piece of mine of all the time."

"Heh, if you think Widow's feels good, you should try your own."

"Mine?" Tracer asked confused. "What's so special about mine?"

I turned to Lena and gave her a look. "Trace, you've got the tightest, sweetest ass on the whole team, I mean it. Ana, Pharah, Mercy and the rest, their fun no doubt, but your asshole's the nicest to be buried in, believe me."

"Awww, thanks Jesse. It's just too bad I miss out on that," Tracer said with a mix of happiness and regret.

"Well, you don't have to, you've got that strapon after all."

"Yeah, it's not the same though."

"Have you even tried?"

Trace explained. "Well no, but even when you were in me when I was fucking Widow, it kinda ruined things, no offence. I doubt I'll enjoy fucking out my own ass."

"Well, you'll never know until you try."

Tracer made a thoughtful face. "You might be right. Oh what the hell, might as well try the old girl out."

"That's the spirit."

"Yeah," she said. "This was pretty fun Jess, we should do it some more."

"I'm always up for some fun Trace and I never get tired of seeing you with blue there."

"Aww thanks love, but I sorta meant with some of the other girls."

"Oh? You had anyone in mind?"

"Hana," Tracer immediately blurted out.

"That was a quick answer, should Emily be worried."

Sounding slightly embarrassed Tracer tried to defend herself. "It's not like that love. It's just... It's just D.va's so, so cute and so small I could just eat her up. I mean, I know I'm small but 'ave you seen the size of her?! I can't wait until she gets back from Korea. I want to try these strapons on her so bad."

"Sounds like Emily should be worried."

Tracer punched me.

"I'd love to be around see though."

"I thought you might, so you in?"

"Ab-so-lutely."

We spent another few minutes recharging before Tracer got up to clean and dress herself.

When she left, she tugged on Widow's chain, making the French woman obediently follow at her heels, though with an awkward gait; her ass must be sorer than she was letting on.

~~~ Epilogue

With Mercy's new strapons and Tracer's new interest in assholes, she and Pharah soon became very, very intimate. One loved taking it up the ass and the other loved dishing it out, you couldn't ask for a more perfect match. It wasn't long until the two were tearing down Mercy's door, demanding bigger toys.

The two were fun to watch and the team would often come around to do just that. And at Mercy's suggestion, these and other intimate moments were recorded and broadcast, to help with our PR. Needless to say, Overwatch's popularity and positive public reception quickly rose.

That isn't to say Tracer left Widow alone though, she kept up with her new favorite activity and often recruited the guys on the team to assfuck and cum inside her. Despite not particularly enjoying anal herself, it was something she found worth it if it meant Widow was forced to taste her ass and eat the anal creampies.

Tracer and I became even closer when she discovered she liked sharing Widow's asshole with me at the same time. Making the former assassin take double anal soon became a regular thing for the two of us to bond over.

And eventually, thanks to my suggestion, Tracer did eventually get over her dislike of anal and tried using the strapon on herself. It turned out she actually did end up liking it, then loving it, then falling head over heels for her own ass just like I did. Though only when using her own linked strapon and never with anyone else's cock, real or fake. You could often find Tracer in her room, drooling into her bed, pounding out her own ass like a sex crazed lunatic with her linked toys.

Lena's new appreciation for her ass led to a few fashion changes too. She started dressing to show off her ass more, wearing her iconic tights but with the back cut out to show off her butt, or foregoing the tights altogether and just wearing her chronal accelerator harness. The funny thing was, despite never learning to like anal when it was others doing the buttfucking, Trace still insisted on causing trouble for herself by flaunting her ass, showing it off and getting everyone chomping at the bit to tear into it.

Finally, Trace appreciated me introducing her to anal so much that she'd go above and beyond what the others would do, surprising me with morning assjobs to wake me up or riding me during briefings even on her off days, she was even letting me have the rare treat of going ass to mouth with her a little more lately.



Ana/Pharah Part 2

The linked dildos were something Pharah really loved, since they meant there were now twice as many cocks available for her ass. The challenge was actually convincing the other girls to give the linked strapons a chance.

It was Pharah's day on duty and I figured she was trying to convince the others again, I went to find her since it was always fun to watch when she eventually managed it. Who I saw her with had me instantly hard. Pharah had cornered her mother in her room and was urging her to try out the linked strapon. Despite being some time, I still hadn't gotten used to seeing a younger, beautiful Ana and still did a double take almost every time I saw her.

I walked into the room just in time to hear the conversation play out.

"Please ma-ma, just try it, I just know you'll like it once you do. It feels wonderful I promise," Pharah pleaded.

"Fareeha I've told you so many times already, no, it's inappropriate."

Ana's refusals did little to dissuade Pharah who just kept pestering her mom. Eventually the relentless pleading got to Ana and she reluctantly agreed to try it once. She didn't even strip down, she just took out her strapon from the case and wore it on top of her clothes.

"Here, it's on now Fareeha, I've tried it, now will you please stop bothering me?"

Instead of replying, Pharah dropped to her knees and attacked Ana's strapon with her mouth. In shock, Ana backed up and tried to push Pharah off her but Pharah was a fair bit stronger. She easily caught and pinned Ana's hands behind her back while she wrapped her mouth around the strapon and did her absolute best to suck off Ana as well as she could. The fight quickly went out of Ana as her daughter showed her how good she was at sucking dick.

Pharah was pulling no punches and immediately started deepthroating it, throatfucking herself on it since Ana was too timid to move herself. She bobbed up and down on the strapon for several minutes before pulling off.

Ana, instead of being relieved, actually thrust her hips forward for once, trying to stay inside Pharah's throat as her daughter pulled away but quickly caught herself and stopped, looking embarrassed. She certainly was converted quickly. Pharah didn't miss it and soothed her mother.

"Don't worry ma-ma, this next part will feel even better, I promise."

Ana looked torn between wanting to go along with her daughter and feeling deeply ashamed. In the end, her horniness won out and she simply let Pharah take the lead. Pharah pushed her mother back down onto the bed and straddled her. Taking out a tube of biotic fluid, she reached behind and applied it to her brown star, out of her mother's sight. It functioned as part lube, part biological repair gel, making Pharah's asshole virgin tight again. I'd never seen Pharah ever use it before since it would mean she'd no longer be able to take the rest of the members of the team so easily without a lot of working up to it again. It was quite the gesture, she really was doing everything she could to make this as pleasant as possible for her mother.

Carefully grasping the dildo, she placed the tip against her asshole and gently slid part way down it, eliciting a moan from Ana.

Pharah cooed. "There you go ma-ma, see, doesn't that feel nice?"

Ana just mumbled incoherently. As experienced as Pharah may have been, the biotic fluid wiped that all away and Pharah had to carefully reaccustom her ass to cock again so only lightly bounced on the strapon. After a few minutes and feeling more confident, Pharah began to pull the tip of the strapon out before reinserting it repeatedly. The teasing was giving Ana just enough to be unsatisfying and she started to move herself. Ana began thrusting into Pharah, though the movements were awkward and stiff, new to her as they were.

"Is it okay if I do this Fareeha? It is not too uncomfortable?" Ana asked apologetically.

I could tell Pharah was putting on a brave face. "Of course it is ma-ma, I'm fine. Do whatever feels good, I'm here for you."

Experimentally Ana started thrusting up into her. She must have just been too horny to notice Pharah was struggling to keep her expression neutral. Having seen her daughter take Reinhardt without a problem, she must not have thought the seven inch strapon was going to be a problem. Ana seemed to finally notice how uncomfortable and restricting her clothes were and began to strip out of them before grabbing the top of Pharah's legs and pulling her down onto the strapon, sinking all the way inside her daughter. Pharah tensed at the sudden intrusion but Ana was so lost in the sensation she hardly noticed.

This was Ana's first time using the linked strapons and I could tell she was enjoying how it felt being inside a girl's asshole by how long she spent savoring the feeling of sodomizing her daughter. Eventually she did go back to thrusting into Pharah, though faster and deeper than before this time. This was not how you were supposed to assfuck a girl for what would feel like the first time, Ana was being far too rough with her daughter but Pharah didn't try to stop her at all.

"Fareeha, you're sure you're OK with this? I'm being so rough and it's so uncomfortable when the others try this with me," Ana asked apologetically again.

Pharah impressively managed to keep her tone normal, warm even. "I'm sure. You've seen how much I like this. So you can use that hole as fast and as hard as you like, I just want you to enjoy this ma-ma."

God it was hot knowing despite how uncomfortable it was for her, Pharah was willing to endure it all for her mother.

With her daughter's reassurance, Ana renewed the anal assault and began slamming into Pharah's asshole with everything she had but closed her eyes and avoided looking at Pharah as she did. She must still have felt guilty. But that guilt certainly didn't stop her from satisfying herself with her daughter's ass. If anything, with Pharah out of sight and out of mind, Ana looked like she was in complete bliss, her face a rictus of pleasure. I guess another one of the team's discovered how good anal is.

Watching Pharah try to quietly control her breathing and endure the rough assfucking she was getting had me desperate to join in but I wanted to see what else Ana would get up to.

Despite the pain and discomfort she was in, Pharah actually gave her mother instructions on how to make it feel better. "Ma-ma, try pulling it all the way out before putting it all back in, or just keep dipping the tip in, the guys quite like that."

Ana was quick to try out both motions. Despite preparing for it, Pharah had to bite her lips to cut off a yelp. Ana for her part seemed to discover she liked both the moves and would keep going back to them periodically.

As the minutes wore on, the constant abuse was starting to have some impact and Pharah began to gape ever so slightly. I hoped Ana liked the sight when she got a chance to see it.

Ana might have started fucking Pharah but she didn't have much in the way of initiative so Pharah decided it was up to her to change positions. She pulled off Ana and rolled onto her back before grabbing her ankles and hauling them up and apart, giving her mom even easier access to her holes.

I saw Ana frown when Pharah pulled off her but when she opened her eyes and saw the way her daughter opened up for her, the frown was quickly replaced by a hungry look. Whatever guilt kept her eyes closed before was gone now after seeing the treat in front of her.

"I thought you might like this ma-ma, you get to go in deeper this way," Pharah said still holding her legs apart.

Ana wasted no time burying herself back into her daughters inviting ass and resumed pounding into it roughly.

Pharah was starting to get back to her old self and learning to enjoy anal again, seeing as how her lips glistened with wetness. It made the other hole look every bit as inviting as her ass. Ana must have had the same idea because without warning she grabbed the strapon by the base and plunged it into Pharah's pussy. Ana seemed to immediately love swapping holes and constantly dipped from one into the other. She kept it up for so long that whenever she pulled out of Pharah's ass, it started to stay gaped open, wider and wider.

Ana eventually noticed when it gaped open as wide as the strapon was and seemed shocked that she had been responsible for it. When it started to wink closed, Ana very deliberately pushed her strapon in slowly and pulled it out to keep it the meat open. She looked mesmerized by the sight of the flowering hole.

"Do you like how that looks ma-ma?" Pharah asked before letting go of her ankles and reaching down to spread her cheeks further apart.

"Fareeha, how did I raise such a whore," Ana breathed out absentmindedly.

With a start, Ana realized what she said and began to apologize but Pharah just smiled contently and reassured her. "It's fine ma-ma, I am."

With that, Ana got a hungry look in her eyes and started exclusively bottoming out then pulling entirely back, seemingly in love with making her daughters asshole gape lewdly. She kept this up for a long while, right up until she came. The instant before she did, she pulled out of Pharah and clambered up, forcing the strapon between Pharah's lips and shooting her load down her daughter's throat. I wondered who she picked that up from.

When Ana began recovering from her orgasm, the guilt returned with full force and then some. Her apology immediately flooded out.

"Fareeha, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have called you a whore and I didn't mean to put it in your mouth aft-"

Pharah just laughed melodically. "It's fine, I'm fine, it was worth it. You had fun didn't you ma-ma?" she asked with a self-satisfied smile.

Embarrassed, her face a deep shade of red, Ana just nodded her head guiltily.

"Well then good. You can have more any time you like, you don't have to wait for my days on ma-ma, I'm always here for you whenever you need me."

"Thank you Fareeha, but that won't be necessary," Ana replied unconvincingly.

Pharah gave her mother a knowing smile and kissed her strapon on tip.