Note: I kinda dropped the first-person/Sim aspect to these stories. All anal as usual. Two long stories and one short one. The Widow/Sombra section is more light-hearted than the rest for the most part. Also, I know it has continuity issues, but just don't worry about it. The Moira section involves unrealistic, large and deep insertions. The short Widow story at the end was just something unconnected I wrote based on an amazing animation by Yeero.

~ Ashe

Ashe was glaring at me across the table, looking absolutely livid. She had every right to be. The last time we saw each other, I had crashed her heist, taken out her gang and Bob, stolen her bike and tied her up. It wasn't long before the authorities caught up with her. She wasn't happy at all seeing me again.

"McCree," she ground out.

"Ashe," I nodded back.

"What are you doing here."

"Well, when I heard you'd got yourself caught-"

"That was you're damn fault McCree! If it wasn't fer you stickin' your stupid nose in I would've been fine. Damn you McCree!"

"Well, let's not split hairs, the fact is, you're caught and I might be the only friend you got here."

Ashe had nothing to say to that, but a lot more glaring to do.

"Well," I said, ignoring her glare. "That's why I'm here. Jack's got it in his head you might be a good addition to the team despite my advice. So, Overwatch is willing to bail you outta this situation you-"

Ashe made a choking, outraged sound that cut me off.

"-That I got you in. The authorities have agreed to hand you over to us, if you agree to work with us."

Ashe paused bewildered. "I cannot believe the nerve of you McCree," she said shaking her head.

"So, is that a yes?"

"I'm gonna get you for this McCree, if it's the last thing I do... Fine, I'll join your boy scouts."

~~~

"So, uh, just so you're prepared, you should know things have changed a little at Overwatch."

"What, you get new curtains?" Ashe replied sarcastically.

"Not exactly. Mercy's got us on a new teambuilding regime. We're a lot more... closer these days."

Ashe snorted. "So you sing kumbaya around the holofire every night?"

Tired of her attitude, I decided on honesty. "No, mostly we just fuck each other a lot more."

"What?" Ashe said, with a dumbfounded expression, proving I made the right choice. I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden change.

The expression was wiped away in an instant and replaced with a familiar glare as soon as I burst into laughter.

"Go to Hell McCree."

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you."

~

I took Ashe into a meeting room with Jack where she was debriefed on what her duties now involved and how she'd be integrated into the team. Unfortunately, none of the girls were around so Ashe still thought I was lying about earlier.

I gave Ashe the tour and showed her to her quarters. Through it all, it was easy to fall back into the old rhythm of things despite not seeing each other in so long. So I chanced it.

"Hey Ashe," I said, as she was sorting her things. "How about we have some fun? Just like old times."

Ashe threw back her head and barked out laughter. She stalked up to me, wiping the tears out of her eye before giving me the bird. "In your dreams McCree," she said as she slammed the door in my face. Yup, she was definitely still ticked about the bike.

~

The next morning I found Ashe in the gym bright and early.

"Mornin' Ashe," I said.

She didn't reply except to give me a cold stare. Though thankfully she wasn't still so mad she immediately left the gym, she still stayed far away from me. We worked out quietly together for only a little while before the team's resident fitness nuts joined us. Pharah, Brigitte and Zarya walked in together like they always did for their morning workouts.

Pharah and Brigitte had gone over to the squat racks and were piling the weights onto their bars. Ashe ignored them for the most part, up until she saw what Zarya was doing. She did a double take when she saw Zarya take a trio of dildos out of her duffel bag and immediately went slack jawed. I couldn't help but laugh to see that dumbfounded expression on her face for the second time in as many times. It wasn't something I got to see often on Ashe, as cocksure and severe as she was.

She immediately snapped her head to face me as soon as she heard me start laughing. "Oh very funny McCree. How the Hell d'you talk them into this," she asked accusingly.

I shook my head. "Darling you got it all wrong," I said, pointing back at my teammates.

Zarya handed two of the toys over to the girls while keeping one for herself. Hers was obviously the most ridiculously sized one, followed by Pharah and finally Brigitte's whose toy was a far more reasonable and realistic size. The trio stripped out of their sports shorts and brought over three short stools for themselves. Ashe watched with saucer wide eyes as the girls attached their toys to their stools with the suction cups on the bottom.

Zarya waved the other two over to watch while she demonstrated the proper technique to use so they wouldn't hurt themselves. She'd recently taken on the role of personal trainer for the other two girls. Except, she wasn't helping them with strength training, it was size training; she was training them to take toys as big and as deeply as she could.

With practiced ease, Zarya hefted her bar off the rack and set the weight down on her shoulders before squatting down and impaling her ass on the monster toy. Pharah watched with jealousy as the larger Russian woman easily swallowed inch after inch while Brigitte frowned in concern. Within moments, the massive toy that looked like it was twice as big as I was settled in Zarya's guts. It was large enough that it was jostling things out of the way and leaving a very distinct, bulging outline snaking up Zarya's stomach. The Russian woman though barely seemed bothered by the demolishing toy inside her and just smiled confidently at the reaction from the other two.

Ashe made a choking sound and looked over at me. I shrugged. "I tried telling ya."

With their exercises explained to them, Pharah and Brigitte went to their own racks and started trying it themselves while I went over to Ashe.

"You don't worry about that. Pharah's just ambitious and Brigitte's just doing this for Rein's sake. Nobody's gonna force that, or anything on you, so relax Ashe."

"The teambuilding?" Ashe sputtered.

"Is opt in," I finished, reassuring her. "It's got nothing to do with the deal you made."

Ashe visibly relaxed and let out a breath.

I left her alone to process what just happened, but mostly so I could get back to watching the show the others were putting on.

"Let the weight do the work," Zarya instructed. "And if it doesn't push you down all the way, add more."

I saw her dildo wasn't on her stool anymore. Despite the suction cup, she'd forced it so deep into herself that her insides had a better grip on it and had pulled it free. Only the base of the toy was visible from between Zarya's well-toned ass cheeks as she circled the other two. Not that she seemed to notice. She strolled around as if there wasn't a giant dildo up her ass bulging out her stomach.

Brigitte was struggling more than Pharah was so Zarya 'helped' her by pressing down atop her shoulders, forcing the poor girl down onto the toy. The Swede groaned as the toy buried itself deeper but tried her best to take it. Seeing how much trouble the smaller girl had, Zarya only demanded 30 squats from her, though she demanded a full hundred from the Pharah.

Happy with the two, Zarya went back to doing her own set, pulling her toy out casually and setting it back on her stool.

Brigitte was the first to finish and gratefully pulled herself off the toy finally, racking away the bar.

I went over. "When Reinhardt finds out you went through all this for him, I think the old guy'll have a heart attack."

Brigitte wiped the sweat from her brow before giving me a warning look. "He better not find out early McCree, I want this to be a surprise."

I held up my hands. "Hey, hey, what's with all the suspicion, I was just saying he'll be happy is all."

Brigitte narrowed her eyes but her look softened. "I hope so," she said. Finally flicking her gaze down, she noticed the raging hardon I was sporting. "I hope you're not planning on my ass, I'm still sore down there."

"Wouldn't dream of it darling," I lied. "Throats fine by me."

Brigitte sighed but opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for me all the same. I slowly slid my pole into her offered mouth until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag. But just as I was starting to enjoy Brigitte's throat, I was snapped out of it by an outraged yell off to my side.

I turned around and saw Ashe staring at me furiously. Funnily enough I'd forgotten about her and assumed she'd left, but apparently she'd stayed and watched everything I had for some reason.

"Uh, something the matter Ashe?" I asked, feigning innocence while balls deep in Brigitte's mouth.

Her eyes darted between me and Brigitte once, then lingered on my cock for long moments before she grit her teeth and stomped off.

"What was that all about?" Brigitte asked. At least, I think that's what she tried to ask, it sounded less coherent coming from her mouth.

I shrugged and went back to using her throat to get off with.

~

The pattern repeated itself several more times, with me using one of the girls around Ashe and her stomping off after I pretended to not know what was wrong. She finally snapped when she saw me zipping up after I'd finished in Tracer's throat right outside her quarters. She grabbed me by the arm and hauled me back into her room.

"Damn you McCree! What do you think you're doing?" she said, her voice low and dangerous.

"Teambuilding."

She let go of my arm and turned away. "It's not funny Jesse."

She hadn't called me that in a long time. "Don't tell me it's actually bothering you."

"How could it not?!" she suddenly yelled, turning back to me.

"Because if I remember right, when we split, you said you'd put a bullet in me the next time we saw each other, and then you did."

"I didn't mean anything by it, you know that," she said waving it off.

"Sure didn't feel that way to me," I said rubbing my arm. "But fine, you made your point. If I ever use one of the girls, I'll make sure to stay out of sight and out of mind. How about that?"

It was a long time before Ashe eventually replied. "You didn't even try asking me," she said, her voice low.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you never even tried asking me," she said louder. "You just went straight for those Overwatch girlscouts."

"Well, actually I did Ashe, back when you were getting settled in."

"That's not the same McCree, I thought you were joking."

"Well then, let me try again," I said laughing. "How about we have some fun, just like the old days?"

Ashe rolled her eyes and sighed. "Good enough I guess. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a lay?"

"What, jail didn't do it for you?"

"Please, shut up before I change my mind about this."

Ashe didn't strip, she just undid her tie, jacket and shirt to let out her breasts and got on her knees. We were already in the old rhythm of things.

"Just like I remember," I said, running a hand up under one of her pale globes and brushing the nipple. Taking out my cock I laid it across Ashe's face. "Juuuuust like the old days," I repeated, chuckling.

"Not exactly," Ashe huffed. "I've learned a thing or two since then," she said before suddenly swallowing my cock and greedily scoffing it down until her nose was pressed against my pubic hair.

I groaned in pleasure involuntarily as she started swallowing while I was still down her throat. "Dammit Ashe, warn me the next time you try inhaling my cock," I said through gritted teeth.

Impressively, even with my cock half way down her throat she didn't so much as gag once. She really had learned a few new tricks. After a few moments of getting me wet, she pulled back with a gasp and stood up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, frustrated.

"I've seen what you like with those Overwatch gals, what, you don't think I can do the same?"

"You never were one for anal," I said with a raised brow.

"That was then, this is now."

Ashe pulled down her pants and twisted around. It didn't take much convincing; I wasn't one to turn down ass. With my cock covered in spit, it easily found it's mark and slid into Ashe's behind. Despite the years, she felt every bit as good inside.

"Ugh," grunted Ashe. "Try pushing in deeper Jesse."

She had changed a lot. "You got it missy," I said.

Pushing deeper than I ever had with her before, I pressed more of my weight into her until I felt my balls come to a stop against her pussy.

"Mmmmm, welcome home Jesse, you miss me?" Ashe moaned out.

"Damn Ashe, down to the balls. You never did manage that when we were younger," I said with a whistle.

"Like I said, I've learned a thing or two," Ashe said proudly.

I pounded my weight down into Ashe's arched up ass happily. It'd been almost twenty years since I'd been in there and never so deep. And the best part was, she somehow felt better than she did when we were younger. Unlike Mercy who had the help of nanomachines, Ashe had simply aged gracefully, the years hardly touching her. But she was a grown woman now, not some 20-something which only made it better for me.

Oh I liked how the younger girls on the team like Hana and Lena felt, but there was just something satisfying about sticking it in the ass of a woman almost twice their age. I think it was the fact someone her age had no business still acting like such a whore.

Ashe grit her teeth and pushed through it all even as I continued to bottom out in her, even doing everything she could to milk the nut from me by squeezing me. She soon got what she wanted as I poured myself into her rear end. I pulled out and sat down in front of her, legs spread as she kept her ass arched up.

"You always did finish first," Ashe complained.

"Shoot first, ask questions later has always been my policy," I said gently slapping my cock against her face.

She frowned but got busy all the same with sucking me clean. I'd expected more protest but apparently Ashe had lost her squeamishness over going ass to mouth during the years.

"You better be ready for round 2 in a few minutes Jesse, I ain't done yet," Ashe said in between slurps of my cock.

"Oh I will darling."

~ Widow, Sombra

Brigitte struggled in her restraints. Her toned muscles strained against the cold metal of her shackles, but the steel cables anchored to the floor barely moved. She was forced to stay on her knees. If only she had her power armor, she could've stood up and snapped them easily, but she'd been stripped out of everything except her underwear and tee.

Widowmaker and Sombra stood together over her imposingly. The Frenchwoman's face was a mask of cold detachment while Sombra had a wry smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Come on Brigitte," Sombra said like they were friends. "Tell us what we want to know and this can all be over."

Brigitte stayed quiet and merely glared at the two other women.

Widow scoffed. "Bring him in," she said.

Sombra tsked. "Such a shame."

Two Talon agents hauled in McCree, unconscious and restrained as well, though in a chair instead. He was set down loudly in front of Brigitte; the sound of metal on concrete rung menacingly throughout the small room.

Brigitte glanced down quickly at herself and saw her nipples visible through the thin material of her shirt, but even worse than that was the fact she knew her underwear left little to the imagination. She was ashamed to admit it since the situation was so dire, but she was glad McCree was unconscious. If he wasn't, she wasn't sure her composure would handle it. It should've been the last thing on her mind and she got angry at herself for even caring, but she did.

With just Sombra and Widow in the room, she'd been able to keep a lid on things. She knew it was just an intimidation tactic by the Talon women, trying to keep her uncomfortable and off balance. But now that McCree was there, she felt a flush rising, even as she fought hard to keep stony faced.

"Last chaaance," Sombra musically mocked.

Widowmakers lips curled up cruelly.

Brigitte grit her teeth, preparing herself for whatever torture they were about to do to her friend and fellow Overwatch agent. She held no illusions that she would manage to hold out for long if they really hurt him, but she needed to buy time, any time, for the others to find them.

But the torture tools never came. Instead, Brigitte's stony expression broke into doe eyed shock when Sombra bent over, unbuckled McCree and pulled down his pants, making a soft though already large cock plop out onto his thigh.

It took her only a second to force the mask back into place, but Sombra had caught it and laughed mockingly.

"W-whatever you're planning, it won't work," Brigitte said unsteadily, trying and failing to restore her resolve.

Sombra ignored her and gripped McCree's member in her hand, stroking it slowly to life. In moments, Brigitte found herself staring at McCree's fully erect cock. With her work done, Sombra went around behind McCree's chair and pushed him forward. The sound of screeching metal filled the room as Brigitte was forced face to face with her friend's cock. She tried to back away, but the restraints gave her no room to.

"What are you doing?" Brigitte said nervously.

This time it was the Talon women who stayed silent. Brigitte had trained for a lot, but never for anything like this.

Widowmaker walked behind Brigitte, her heels clicking on the concrete slowly. Brigitte found the simple act of moving behind her more unnerving than she cared to admit. She soon felt the Frenchwoman's cold fingers clasp the sides of her head and stiffened at the strangely gentle touch. Then Widowmaker began pressing her face forward, towards McCree. Brigitte struggled at first, but the muscles in her neck couldn't hope to overpower Widow.

Inevitably, she was forced closer and closer until McCree's cock was practically right in her face. She tried to turn her face aside, but Widow simply tightened her grip and forced it back. Then Sombra joined back in on the humiliation as she gripped McCree's cock and aimed it at Brigitte's mouth. Brigitte closed her mouth as tightly as she could while McCree's meat poked her cheeks and lips, inadvertently making her taste him.

Sombra sighed petulantly and pinched Brigitte's nose shut. With Brigitte struggling so much, it wasn't long before her lungs were burning for air and she was soon forced to open her mouth. The instant she did, the two Talon women struck, using the opportunity to force her head forward and pushing McCree into her mouth.

Brigitte tried to spit him out, but that only amounted to lathering his cock with her tongue, eliciting sleepy groans from her teammate. If the other women had tried the tactic using one of their own agents, Brigitte would have had no qualms simply biting through the man, but with McCree, that just wasn't an option.

Widowmaker pressed harder against the back of Brigitte's head, forcing her to take McCree's cock deeper and deeper until it hit the back of her throat where it drew tears from the corners of her eyes and threatened to make her gag. But even then the Frenchwoman didn't stop. She didn't stop until she'd forced McCree's whole length down the bound girl's throat, cutting off her breath. Brigitte only felt the Frenchwoman let up once she'd been forced to swallow all of McCree, but the relief was short lived as Widowmaker just started bobbing Brigitte's head on the last few inches.
Brigitte sputtered and choked as the thick length slid down the back of her throat again and again, her spit bubbling up between her lips and McCree before running down her chin. She cursed herself for choosing to wear makeup that day as she felt her tears mix with her mascara and run freely down her cheeks. She could only imagine how messy her face looks to her tormenters but tried her best not to let the humiliation show.

Brigitte tried to keep herself from panicking as the seconds passed, but soon every moment she spent with McCree down her throat was another moment of her lungs demanding air. Right when Brigitte thought she would pass out, as stars began appearing in her vision, Widow finally let her up, pulling back hard on her hair.

Intense relief flooded Brigitte as she sucked down desperate lungful's of air, so much that she actually felt grateful to her captors. But as soon as she caught her breath, she angrily clamped down on the thought. They're just trying to break me. But I won't let them. I just need to hold on a little longer she thought to herself.

Then McCree stirred awake. As humiliating as things had been, the fact her teammate had been unconscious made the Talon tactics easier to endure. But the moment she saw his eyes go wide with shock and recognition when he looked at the absolute mess of her face, the humiliation became almost unbearable. Brigitte flushed uncontrollably as her two captors laughed. She felt torn between wanting to hide her face from McCree and not wanting to give the two women the satisfaction.

"What's going on?" McCree slurred.

"We've been captured," Brigitte pointed out, desperate for anything to take her mind off her situation. "Now they're interrogating us."

"That's one way to put it," Sombra said with a smirk. She then turned to McCree. "You're little friend there wasn't being very cooperative, how about you Jesse? You gonna play nice?"

Jesse's eyes squinted. "I don't do nice, missy."

"Mmm, pity," Sombra said, sounding completely unbothered. The two Talon women unceremoniously forced McCree's cock back into Brigitte's mouth.

"I-I'm sorry Brig, I can't-It's not like I can y'know... ugh," Jesse stumbled. He tried glaring at his captors, but with the beautiful engineer bobbing on his member, the effect was lost.

"Stop that! Let her up!" Jesse demanded as he noticed Brigitte sputtering and struggling in her restraints more and more the longer she was held down.

"That didn't sound very convincing, you wanna try again?" Sombra said.

"Let her up," Jesse growled.

"After you tell us the defense codes."

Jesse struggled with the choice. He didn't know what Talon intended to do with those codes, but in their hands, it could spell disaster. He weighed that up against the comfort of his teammate and made his choice.

"Not happening sweetheart."

"What a surprise, I figured you would say that," Sombra tittered.

"That's not-," Jesse said before his breath was stolen away by Widowmaker pressing Brigitte down.

The cycle of forced throatjob and brief respite went on three times before Brigitte was finally let up for longer than a few seconds to catch her breath. Sombra hauled back on McCree's chair, the screeching sound of metal filled the room again. She got down on her haunches so she was eye level with Brigitte. Pulling out a wet towelette, she cleaned the other girl up just a little.

Sombra tilted her head back at McCree. "Look at him, he's enjoying this. He doesn't care about you, I bet he's loving every second even seeing you go through all that. Just tell us the defense codes and this all stops."

Brigitte looked over Sombra's shoulder and locked eyes with McCree. He looked equal parts guilty and pleading.

"It-" Brigitte began wetly, her voice phlegmy. She coughed and cleared her throat before trying again. "It's not going to work Sombra," she said.

Sombra shrugged playfully. She went back to McCree and started pushing his chair forward again.

The lithe assassin went to Brigitte's front. She cupped Brigittes chin and tilted it up before trailing her finger lightly up the side of her face. "Such a fragile, pretty little thing," she said low. "How long do you think you can last?"

"Long enough for Overwatch to find us," Brigitte said, meeting the predatory eyes of the assassin.

"Think boring thoughts, think boring thoughts, think boring thoughts," McCree muttered quietly under his breath as he was brought back. It was apparent it wasn't working.

"She is stronger than she appears," Widowmaker said, a hint of annoyance creeping into her seductive accent.

"Then we go after the cowboy," Sombra replied easily.

This time, instead of forcing Brigitte back onto McCree's cock, Sombra did something that surprised the two captives; she started undressing. She straddled McCree's lap and tossed off the layers until only the bodyglove remained. She slowly unzipped the final layer until her supple breasts were right in front of McCree's face. Slinging her arms over his shoulders, she leaned forward more, until her nipple was almost brushing his lips, so close that it would only take a small motion to suck them into his mouth.

"Go on Jesse, you know you want to," Sombra said seductively.

McCree gulped but otherwise stayed still, refusing to give in to the unusual interrogation tactics.

Sombra pulled back and placed a hand on her heart dramatically. "I'm hurt McCree, don't you like me?"

Jesse McCree didn't know what to say.

"Maybe you'll like this," Sombra said as she gripped his cock and slid the tip up and down against her slit. Try as he might, McCree couldn't help but thrust his hips up, eager against his own judgement to sink into the beautiful woman. Sombra tittered again.

"The codes," she repeated.

McCree grit his teeth hard, the muscles in his jaw straining.

Sombra pushed him inside, though only the tip, teasingly, before pulling it back out. Again and again, she gave him small tastes of her lips. As the minutes wore on, McCree struggled more and more, until it looked like he was in physical pain from the frustration.

"Jesse, just hang on, don't let them win," Brigitte pleaded half way through, though McCree barely heard it.

Sombra eventually got off him. A thin, clear trail of fluid leaked from her, down her thigh, showing McCree wasn't the only one affected. She took a deep breath to steady herself and got between Brigitte and Jesse again. Grabbing his cock, she waved it in front of Brigitte's face.

"Do you want her to suck it again Jesse? Just say the word and I'll put it in her mouth. I doubt she'll mind, her profile says she likes Mexican," Sombra said with a smile.

Even though he was throbbing painfully with every heartbeat, McCree managed to bite down on his tongue. Brigitte stared at her teammate, her eyes grateful.

When Sombra saw he wouldn't give, she straddled him again and began teasing anew. As the minutes wore on, it was becoming clear to everyone that McCree was being slowly whittled away and that it wouldn't be long before he cracked. All he needed was one final push.

As Sombra was teasing McCree, she lost her grip. She'd been parting her lips with her fingers in a V so he could see just what he was missing out when she lost her grip. The teasing had been going on so long that he was absolutely coated with precum, both his own and hers. She wasn't above admitting she found the interrogation a little fun.

As McCree slipped out of her grip, he slipped into her other hole. With how slick he was, Sombra felt McCree slide easily into her asshole, though only the tip. She figured she would just go along with things, working the accident into the interrogation but changed her plans when she saw how he reacted.

McCree strained against his restraints like never before, with absolute desperation to bury himself to the hilt in Sombra's asshole. But she stood above him, just out of reach, only letting him having the smallest, most unsatisfying tastes of her ass. Though even just pushing in the tip, it was clear it was sending him wild.

"McCree," Sombra exclaimed with mock scandal. "How could you." She turned to Widow, knowing she had won. "Looks like we've been using the wrong holes. Who knew he was such a dirty one."

Brigitte whimpered.

Sombra straddled McCree and started gently slapping his rigid cock against her stomach. "Look at that, I think you'd almost go past my belly button."

McCree made a hitched sound, letting Sombra know she was close to winning; all she needed was one last push. But she didn't have to be the one to do it.

"You're up blue, I need a break," Sombra said.

Widow's eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that."

Sombra held up her hands in surrender as the two swapped places. She was no stranger to the backdoor, but seeing how hungry and desperate McCree was, she was a little afraid of what he might do to her ass and doubted she could maintain her composure. Better to let spider handle things.

"Mmmmm," Widow hummed, undaunted by the task her ass had been assigned. It wasn't the first time her assets had been used to further Talon's goals and she doubted it would be the last.

She seductively stripped out of her skintight bodyglove and took Sombra's place on McCree's lap where she quickly got to work. With mechanical precision, she aimed him at her ass and lowered herself, letting him bury half his meat in her with one smooth motion. A gasp tore out of McCree at the sudden intense pleasure enveloping him.

"I bet she's not as fun as me," Sombra teased. "No feelings this one."

But it was still far more than what Sombra had given him so he took Widow's ass greedily. The assassin let him have several strokes before taking him out and pushing him back, settling his cock between her cheeks.

"The codes," she repeated. "If you want more."

"Jesse, don't give in!" Brigitte yelled.

"Be quiet girl, or I'll shut you up with him."

Understanding and disgust dawned on Brigitte in equal parts the instant she heard the threat. Though McCree had a very different reaction, one the assassin caught. Widow arched her brow as she studied his face. "You would like that, non?" she said.

McCree swallowed involuntarily.

Widow experimentally dipped him back inside her rear, even deeper than before and got off. She grabbed Brigitte's head and pushed the poor girl forward. Brigitte struggled harder while McCree's breathing quickened the closer she was forced to his cock.

"You want to make her taste me, yes?" Widow whispered. "Just tell me the codes, and she will."

McCree broke. He knew he had broken and so did Brigitte who groaned in defeat. But he had one last thing he wanted to try. "Make her taste it," he said through gritted teeth, nodding his head in Sombra's direction.

"That's not how this works," Sombra said with a frown for the first time. "Give him a little while longer, he'll cave," she said to Widow.

"We do not have more time," Widow said coolly. She tilted her head. "Are you scared?"

Sombra scoffed, unwilling to be called out by her team mate. "Yeah right," she said as she strode back. "Fine, we do it your way." She got down on her knees, in between McCree's legs, her face inches from his slick cock. "The codes," she repeated.

"You first," he groaned, barely capable of speech more complex.

"The things I do for you people," Sombra muttered shaking her head. She opened up her mouth and let her captive slide over her tongue into the back of her throat, getting the full, heavy taste of her companion and finding it aggravatingly pleasant. She ran her tongue up his shaft and slurped on the tip, giving him a full show of it. "Ta-da," she said. "Now your turn."

"More," McCree moaned.

"Don't push your luck. Codes. Now," Sombra warned.

"McCree," Brigitte pleaded to deaf ears.

McCree gave the codes which Sombra quickly confirmed.

"Now, was that so hard?"

"I did what you said, now..." McCree said, trailing off, unable to make the request.

Sombra put him back in her mouth, sticking out her tongue when he went down her throat, making sure to be extra sloppy. She tried to jam him into the back of her throat so she would start tearing up too, knowing his preferences now. She looked up at him and made another proposal, timing it for when she felt her own mascara start running down her cheeks.

"You know this is the end for you at Overwatch. They'll never trust you again. You might as well be a pencil pusher there Jesse. But there are others that would appreciate your talents. Like us. Talon actually knows how to have fun Jesse," Sombra said as she buried her face in his cock, sticking her tongue out to lick his balls even as she held her breath. "Think of all the benefits of working with us instead," she said as she gasped for breath.

Widow straddled McCree again. "Oui, Talon... takes care of its own," she said as she slipped him back inside her ass, down to the balls this time, the eight inches hardly bothering her at all. McCree savored the tight confines of her ass for a moment before he began rabidly pumping into her, working out all the frustrations of the last few hours in a manic frenzy of sodomy.

The assassin let him vent using her body with ease. She rarely felt a thing anymore and found it an easy chore to endure his pounding.

Every so often, McCree would groan 'mouth' and Widow would climb dutifully off him to allow Sombra to clean his cock. While the Frenchwoman felt little, she admitted she did feel some measure of delight when her irritating companion had been forced to clean their captive with her mouth. Though that delight quickly vanished when she noticed how unbothered, and indeed, happy Sombra had been with her task, no matter how messy it got.

The constant back and forth left McCree slimy and covered in the juices of both Talon agents, but that didn't make Sombra hesitate a moment as she slurped the juices off McCree each time. After several rounds of ass to mouth, Sombra decided it was time to let him out of his restraints. It was a calculated risk at that point. She knew he'd gone too far to just stop now and so did he. Escape was the last thing on his mind.

As soon as he was free, he practically leapt up to grab Widow. He pushed her to her knees and pressed her face down into the concrete of the cell before he took her again. Wanting to entice him further, Sombra scooted over and settled her face on the small of the assassins back. She stuck her tongue out invitingly and waited for the inevitable. With such tempting holes on offer, McCree quickly settled into a routine of bottoming out in Widow's ass before shoving himself down Sombra's throat, back and forth endlessly.

Being able to live out his filthiest fantasies, it wasn't long before McCree felt himself near the edge. Gripping Widowmaker's hips he thrust himself as deep as he could into her and let loose a torrent of cum, the pent up frustrations of the interrogation making him drench her insides. The hours of edging made the eventual release nearly overwhelming and he collapsed on the assassins back as he rode out the final waves.

"I'm hurt McCree, I can't believe you chose her over me," Sombra teased.

When he was clear headed again, Sombra tried once more, thinking it had been enough to turn the cowboy. "Well Jesse, how about it? Come join us."

Brigitte whimpered again while McCree stayed silent. She stared at her companion pleading but he couldn't meet her eyes. When he didn't reply soon enough, Sombra tried another trick. Standing up she stripped off the last pieces of her bodyglove and twirled around. Circling her finger around the ring of her asshole, she made another offer he couldn't refuse. "You could have this wrapped around your cock any time you wanted on our side. Tell me that isn't better than whatever Overwatch can offer you."

McCree turned to look at Lacroix, who was still on her elbows and knees and made up his mind. He saw the gaping mess he'd made of her ass and loved the sight of something so wrong on someone so beautiful.

"Yes," he said guiltily.

"I knew you'd make the right choice," Sombra teased.

As Widow got to her feet, a slow trickle of cum started leaking out of her and trailing down the back of her thigh. McCree stared at the sight and thought if he was going to lose so much just because he couldn't keep it in his pants, he might as well make use of his situation. He turned to Sombra. "You said Talon takes care of its own right? Well let's see. I'm cashing in darling."

"I think you might be all cashed out Jesse," Sombra said looking down at his softening cock.

"Not what I meant," McCree said as he flicked his eyes towards the mess slowly trickling out of Widow.

Sombra followed his gaze. "Fine, fine," she said with a shrug. "I did say we know how to have fun." She knelt down behind the assassin and began lapping at the trail of cum, running her tongue slowly up the cold blue skin of her teammate until her face was buried in the other woman's ass and she was drinking straight from the source.

After a minute of eating out the other woman, Sombra opened her mouth, showing off the anal creampie she'd collected to McCree and swishing it around with her tongue. He was about to ask her to swallow when she did something better. Pulling the assassin close, Sombra pressed her mouth against the other woman's and the two began sharing the disgusting drink. Despite just cumming, McCree felt himself stirring back to life at the obscene sight.

Widow seemed disinterested if not a little annoyed by the antics, but played along and sucked on the tongue Sombra stuck in her mouth. Sombra turned back to McCree as the two finished their drink. "I think you'll like it here with us," she said as she scooped a stray trail of cum dribbling down her chin back into her mouth.

~~~

Not needing her anymore, the Talon agents agreed to release Brigitte on McCree's demand. The two shared a final moment before she left.

"Sorry," was all McCree managed to say.

"The team will understand, we'll get you back."

"It's too late for that Brigitte. I crossed a line."

"We'll get you back," Brigitte repeated more firmly.

~

McCree made his way slowly back to his quarters, lost in his own thoughts, but those thoughts were quickly interrupted as Sombra decloaked besides him.

"That was touching, really," she said.

"What do you want?" McCree growled.

"Just letting you know Gabe wants a briefing when he gets back. We'll want to know a few things and bring you up to speed on our end."

McCree grunted at that.

Not sensing he was in the mood for a chat, Sombra cloaked and disappeared.

While waiting to be briefed, McCree familiarized himself with the Talon base, a little surprised by the amount of freedom he was receiving. Eventually he found Sombra's station. Seeing the gorgeous Mexican woman brought up a flood of mixed feelings for him. She had burned him and made him betray his team, but he had to guiltily admit the methods she used were more than a little fun. Still, he saw her as the enemy and that wouldn't change.

Seeing how occupied she was at her terminal, McCree stalked towards her as stealthily as he could, but before he could get close Sombra spoke up. "You know we have these things called cameras right?" she swiveled in her chair towards him. "Howdy cowboy," she said tipping an invisible hat.

McCree groaned. Does everyone have to mock my clothes? He thought.

"Liking what you've seen?" Sombra asked.

"Bit low tech," he replied, not wanting to compliment the terrorist group.

Sombra shrugged. "Sometimes low tech is the best kind of tech; makes it harder for people like me to get in. What can I do for you Jesse?"
McCree wanted to say nothing and leave; he didn't want to fraternize with the enemy after all. He might be with them but he didn't have to be buddies with them. But Sombra was wearing nothing but her bodyglove and it complimented every curve on her. McCree's eyes ran up her legs, stomach and chest, noting how the glove hid virtually nothing.

"You said any time I wanted."

Sombra tilted her head and smiled slyly. "Taking advantages of the benefits so soon? I wonder what Mercy would say."

A sting of guilt stabbed at him, but it wasn't enough to change his mind. "Is that a no?"

Sombra got out of her chair and undid her bodyglove with a command. The smart fabric slipped from her soft body and piled up at her feet where she stepped out from it. She pushed her chair away but otherwise stayed at her station. "If you don't mind, I've still got something to take care of."

McCree decided he was going to do his best to distract her from getting any of that work done. Getting behind her, he spat on his fingers and quickly rubbed it into and around her brown star before carelessly stabbing himself into her, eager to vent his resentment on the woman who compromised him.

Sombra's body arched away from the sudden intrusion and sharp stinging, sucking in a breath as she did. "I thought you Overwatch boy scouts played nice," she said.

"I told you, I don't do nice, missy," McCree said as he pulled her back and jammed in again.

"Well in that case, you'll be a perfect fit here," Sombra said, laughing at her own joke. "It'll be a lot more interesting when it isn't just Gabe surprising me like that all the time."

"Gabe...? You're lying," McCree said shocked.

"Do I feel like I'm lying?" Sombra replied, squeezing his member. "I told you we have more fun here."

McCree was stunned into silence that Talon had worked out a similar arrangement.

Sombra tried to capitalize on the moment. "You made the right decision Jesse. You think that prissy bitch Angela or straight laced Fareeha would ever let you bend them over and stick it up their ass?" McCree half snorted and laughed at the suggestion, almost breaking his cover. You have no idea he thought. Luckily, Sombra took it the wrong way. "But Frenchie, the potato and I don't mind."

"Potato?" McCree asked.

"You've met, Moira."

It'd been a long time since McCree had last seen his former Blackwatch teammate. He intended on making it a happy reunion. But in the meantime, he enjoyed Sombra as she continued working.

~

"Come on McCree, I'm getting sore down there," Sombra said mockingly after the 30 minute mark. She was trying to get him to finish quicker and it worked if the twitching she felt inside her was any indication. "You keep this up any longer and I'm not going to be able to sit down properly at the briefing."

She was only half joking. Sombra was a little surprised by McCree's stamina. When the team had agreed on the new arrangement, Reaper and the others barely lasted minutes when they first started taking advantage. It had taken them months before they started lasting as long as McCree. She filed the thought away and focused on squeezing the turncoat, coaxing him to coat her insides sooner. Still, I better enjoy this while I can Sombra thought. Once Moira finishes her 'upgrades' things are only going to get a lot tougher.

McCree's hand grabbing the top of her shoulder broke her out of her thoughts. Playtime must be over. McCree hauled her into him as he pumped forward, firing spurt after spurt of cum deep into her. Sombra felt the hot, heavy splashes inside her as the thick fluid filled her up.

"It's like you're part of the team already," Sombra said as McCree pulled free. She clenched herself shut, not wanting to make a mess on the floor and spun around to her knees. Quickly popping McCree into her mouth, she gave him a quick once over, slurping off the mixture of cum and her own juices leaving him spotless. She usually didn't go that far for Gabe, but she wanted to make good impressions on the new addition.

"Now, off you go cowboy," she said, slapping McCree's shoulder. "And don't get in too much trouble, I'm watching remember?"

~ Moira

Eventually, McCree made his way into science where he found his old teammate. Stepping into a lab filled with equipment he could barely describe, he saw Moira staring intently at some incomprehensible readouts on her PDA. Everything seemed pretty typical for what you'd expect to find in some lab with one exception, at one of the workstations, a hologram of what was clearly a sizable cock floated in midair.

"Moira," McCree stated as he entered.

Moira ignored him at first, too focused on whatever results she was going over. After a moment of study, she tapped in some commands before slowly lifting her head. "McCree," Moira said. "Sombra informed me you'd been turned."

McCree grumbled at that. "There was coercion involved."

Moira laughed. "Is that what you call it? I must admit, while it is a crude method, it is undeniably an effective one. I'll need to withdraw my complaints."

McCree changed the subject and thumbed in the direction of the holographic cock. "What's with the holo? I didn't take you for type."

"Funny as always McCree," Moira stated dryly. "It's a bio enhancement project; to improve the size and nerve density of the male reproductive organ."

McCree was at a loss for words.

"Don't have anything to say? Now isn't that a first."

"Why?" McCree eventually managed.

"As I'm sure you're aware, we have a new arrangement at Talon. And it was decided that an improvement to your... biology would benefit that arrangement." Moira enjoyed the expression on McCree's face. When he had nothing more to say to that, Moira spoke again. "Well get on with it and leave me to my work."

"With what?" McCree asked, his confusion bringing him back into the conversation.

"So you came down here simply to catch up with an old friend did you?" Moira asked sarcastically.

"No," McCree drawled.

"I didn't believe so. Well then go ahead, I'm well prepared for my new duties."

McCree eyed his former teammate up and down. He'd never considered her much of a romantic prospect, but seeing her thin form in the black Talon bodyglove put her in a new light. They sure like wearing bodygloves here, not that I'm complaining McCree thought.

Unbuckling his belt, McCree approached her. As he got close, Moira suddenly put up her hand, halting him. "A moment. Perhaps you could at least make yourself useful while you're enjoying services rendered. I need a test subject McCree," she said.

"Test subject?"

Moira turned to the hologram.

"Oh no, I don't think so. I prefer my business not being riddled with cancer."

Moira snorted. "Please, my procedures are perfectly safe, now." But despite the reassurance, Moira saw he still wasn't convinced. "Besides, have you even considered the benefits?"

McCree nodded for her to go on. "As much as I'm sure you'll enjoy taking advantage of our current arrangement, you'll find a great deal more pleasure after the enhancement. For instance, I expect I'll be a great deal more delightful," Moira said, making her best attempt at seduction.

It might not have been very good, but it was still enough to convince McCree.

"Alright fine, you got your guinea pig. Just don't make it fall off?"

"That hasn't happened since the version 128." McCree froze. "That was a joke McCree."

"Funny. Just do it before I change my mind."

Moira had McCree undress and get seated before she got to work, intravenously placing tubes into his thigh. McCree watched as two separate mixtures of golden yellow and oily purple-black fluid flowed down the tubes into his leg where his veins quickly turned black and sickly.

"Nothing to be alarmed about; all perfectly normal," Moira stated clinically to no effect.

"I'm having second thoughts about this," McCree said.

The blackened veins crawled their way up McCree's thigh, snaking their way towards his crotch and soon enveloping his cock. Though he expected pain, he felt none, even as he watched his veins pulse. After several moments, the blackened coloration began fading and soon his skin was unblemished again. Everything looked normal, with one exception; his cock was noticeably larger.

Moira bent down and studied it closely, shifting it this way and that to get a look from every angle before nodding approvingly. "No defects noted," Moira said.

McCree whistled. "I can see that darling."

Moira retrieved her PDA and a scanning device that she waved over him. "Achieve tumescence, I need data."

"Tu-what?"

Moira sighed. "I need you to get hard."

"Oh. Why didn't you just say so. Sure, I just need your help."

"With?" Moira asked, raising a brow.

"Take that off," McCree said, pointing at her chest piece.

Moira sighed again and placed down her PDA and scanner. After fiddling with the controls on her armor, the hardplate detached from her bodyglove with a soft sound and Moira set it down. She shifted uncomfortably; unlike Widow, she felt exposed without the rigid pieces in place. The skintight bodyglove underneath left virtually nothing to the imagination after all. Still, she wouldn't let some measure of discomfort keep her from her scientific obligations. She ran her finger down the invisible seam on the front of her bodyglove. The touch command looked like it was slicing the clothing open.

Moira let the smart fabric roll off her shoulders and expose her small but perky breasts. Sexuality was far from a major concern for her, but she had to admit some small measure of pride when she saw McCree quickly stiffen to fullness.

"Holy shit," McCree stated as he watched his own cock grow to new proportions.

"Impressive," Moira murmured. "Better than the projections predicted. Is it done?" she asked.

McCree chuckled. "Not quite. Still need a bit more 'help' to get to the finish line."

"Very well." Moira knelt down between his knees where McCree began fondling her small breasts and pinching her nipples annoyingly. But it had the desired effect; he hardened further so she kept her complaints to herself. McCree then grabbed his cock by the base and started slapping it gently against the scientists face. Moira wished to object to the humiliating treatment, but again couldn't deny its effectiveness.

"That's it," he said, admiring his new 12 inch cock. "I can't wait to get this up your ass."

Moira startled at the crude statement. She'd been so preoccupied with the scientific aspect, she briefly forgot about the more practical implications. She looked over McCree's organ again in a new light, this time with less curiosity and a good deal more worry. She forced the thoughts away. Like always, the science must come first, no matter what, and she needed data.

Moira got to her feet and rummaged around for the bio sensors; trying to focus on the science and keep her mind off what was to come. "Place this on your pelvis," she said as she handed one to McCree.

"What's it do?" he asked as he pressed it onto his skin.

"It measures nerve activity," she said, grateful for the question. "It'll tell me whether the sensitivity enhancement has worked or not."

"Oh I think I'll be able to tell you that."

Moira gave the cock another look and decided to find the lube Sombra had given her. She hadn't needed it in months as she'd become quite accustomed to Gabrielle's intrusions, but this was going to be different.

She eventually found it and quickly lubed herself up before going over to McCree who stayed seated. She bent over slightly at the waist, lowering her ass for him. "When you're ready," she said, her eyes focused on her PDA and the readouts.

McCree guided his tip towards her rear entrance and prodded at it a moment before he gripped her by the hips and started pulling her down. He gasped involuntarily as his cockhead slipped past her sphincter into her asshole; the unfamiliar and overwhelmingly intense pleasure had caught him off guard.

"Yup, I think it worked," he said through gritted teeth.

The first few inches were easy for her despite the thickness so Moira managed to keep her attention on the readouts, they confirmed what McCree said. Nerve activity was up by 314%, more than tripling the intensity of every sensation he felt.

McCree continued pulling her down, forcing more and more of his now massive cock into the thin Irishwoman.

"Enhancement proves more than capable of proceeding past sigmoid colon," Moira said, trying to keep her mind on the clinical side of things. She both felt and saw McCree continue to slide deeper into her. She felt him push through a small resistance inside as he bulldozed past the bend in her sigmoid, and saw the same thing happening on her PDA, the scanners around the room giving her a perfect view of what was happening inside her body. She noted the way his cock forced her insides straight and gulped at seeing how much left there was still to go.

McCree never stopped hauling on Moira. He kept feeding inch after inch into her, with every inch conquering new, never before touched territory inside her.

"Proceeding into the descending colon," Moira stated, her voice strained. "Nerve activity continuing to rise." Moira wanted to be interested in how the results were exceeding all the simulated models, but more and more of her mind was being occupied by the dominating presence inside her guts.

She glanced at the internal display and was shocked to see how much McCree had stuffed inside her but relieved too at the same time knowing there wasn't much more to go.

McCree pulled down on Moira suddenly, driving the last couple inches into her abruptly, almost knocking the wind out of her.

Moira closed her eyes and groaned, desperately trying to acclimate the punishing size inside her. "H-human trials proving to be a success," she said. She looked at her PDA display again and startled at just how much space McCree was taking up inside her. The way her organs had been readjusted to accommodate him made her body look anatomically incorrect, like she was a poorly designed sex toy rather than a woman. Then McCree gripped her hips and started moving her around on him, demolishing those thoughts.

As he moved her, his cock stirred around inside her guts, shifting everything torturously. Moira held onto her PDA with a white knuckle grip as she tried to focus on the readouts as McCree sodomized her. Right as she was beginning to relax though, McCree started pushing her back up and off. The sudden removal of the monstrous cock inside her left Moira feeling hollow and empty. That feeling didn't last long though as McCree quickly pressed himself back in and repeated the whole process over again, only faster that time. Moira kept her eyes on the display, watching herself as McCree rammed her organs straight with every thrust, with every moment passing making her feel less certain about the benefits of their current arrangement.

By the 5^th repetition, Moira's PDA was dropped and long forgotten as she held onto the arms rests for dear life as McCree used her like a sex toy, pounding into her guts with full length strokes each time. Each pump drove visibly into Moira as the enhanced cock raised a slight bulge in her stomach as it pummeled its way through her. Her world had been reduced down to the sensations of being packed full and left desperately empty, her only concern anymore was trying get used to the gut churning sodomy.

Moira didn't know how long passed before she felt a tide of warmth start flooding her but some part of her mind told her it was a good thing. McCree pulled her off one last time, and without him supporting her, she fell sprawling forward onto the floor, her legs too shaky to support her own weight.

McCree whistled again seeing the demolished state of Moira's ass; it gaped wetly with every heaving breath, almost like it was struggling to close.

"So, what do ya think doc?" McCree asked. "Enough data?"

"Y-yes," Moira said. "I believe so." She reached out across the floor and collected the discarded PDA. She found the rooms cameras and observed her own battered hole, huffing in outrage at the damage done. "Did you have to be so... thorough McCree?" she complained.

"Just tryna help," he said unapologetically.

Moira struggled to get up, but only managed to get to her hands and knees. The sight gave McCree new ideas. "Actually, you mind cleaning me up in the meantime?"

Moira was simply too tired to argue or even be much annoyed by the request so simply crawled between his legs. He was still semi-rigid and far too large to swallow, so Moira reasoned she needed to lick his shaft from base to tip from several angles to clean it all. She set to the task of licking and slurping up the mixture of her own juices and McCree's residual ejaculate.

"Is that sufficient?" Moira asked after several rounds of polishing his pole.

"I reckon so. How you fairin' doc? Enjoy the taste?" McCree needled.

"If you've had your fun, I'd appreciate being left to my work," Moira deadpanned.

"You got it doc," McCree said before heading off.

~ Widowmaker

"Alright Widow, show time."

The French woman merely nodded. She knew what had to be done.

Widow had been so cooperative during her stay with us, that Jack had deemed it an acceptable risk for her to run some ops for us, ops specifically suited for her talents.

~

I watched and listened through the cam feed as Lacroix completed the trade. She'd be trading her assets for critical intel on Talon operations from a compromised agent inside; one we'd identified as being particularly vulnerable to Widow's charms.

The man handed Widow a briefcase and after long minutes of inspecting the contents and verifying them, Widow seemed satisfied.

"Then as agreed?" Widow's husky voice said.

"As agreed," the Talon agent repeated, anticipation obvious in his voice.

Lacroix nodded once before pulling up her qipao and finding some nearby furniture to offer herself on. She spread apart her legs until she was doing the splits and half turned back to the man.

"One hour then," she said, giving him her consent to begin the transaction.

The Talon agent wasted no time and frantically stripped off before plunging desperately into the lilac assassin's offered ass. Widow didn't even grunt as the man began thrusting into her.

"Is everything to your liking," she asked as the man rutted into her.

"I've been wanting to do this for years," the man said.

"I see."

The man clearly wanted to enjoy every moment of the deal and ran down the clock to practically the last second before he finally finished in Lacroix. He pulled his softening meat back trailing strings of semen from Widow's ass. The man had been almost as vicious as Tracer usually was and left the assassin's delectable hole a gaping and brutalized mess; though Lacroix herself gave no indication of this. As soon as the Talon agent had finished, she'd climbed off her perch and rolled down her dress, easily ignoring the tenderized meat of her hole and semen rolling down her thigh.

Instead, she offered her wrist to the man that had just sodomized her, expecting a kiss. Surprise caught the man off guard and he hesitated to give her the gentle gesture. It wasn't the usual reaction to sodomy so that was to be expected. But nevertheless, the man eventually bent down to kiss Lacroix's offered wrist and thanked her. Widow nodded demurely and stalked off to exfiltrate.