Chapter 6 - Brigitte

 The don and his men all sat around the glimmering pool behind his mansion as Sombra made the delivery. Despite being a man in his seventies, Don Padilla still liked to think of himself as the man he was in his forty years ago. He drank, smoked, drove sports cars recklessly, and liked to prove himself by fucking the hottest little things around. By now, most of his men knew that he only needed to fancy a weather caster on TV to have her delivered to him the very next day. 

 Which is why Don Padilla thought he should raise the stakes for his seventy-first birthday. “Muchacos, it’s time to see what the young lady has brought me, eh?” 

 Sombra stood by the gift-wrapped box. “Ready?” 

 The old man withheld a groan as he stood up from his comfortable chair and stepped towards it. “I was born ready. Go ahead.” 

 Sombra pulled a single end of the fluffy red ribbon wrapped around the large box. As soon as it happened, the faces of the box shuddered and fell away, leaving only the beauty within. Brigitte knelt there, dressed entirely in white lingerie, her hair and makeup perfectly done.

 As the Swede took a look around at the fat and balding old men surrounding her, her heart skipped a beat. “Where am I?” she asked in English. 

 Sombra took a look at her and giggled darkly. “Estás en tu nuevo hogar. Enjoy.” The don gave her a final embrace as she took off, and Brigitte noticed Sombra stiffen as his gnarled hand went across her ass during the goodbyes. 

 As her old enemy took off, the don made a face and quickly motioned to a few of his guards to follow her. What was that about?

 Brigitte stared at the approaching old man. “No need to be afraid, eh? Come, come. Let me introduce you,” said the don. 

 Brigitte gulped. What was she supposed to do? Where is this place? They were speaking Spanish, and from the distance she could see smoky mountains entirely covered in greenery. It had to be someplace in south America. For a moment, the Swede considered running away. But where would she even go? This place was unknown to her, and she was completely unarmed. 

 I’ll have to try my luck at it later. Given her protective nature, she immediately began to wonder where her friends might be. They were all taken away by those awful people. What in the world was happening to Pharah right now? Or Tracer? I need to get out of here and save them. 

 Don Padilla beckoned her again, and the redhead finally emerged and walked towards him. Even without heels, she still towered over the bald old man, her youthful and flawless skin a reminder of his increasing age as it stood in comparison to his leathery wrinkled skin and coarse body hair sprouting from all over, including his nose and ears. 

 Brigitte tried to remain calm as the old man presented her to his men, speaking to them in Spanish. There were some congratulatory comments, then he turned her around and showed off her assets, casually running his hand back and forth across the round beauty of her ass as her breasts pressed against his bony chest. 

“Everyone here loves you already, you see?” 

 He was being so nice that Brigitte found it difficult not to smile back. “Gracias.” 

“Aha! So you speak Spanish, eh? You’ll be right at home here. Tell me, what can I get you? A drink? Ice cream? Come now, relax, this is your home now.” 

 That won’t be happening, sadly… thought the redhead. All in all, she was expecting much worse when she got put in that box. This was a little awkward so far, but there was something gratifying about being in the spotlight of so many people. Why in the world was I brought all this way? 

“It cost me a pretty penny to bring you here, you know?” the old man went on. “Several million, in fact.” 

“You p-paid that much for me? Wow…” 

 The old man grinned, and Brigitte found his perfect white teeth oddly disturbing given his liver-stained face and hanging skin. “Of course.” 

“I would’ve come for free if you asked.” 

 Don Padilla laughed and told his friends of their exchange in Spanish. Then, he clapped his hands and yelled for drinks, at which point a whole host of young girls in bikinis walked out carrying trays of refreshments, so many of them that there were at least two for every one of the men seated around the pool. The sight of their creamy tanned skin and large shining eyes made Brigitte wonder why in the world anyone would’ve kidnapped her instead. 

“They’re so beautiful…” 

“Not as beautiful as you,” said the don, playfully patting her ass. “Come, I think we need to relax together.” 

 The old man took her by the hand and led her back to his pool chair, then lay down with her, caressing her body as he spoke to his men. One of the girls winked and Brigitte and offered her a drink, and it wasn’t long until she started feeling completely at home despite the strangeness of it all. They sure are nice and welcoming people… I just hope the others are faring just as well. 

 Given how smart Mercy was and how strong Pharah could be, they were probably free already. Brigitte found herself wishing they would come after her… but not before she got a chance to be with these people some more and get in the hang of it. Even being touched by the old man wasn’t so bad given how loving he was being to her. 

 As Brigitte looked around her, though, she noticed that a few of the don’s men were starting to focus less on their conversation and more on their female partners. More than half began to engage in some form of sex, while the others were getting drunker and closer to that themselves. 

 The old man took Brigitte’s hand and brought it down to his dick. “Why don’t we have some fun together as well?” 

 Hard to refuse with everything that was going on. Brigitte reached down and took out an aged dick that was completely limp. She stroked it as the old man kissed her, sucking on her tongue, then saw him crunch down a pill and wash it down with some booze. 

 As they kept making out after that, his dick began to harden, enough that he reached to pull her panties and ordered her to get on top of him. “I want to make you come, chiquita. Come on.” 

 Briggite straddled him awkwardly, afraid to crush him under the weight of her body, and began to ride a shaft she barely felt as he enthusiastically spanked her ass. 

“Look!” he told his guys. “Look! This is why Overwatch is so beloved, eh?” 

 She was happy that the old man enjoyed himself, but she herself did not… The combination of being too scared to hurt him by going at it too hard combined with his non-existent thrusts and cooperation made the whole thing feel purely theatrical. 

 As her eyes locked with his, she could see the first sparks of anger there. “What’s this? Aren’t you having fun?” 

 His tone made Brigitte get goosebumps. As she looked around, she finally noticed the powerful guns holstered at the sides of all the guys there. Were they wearing guns all along?... 

“What is this shit?” the old man snapped. “Can you ride me properly or not?” 

 Thinking it would help if she pretended to enjoy it, Brigitte made a cartoonish ahegao face and begged him to fuck her harder. The lieutenants surrounding the don tried to stifle their laughter, but the old man was not amused. “Enough,” he said coolly. 

 Don Padilla got her off and sat up in the chair. Looking at Brigitte, he ordered, “Go bring Hector.” 

“Hector?” asked one of his lieutenants. “Here?”

“Do as I say!” 

 Brigitte wasn’t sure what the men were saying but the tone made her worry. What did she do to displease him? I even tried to pretend. 

“I try to be nice to you, and this is what you do, eh? Humiliate me in front of my men?” said the old man. 

“N-No! I wasn’t-” 

 The old man slapped her and shook his head. “Enough of that.” 

 Brigitte thought some kind of executioner would be emerging at any moment. Instead, what came around the house was a farmer, flanked by two armed guards, dragging after him a healthy-looking mule. 

“Ehe! There’s my boy!” said Don Padilla, going to pet his donkey. Though Hector was only a few years old, his family had been in the don’s family for generations, and became a lucky charm of sorts. 

 Brigitte wasn’t sure what to make of the donkey before her. It was only when the old man started leading him towards her that she got the first inkling. Surely he’s not…

“Since I’m not man enough to satisfy you, I’m guessing you must be a real size queen, eh?” snapped the old man. “That’s very good. See, Hector is more than qualified. His line is gifted.” 

 Brigitte started eyeing the donkey’s cock as it dangled beneath his belly. Though the donkey himself was a light grey, his penis was intensely black, with a few streaks of white going down the side. 

“Go on.” The old man prodded her with his foot. “Suck it.” 

“No, listen. I’m sorry.”

“I said suck it!” he shouted. “Now! Do it!” The don pulled out his gun and held it at her head. “Suck it.” 

 Tears came to her eyes as she gazed upon the grotesque dick. She would’ve done it if she could get herself to approach it, but just the smell of the donkey alone was enough to make her want to throw up. “Please…” 

“Three.” 

“Please!” 

“Two.” 

“Fine, then! Just shoot me!” 

“One.” 

 Suddenly, the old man lifted the gun and blew the brains out of one of the more distant girls. The other women screamed and started crying, though the men quickly took out their weapons, ready in case they should try to run. 

 Brigitte sobbed and stared at the dick. There was no way she could do this… No way… 

“Now, let’s try that again. Three.” 

 The members of Overwatch were supposed to save innocents, not get them killed…

“Two.”

“Okay,” said a reluctant Brigitte. “Okay.” 

 She crawled over to the donkey with her eyes closed and put her face up against his shaft, startled to feel its intense heat. “Now, suck,” she heard him say. 

 It was no longer necessary for the old man to count. In spite of her reservations, Brigitte stuck out her tongue and began to move it up and down the filthy donkey dick, doing her best to think away from its taste as it throbbed and swayed heavily. 

 The lieutenants all made a sound of disgust, and even the women that were previously terrified acted like they were about to throw up. Only the don cheered her on and clapped his hands. “Si, si, you like it! Very good! I guess you just prefer animals, eh?”

 The old man crouched down next to her and gave her instructions. “Now make sure you bring the head into your mouth, eh? You want to make Hector here feel good. He’s a very good boy. You’re just a worthless European bitch that deserves to be skinned alive. And maybe, if you can’t make Hector happy, you will be.” He said all of it with such a positive smile that Brigitte immediately took the head of the donkey’s cock in her mouth, even as she wept all over it. 

 The taste of his flesh and piss invaded her mouth, but Brigitte could feel thick gooey dollops starting to emerge and fill her mouth that felt more like cum. Her hands went up to stroke the shaft as the don ordered while she cradled the head in her heated mouth, using her spit and tongue to pleasure Hector as much as possible. 

 Pleased with the sight, Don Padilla gave instructions to his men to help Brigitte out with the next part. “Now, get down and put your ass up for young Hector over here. He’s about to give you what you’ve been craving.” 

 At this point, Brigitte just followed the orders given to her obediently, no longer mentally able to resist the old man. She could hear the donkey grunting as he moved above her, then sensed the shaft grinding against her asscheeks. The don and his men laughed, then she could feel the head of the dick rubbing against her pussy’s lips.

“Do you like that? Say you like it, you filthy puta.” 

 Brigitte sobbed and let her overwhelming anxiety take over. “I love it,” she mewled. 

“Say: Te amo, Hector.”

 Shivering all over, she struggled to put out the words. “Te amo, Hector.” 

 Everyone laughed, even the girls that were terrified before, and then the dick pushed inside of her and left her gasping in pain, a shaft so big that Brigitte just grimaced as only the head was enough to fill her up. 

“Push!” the old man ordered. “Push!” 

 The donkey started moving again and Brigitte shrieked as the whole length of its dick attempted to impale her. It was so agonizing that she instinctively tried to move away, but the don’s men held her down, forcing her to take it as she wept. 

“That’s right,” said the old man happily, and puffed on his cigar. “You’re a real size queen, eh?” 

 Hector moved forwards, his whole body shaking as he got ready to come. The crowd cheered on, begging him to do it. Just as Brigitte screamed from the dick bulging through her stomach, Hector finally came, spilling his donkey seed right into her womb. 

 As the heat overtook her, the Swede could feel herself coming as well, hearts of pleasure lighting up her eyes as the cock swept through her insides and filled up her womb as far as it could go. As the orgasms came, her entire body shuddered, losing control from the shockwaves coming from her lower body. I don’t enjoy this… I don’t… 

 The men led him away, patting him proudly on the rump, while the old man stood over Brigitte. “Now that was finally what you wanted, wasn’t it? I wanted to give you a nice home here, but I guess that’s too much for a puta like you. And none of my men would lay a finger on you after you defiled your body in such a way. To think that Brigitte of Overwatch would be a lover of donkey cock. How disgusting. The whole world is going to see this.” 

 The whole world? But that wasn’t true… I didn’t enjoy it… I didn’t… There was so much seed dripping out of her, all of it so hot. She could still feel it roiling in her womb...

 There was no protesting. Two of the guards grabbed her and led her away, indifferent to her pain and suffering, only chatting with each other in Spanish and occasionally spitting on her. 

