Chapter 1 - Version 1 (Solo)

 
 
DORADO, MEXICO
City of Gold Institution, Vishkar Corporation
 
Satya Vaswani, better known to the world at large as Symmetra, sighed. It was a sigh of stress, edging towards frustration. She pushed herself back from the document-covered table, making paper flap to the floor. She used to be so calm, so collected, so… boring. Her time with Overwatch had made her into an adrenaline junkie. She’d managed to maintain a calm and collected outward personality, but now she could never deny that those inner desires, for excitement and pain and fear, existed. She stared bitterly at the documents, hating them. Beyond paper pushing, she had learned first-hand how easy it was to make real change through physical strength. The war against the Omnics, and against the rest of Overwatch had taught her that sometimes force could only be answered with force. Sweat dripping down the chocolate skin of her forehead, Symmetra raised her good arm and concentrated, breathing out as she formed a cohesive ball of blue light hovering just above her fingers. The form was unstable, “dripping” onto her palm, the circle wavering. With a sharp exhale she dropped her hand, and the ball fell to the floor where it broke apart like a liquid. Her concentration was so shot she couldn’t even form hard light - and she was expected to give a presentation tomorrow! The papers behind her would all have to be filled out and stacked neatly, all two thousand of them. If she was still in her prime, she could do it. She thought she could. “The path is open,” she said, letting out air through her teeth. That was what she was supposed to say to open the new Dorado plant. She hoped to find comfort in the mantra, but it was fruitless. It was only when she sat back down and tried to pick up the pen that she felt the itch inside her driving her to get up and do something. As she felt the stress rise, something else rose also, straining against her thigh as it had been threatening to do all day.
 
Her single-piece cyan dress had a long, trailing loincloth between her legs, and it bulged obscenely near her knees. “Oh god, not again,” she wailed, cursing her biology. She was born with a cock and it had become the bane of her existence. The obscene piece of meat was almost twenty inches when fully hard, and insatiable: she had masturbated to orgasm five times yesterday. There was a gallon jug near her feet that she had managed to fill to the rim, and needed to empty into the toilet, although it still smelled strongly of spunk. Symmetra hadn’t dared masturbate when a technician could have entered the room at any time, and every hour she’d had to tape her dick back down to her thigh as the adhesive eventually gave up the fight against her python. It was this more than anything that had resulted in her present frown: Peeling the old tape off her meaty cock and pinning it to her thigh again was just disheartening. She had even tried tucking the cockhead into her thigh-high stocking to keep it restrained, but all this achieved was an even more intense lust as her glans was stimulated with every step she took.
 
More than a couple of the pages in the finished stack were stuck together with shemale glue. Her balls were bigger than apples, plump and round and needy. Tight underwear and aggressive tucking only went so far - when in action it had become necessary to use holographic cloaking to hide the bulging member. And as she fed her need, it only grew. The loincloth trailed to the side as the impressive meat-log rose to its peak, breaking free from the panties and the tape and throbbing angrily before Satya’s eyes.
 
She looked up at the security monitor, which was showing images from cameras all over the Dorado plant. There was even a camera pointed at her right at that moment, its little blue eye staring unblinking, but at least unjudging. She saw herself; her piercing yellow eyes and lush skin; which was a little lighter than the average Indian woman; her sleek black hair and glowing blue crystal earrings. She saw her synthetic arm that had replaced her natural limb long ago, her ample chest tightly caressed by her dress, and almond-colored lips, edges twitched downwards in a frown. The world knew her well in her Overwatch uniform, and so that is how she was dressed for her appearance tomorrow - visor, heels and the lot, with the loincloth nicely showing off her toned copper thighs. And, of course, she saw the massive throbbing she-dick sticking from between her legs, the urethra red around the rim from plenty of abuse.
 
More importantly, she saw that the last technician had vacated the plant for the night. She had been keeping an eye on him the whole time, only getting her papers done (at a tenth of the normal speed) because he was keeping her from masturbating. Satya was a very careful person, and there was no way she could have orgasmed with the chance to be caught. She had been hiding it since before she was even a teenager, knowing that something was different about her, something wrong even. In the slums of India, she had no chance to explore her body. People were packed like sardines, and virtually the only chance one ever had completely to themselves was in a bathroom stall, and anyone who’s tried to masturbate while sitting there knows that it’s next to impossible, and certainly without much pleasure, so Symmetra grew up both closeted and intensely self-curious, having to wait half her life before she finally could afford a tiny abode where she could properly explore her body.
 
The long wait and intense self-denial had turned her into a deviant. She had heard, of course, that women had a place between their legs that they would shove things inside. It was only natural, then (if unlucky) that she had misunderstood what she heard. Her throbbing cock didn’t look like it was made for accepting anything, but she tried anyway, and to her amazement, found that the small probe she had purchased from a local sex shop had slid right into her dick. From that first moment of masturbation, mere manual stimulation would never be enough.
 
Tenderly she reached out and slid her fingers around the tip of her aching dick, using her sharp nails to tease the gaping piss-hole as it stared back at her frankly. With a resigned sigh, she dug her index finger into the slit and its muscles gripped hungrily at her digit. “J-just one time,” she said to herself, almost immediately plunging two fingers down the hole to the second knuckle. She hissed, not out of pleasure or stress but certainly frustration as what should have offered release only felt lackluster. She had sustained herself on covertly-purchased metal sounds in her twenties, and one crazed day, began to form twisting shapes out of hard light, stuffing them mercilessly down her cock as far as they would go. There was nothing so sensitive as her urethra, and she supposed that females must feel something similar to that, but she guessed, less intense. Now 28, Symmetra had become obsessed with pushing the boundaries of her pain and pleasure. It was a runaway system, a downward spiral with seemingly no bottom. No type of normal masturbation was truly satisfying now despite the obscene amount of cum she would pump out during a pleasureless hand-assisted orgasm. Only using her cock as a tight pussy brought her any amount of real, lasting relief. And the aching only returned in a day, stronger than ever.
 
Satya pulled her fingers free and spun the chair to her monitor, clicking through the security footage one last time, just to make absolutely sure. Her turrets were placed everywhere, serving as perfectly good cameras as well as nonlethal defensive implements. The building was indeed empty for the night. 
 
With her enormous erection swinging before her, Satya made a beeline to the biotic field testing chamber. It was the main event at the Dorado plant. Suffusing the air with biotic energy caused wounds to heal nearly instantly. However, this also posed a permanent danger: If, for example, someone was to accidentally cut their finger off, their skin would immediately heal over the wound, making it impossible to reattach. That was why the power supply to the room was monitored closely. 
 
Symmetra checked that the power was off. She took a short breath, raised her hands, and began to work. Light began to coalesce before her. Her turrets were self-powering; she didn’t need to access the facility to do this trick (the only way she’d gotten away with it). She created a perfect ring of eight turrets, and then another eight in a larger ring around them, and with a dull buzz, blue light erupted from the nose-cone of each one, forming a crackling torus of electricity. With this, she could power the room and none would be any wiser for it.
 
Before her eyes, the shape of a chair with a circular seat began to form. A high-backed chair with solid-looking arm-rests. The texture was plastic, coming out smooth like white porcelain. The seat was comfortable, with foam-light cushioning and arm-rests. She licked her dry lips, quivering with excitement as she saw the blue light begin to form an outline of a big ramrod, nine inches long and an inch wide, then fill in to a solid blue color. Instead of coalescing to real hardness, this energy remained a vibrant, pulsing blue, symbolizing how the size and shape of the ramrod could change at the user’s will. Satya licked her lips a second time, drying up in anticipation of the massive tool punishing her rear end, spreading her cheeks and pushing deep into her body. Her asshole twitched, and with one hand, she gently stroked her erection, as if to calm it. “Soon,” she whispered, lips now glistening softly. 
 
With another wave of her hand, she began to conjure a second device, a mechanical arm sticking out of the base of the chair. It was segmented, allowing the gimbal to curl around to point back at the chair. At its head was a sphere with a large blue light, reminiscent of Symmetra’s turrets. It had a nose-cone, a black gape that looked big enough to fit her girlcock inside, but if she tried, it would only go a couple of inches deep at most.
 
A fleshlight would be too easy.
 
She stepped out of her black panties and settled in, planting her plump ass on the chair. The seat was round, letting the ramrod poke up in the middle. Her loincloth doing nothing to protect her nethers from below, the rod squished gently between her cheeks, molding them around it. She closed her eyes, shivering once as her weight nestled her a further inch onto the dildo. The texture was smooth, and electricity ran over its surface, providing a very pleasant buzz on her sensitive flesh. Satya materialized a remote control from hard-light, resembling a detonator with a single cute red button, which she delicately pushed with her synthetic finger. “Stage One,” announced a soothing, female robotic voice.
 
The rod slid up another two inches, its girth considerable for the average slut but not for Satya. She spread her cheeks and invited it in. Her teeth sank into her lip as it pushed into her, a large piston at its baseforcing it upwards. Feeling her asshole stretch open around it was a blast of pleasure. Oh yes, Satya loved to be ripped open. She sighed in relief as the peculiar sensation intensified, something she desired so badly after a few hours of scribbling over paperwork. It felt like this was her new purpose in life, to be torn apart by massive cocks… Her ass was rather sensitive, being soft, pink flesh that yielded easily before the electric fuckrod. She closed her eyes and waited as long as she could, her cock still hard and twitching, and droplets of precum began forming at the tip. She had to wait a full minute before the next phase, during which she began to sweat, her fingers vibrating, craving more. At last the robotic voice gave a small hum, and she immediately pushed the button again, to which it responded, “Stage Two.”
 
The hard-light dildo began to swell, slowly, giving her time to adjust. It wasn’t the speed that drove her crazy, but the final size. After ten seconds, it had swollen to a two-inch diameter, and she was almost being pushed up out of the seat. Her toes curled, and her tongue hung from her mouth for a moment before she had the presence of mind to suck it back in. “Ohhhh,” she cooed, reaching up with her free hand and squeezing one of her fat tits. Her upper lip slid over the lower as she moaned in need, the dildo pumping in and out, now grinding against her prostate. Her eyes narrowed, and she moved her hips, finding that perfect position to get fucked. She knew she found it when her dick suddenly throbbed wildly, aching like never before, and pissing precum, a few drops of clear fluid leaking from the tip every second, forming a little puddle on the ground. Oh gods, that feels good, she thought, eagerly pushing herself backwards, fucking her prostate on the overgrown tool. Her nutsack hung between her legs, and the dildo slid against them, covering itself in ballsweat. A small hum signaled sixty seconds passed. Her lower lip quivered, her expression went weak, and she pushed the button a third time. “Stage three.”
 
The harsh, insectoid buzz of the energy turrets increased in pitch as they pumped more electricity into the system. The dildo exploded in size, growing to a mind-melting 5-inch diameter that was enough to force Symmetra’s lips to pull back and to grit her teeth in an expression of absolute pain and pleasure. “Oh fuck!” she cried, her eyes watering like crazy. This was… thicker than the last time she had sat on it, and she wasn’t ready. She was getting pushed out of the chair by it now. “Restraints,” she said aloud; automatically, blue light erupted from small metal reservoirs on the chair, making perfect circles around her wrists and ankles, holding her tightly in place. “Restraints,” replied the machine. She might have been able to at least squirm out of the seat, were it not for the enormous blue cock that was now pumping in and out of her delicious brown ass cheeks with a frighteningly quick rhythm. She forgot about how she had wanted it harder last time, and programmed it to be rougher. It was worth it, it feels amazing. Symmetra sighed in pleasure. Losing control of a situation was one of her biggest kinks. She had spent her whole life in control, prepared for every situation. Toeing the line was terribly exciting. Vaguely she remembered adding a randomizer that could mess with the functions, speeds, and sizes to keep things interesting. And ultimately, it was even more kinky because she’d done it to herself.
 
She couldn’t think about it anymore, couldn’t think about anything anymore as it began to accelerate, fucking her more and more harshly, until her dick was as hard as diamonds, with veins as thick as pencils standing out of the flesh and pulsing needfully. At the same time as she mentioned restraints, the next part of the phase began and the white-plastic arm whirled to life, the strange bird-like head settling near the tip of her penis. She started to pant hard, blowing air though her lips as an electric-blue corkscrew began materialize out of the nose-cone. Lengthy, girthy, and with raised edges that glowed white, the rounded head of the screw gazed at her cockhead before locking onto its wobbling rhythm and extended to push its tip against her defiant urethra. As Satya watched with baited breath, the screw paused for a split-second before entering her slit, wrenching it open cruelly. Symmetra screamed in pleasure as the head began to spin, screwing itself into her dick, inch after inch disappearing into her body and making her cock bulge outrageously. The skin turned pinker as blood rushed to the surface, her cock stretching thin as a sudden great mass took up occupancy inside, not to mention the twisting pain of her dick trying to turn with the screw. She swore in Hindi, her toes and fingers curling painfully hard, almost crushing the remote control until she managed to relax her mechanical digits. The screw continued deeper and deeper, inexorably and uncaringly raping open her most sensitive hole, until finally it bottomed out, and a further set of clamps erupted from the nose-cone and grabbed her cock forcefully. The bird-like head with two circular eyes seemed to stare at her as it violently raped her dick. Her cock glowed purple as blue light streamed through the stretched skin and red blood of her penis. It was bulging so much that it looked like it might burst like a balloon! 
 
With shaking fingers she pushed the button a fourth time.“Stage four,” said the female voice, sounding almost bored. Satya however was living the dream as the turrets revved up again, and she quivered in her seat. The chair slid two more restraints around her middle to stop her from writhing as much, but left her breasts to flop wildly as the machine’s assault stepped up another notch. The screw stopped spinning and started to fuck instead, the heavy manacles around her penis holding it firmly in place. She couldn’t wriggle away from it as pain erupted in her bladder while the cruel head punched it with mechanical precision, and the dildo in her ass grew another inch, now beginning to bulge out of her stomach as it fucked her. The dildo was almost the size of her torso now, and it began to grow small nodules all over, like the spikes on a cat’s cock. The nubs were, thankfully, smooth and round, and the dildo began to gently spin in half-circles (before reversing direction) as it fucked in and out, tearing her asshole open once again. The biotic field of the room kept her safe and every tear of the skin healed over right away, although Satya knew she’d have to deal with a ridiculously stretched asshole for at least a few days after. The nubs teased her delightfully, pushing on all the right spots before circling away, leaving her just enough time to miss the sensation before another nub appeared to slide across the sensitive spot again. They were like a hundred tiny cocks, enhancing the pleasure of being fucked by the huge one. She managed to concentrate hard enough to close her mouth, but with her hands tied to the chair, she couldn’t wipe the drool away. Her own cock was a furious red now, being mercilessly pummeled by the enormous blue corkscrew until it felt like she was going to piss herself. Her high heels clacked helplessly against the floor as she writhed in the chair, her body autonomously trying to wriggle free of the pain, like an animal with its leg in a bear trap. There was a soft beep, and Symmetra looked down at her hand, where the button glowed an ominous red. She had never gotten the machine up this high. The last three times she did this, she cancelled the program during stage 4.
 
She pushed the button.“Stage five.”
 
The whine died down. No, Symmetra realized, the whine had gotten so high-pitched that she could no longer hear it. The spinning of the dildo and fucking of the corkscrew slowed almost to a stop, and the lights in the room darkened slightly as power was aggressively drained from the facility. The turrets alone couldn’t handle this setting.
 
Symmetra’s momentary relief was explosively interrupted as sharp spikes suddenly erupted from both dildos, digging dangerously on her inner flesh. She gasped in distress as in a moment of clarity she realized just how deep her addiction had run. But then the dildos began to move again, and all thought was erased from her mind as raw, harsh agony seared through her most sensitive parts. She had known it was coming, and yet, it was worse than she had imagined. Her jaw dropped, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a pitiful scream of pain as the newly sharpened nubs very literally renovated her asshole. It was stretched wider than ever before, wider than she thought possible, while the biotic field handled it quite well, keeping the ramrod from ripping her rectum apart. As vicious as this was, it couldn't compare to the brutal assault that the now cactus-like corkscrew was subjecting her poor urethra as the spikes gouged heartily into the fleshy passage. Every scrape the dildos left on her insides was instantly healed over, leaving a bevy of white scars. Instead of rotating halfway, then switching direction, they just kept drilling in the same direction indefinitely, twisting her cruelly, pinning her body against the restraints. All over her body Symmetra’s muscles tensed up, and from the direction of her mechanical arm she heard a terrifying crack; she looked over and found that her metal fingers had bent the controller at a 10 degree angle in the middle, and in her fright that she might have destroyed it, she opened her fingers unthinkingly and dropped it to the floor where it clattered uselessly, discarding a few broken plastic parts onto the tiles. 
 
Her jaw remained low as she realized what she had done, just as the rhythms of the dildos became irregular, not synced to each other, and constantly changing. Only the restraints kept her in the chair, and as one final cruel trick, a pair of manacles erupted around the base of her cock, squeezing it tightly, while a matching smaller one clamped her balls, stopping her from cumming. The spikes continued to carve into her inner walls, slashing her sensitive urethra and vulnerable asshole. She screamed again, trying to give an oral command for the machine to stop at once, but it came out as a string of pained babble. “Recognition error, please repeat command.” Symmetra hung her head, opening her mouth to try again when the dildos switched speed again, easily doubling the rotation rate, and her lips were forced back in an excruciated grimace. “Gnnnhh, ghhrrr, offfffffffffffff,” she managed to hiss, almost biting her tongue as it felt like knives were cutting her apart from the inside. Bloodied fluids dripped down the glowing shafts forming a small puddle on the floor, and conscious thought was pulled another step away from her as she felt herself begin to surrender to the pleasure, the room finally healing her body to a state where she could feasibly—not comfortably, of course—take these mammoth cocks in her most sensitive places. 
 
Her eyes rolled back in pain, and she knew she was well and truly fucked if she couldn’t concentrate enough to speak. Every cut from the merciless spikes only tore her holes wider and healing them that way, turning her ass into a pothole and her dick into a ragged mess. She screamed and screamed, tears and mascara spilling down her face as she had the best night of her life. Losing control of the situation made her cum uncontrollably, over and over, but with her dick plugged and balls clamped, her nuts simply grew more and more swollen with spunk until the merest movement of her distended and cum-stuffed sack was enough to drive her crazy, even without all the rest.
 
Gradually her holes were remodeled wider and wider as Stage 5 continued to grow more and more intense, just as she had programmed it to. It was designed to get worse until she finally called a halt to the program, and the dildos grew to fit, until she was being repeatedly pumped with hyper-sized cocks just like she had always fantasized. She hated it, but she loved it! Her need was incredibly intense even as the rest of her body rejected it, and she cried with pain and pleasure alike as she sank deeper and deeper into depraved lust. 
 
Slowly, Symmetra began to fuck the machine right back. The thin neck of the chair began to squeak and squeal with her efforts to break herself on it. The restraints did nothing to stop her from jerking wildly in the chair, trying to fuck the spiked cockscrew that was buried in her penis. It continued to swirl, her cock so broken, so soft at this point that the raised ridges of the screw were obviously poking through now, stretching the skin and twisting the path of her veins. The hard-light manacles around her cock stopped all but the very smallest amount of cum from leaking through, which was immediately forced back down by the corkscrew action of the dildo. She grew more and more pliable, hour after hour, until her cock was wrapped around the dildo like a limp rag, still throbbing, but having been destroyed by the fucktool ramming itself down her urethra.
 
As minutes turned to hours, her periodic attempts at conscious thought drained away farther and farther. Even the idea of fighting it now was too far beyond her grasp. Her mind went blank, her vast intelligence replaced with only a raw, animal need to fuck. She rutted into it, slamming her ass into the seat on the backwards thrust, pushing the corkscrew to the hilt in her dick on the forwards. Her cockhead smushed against the nose-cone in a lewd kiss accompanied by a gasping moan of pleasure from Symmetra. “Yessssssss,” she roared huskily, roughly bucking in time with the machine. Cracks began appearing in the chair. Utterly insatiable now, Satya started to abuse the machine almost as hard as it abused her, wiping her mind blank and viewing her body as nothing but a loose collection of holes, useless for anything but sucking and fucking. Her mouth hung open in a permanent, drooling gape, perfect for feeding cocks into.
 
Crack! The neck of the chair finally broke, and she fell forward on her knees, the dildos being pulled down with her. Symmetra laughed. Now she could fuck it properly, flexing the muscles in her brown thighs to forcibly, brutally shoving the corkscrew even deeper, so that her cock now enveloped the spherical bird-head, The tip of the screw bottomed out in her bladder, as deep as anything could possibly go without destroying her organs. And this, at last, seemed like enough. She continued to pound her hips against the floor, her cock greedily swallowing the broken screw and gimbal, which continued to drill, except this time twisting her bladder around it too. Symmetra waved her freed arms in quick motions, reconstituting the chair in its new form. Her restraints had broken, but so had her mind, and she was in no shape whatsoever to stop the program now that it reached its eleventh hour. All that existed now was to mate with the machine as roughly as she possibly could without ripping a hole in her body large enough that the room couldn’t fix...
 
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The visiting dignitaries had arrived at the plant early in the morning. Guards had stopped them from going inside until it became clear that the head architect wasn’t going to show, being over two hours late. Symmetra had never been late for anything, and she wasn’t answering her calls. A senior technician quickly assured the crowd that Ms Vaswani had urgent Overwatch business to attend to and sent her sincere apologies, and they started the tour. The biotic chamber was first on the list as it was one of the main attractions for the plant. News crews and camera drones followed barely two steps behind the dignitaries, and it was these reporters that first noticed the muted moaning and wet slapping coming from behind the frosted glass of the room ahead. Tentatively, one of the guards opened the door and the whole party spilled inside, small talk and polite conversation halted by the sight that greeted their widening eyes. “Holy shit,” one of the reporters said eloquently, as drones buzzed around and transmitted five angles of Vishkar's head architect Symmetra on her knees and tightly wrapped in a misshapen white saddle. The remains of her dress did little to cover the sight of her asshole being impaled by the giant blue dildo, her anus now red and puffy and over seven inches in diameter. Meanwhile, more drones livestreamed her enormous distended cock, being stretched and healed over until it was almost three feet long and as thick as a football, with the same color in fact, being dramatically darker than the rest of her skin. A sphere with two bird-like eyes plugged the cockhead like a perverted winestopper, and Symmetra suddenly thrust her entire cock past the orb, making the crowd jump. She looked like a despoiled whore, a complete mess, even though there was naught but one puddle of dried blood on the floor from where she was torn open before the biotics could fix it. Her body was ruined, her mind was ruined, as the chair fucked her ass like a dog even as she fucked the screw as hard as she could even after sixteen hours of breathless rutting.
 
One of the mechanics managed to shut the system down by crushing a few turrets with his boot. The hard-light restraints (what was left of them) released and clattered to the floor, and the chair rolled off Satya like a satisfied lover. Her cock, which had been pent-up alongside her balls for over half a day, began leaking obscene quantities of tar-thick ballslop, the cum spurting with all the pressure of a garden hose, except instead of water, what came out was pungent tapioca that turned everyone’s noses.
 
Symmetra’s eyes were bloodshot, and by the end the larger dildo had been pushing at her tits with every thrust, bending her whole body out of shape thanks to the influence of the room. Her nuts were each the size of fucking beach balls which deflated rapidly as they indiscriminately oozed cum out onto the floor, a thousand orgasms worth of sperm spilled meaninglessly for a machine. Satya, meanwhile, simply lay there with one cheek in the spunk, gurgling and muttering incomprehensibly. “Welcome to the Vishkar Corporation, gentlemen,” said the same smooth female robotic voice, the only remnant of Satya’s once peerless mind. Her eyes were unfocused, unseeing, her ass and cockholes both gaping, clenching lewdly, milking dicks that had disappeared when the power turned off. With this grotesque tableau on full display in video streams across the world Satya finished her own sentence in a broken voice which knew nothing about what it was saying, only completing the sound in her own head. “T-the p-p-path is op-open,” she said, fumbling with the words before her pink tongue appeared to lick her dry lips.