Chapter 5 - Pharah

 Pharah woke up.

 The bright Australian sun made her dizzy as she lay chained up like a dog in the rat’s junkyard. Along the way, Junkrat hit her so much that she passed out a couple of times, and now she found herself completely naked, stripped of her suit and undergarments. Her attempts to escape were ultimately met in defeat, in no small part to Symmetra’s inability to help in any way. The Indian just submitted to their captor in a slavish way that made her want to puke. Now she sat next to Pharah, chained-up as well but looking far more relaxed. 

“What are you doing? Where is he? Are you just sitting there?” 

“Calm down!” Satya whispered. “You need to stop making this worse.”

“How am I making this worse? If it were up to me, we could’ve gotten away by now!” 

“There’s no point in fighting your captor in situations like these. All studies show that one must act friendly and only then take the opportunity to escape.” 

 Oh, for the love of… Pharah yanked savagely on her chain, but there was no pulling it from the tons of steel it was under. But it made enough of a racket that the door to Junkrat’s trailer flew open and he came out to see what was going on.

“Oi! The hell do you think you’re doing, cunt?” 

 Pharah kept her head low as he approached, trying to draw him in. Just a little closer, thought the Egyptian. Then she would use the chain to knock him down and choke the life out of the little bastard.  

 Instead, he went back in as the commentator from within announced a change in the game. “Bloody keep it down!” 

 Pharah started moving the chain again, and Symmetra’s eyes widened. “Why are you doing that? He will come back!” 

“I’m not going to let him do this on his terms.” 

“Just let me take this one, Pharah.”

“Easy for you to say.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means” - she sighed as the chain rattled and clanged against the nearby metal - “that you aren’t in any real danger. I am.” 

“What are you implying?” 

 Well, I’m not about to spell it out for you. It was clear as could be that Junkrat’s interest lay in her. Even if one were to put aside recent events, Pharah knew that her toned body and tough attitude came into the spotlight for many men. By comparison, Symmetra was just rather… bland. The tame looks combined with her dull outfits and goofy accent turned her nearly asexual. 

“You think I am too ugly to be in danger?” Satya asked, offended. “Is this what you are saying?” 

‘If that’s what you think I’m saying, how can I disagree?” 

 They could hear from within as the commentator announced the end of the match. Junkrat came out sipping a beer and approached the two of them. “Well, well, well. Anyone thirsty?” 

 Symmetra smiled warmly. “I would love some, sir, if you would be so kind.” 

 Pharah just held his eyes. “Eat shit.” 

 Junkrat took another sip from the beer, then dropped his pants and took out his limp, though surprisingly large dick. Pharah wasn’t expecting a frail guy like him to be packing a cock quite like that. It was at least seven inches all soft… He put the shaft inside of Satya’s mouth and let it rest on her tongue as he poured beer down her throat. 

 Junkrat only gave her a few drops, then took a swig of the rest of himself. “Suck it.” The beer can got crumpled in his hand, then tossed at Pharah’s head, getting her right between the eyes. “Score.” 

 The Egyptian rose in an attempt to rush at him, but the chain stopped just short of it. “I’ll kill you!” 

 Junkrat just grinned. “I’ll fuck you first, and then I’ll kill you.” 

 What balls on this shitheel. Indeed, as her gaze wandered down, Pharah noticed that there was quite the pair of balls hanging between his skinny thighs. Are you telling me this guy might be a real man after all? She remained somewhat skeptical. Though she could not understand why he would go for Symmetra first. Or at all.. 

 There’s no way he could think she’s hotter than me. That’s not possible. 

“Look at you,” snapped Pharah. “You’re such a weak pussy. Just going for the easier target. You wouldn’t dare put your dick in my mouth.” 

 Junkrat tilted his head to the side and slammed his shaft so powerfully down Satya’s throat that a jet of drool shot up her nose. “I’m just testing out your friend over here. After all, I’m too busy to have time for both of you.” He locked eyes with Symmetra and watched the tears welling in her eyes as he throatfucked her and made his throbbing cock bulge down her neck. “The one that shows the most promise will live. The other will die. Before you get any ideas, cunt, know that this whole place is rigged up. If anything happens to me, you and everything in a nearby radius will be toast. So act very carefully.” 

 Could that have been true? He may have been stupid, but he appeared to know his way around explosives. Do we seriously have to endure all of this? If only one of them was going to make it that meant… she needed to outdo Symmetra… 

 Junkrat came inside her Symmetra and stepped away, watching with amusement as the thick seed dripped from her steaming mouth. “T-Thank you,” said the Indian. He reached down and a thick dollop of cum on his finger, then placed it right on her forehead as a makeshift bindi. “Oh, you’re welcome. So far, you’re winning this.” 

 A shiver went down her spine as she tensed up, knowing her turn was coming. Surprisingly, though, Junkrat just took off. “Hey!” cried Pharah. “W-What about me?” 

“What about you? You appear to be useless. So I guess I’ll just kill you off.”

“You haven’t even tried me yet.” 

 He shrugged. “No point. Look at your friend over there. She’s hot and knows how to take orders. Not to mention, she didn’t hit me in the fockin’ face. There you go.” 

“There’s no way some fucking Indian is going to suck better than dick than me.” 

 Junkrat grinned. Symmetra swallowed some seed, looking hurt. Pharah could not believe that those words came from her mouth. There’s no way I’m dying here like this. 

 He approached and pushed his white cock against her brown face, letting the veins rub against her nose and lips. “Well? What are you waiting for, cunt? Go on.” 

 All her years of training and serving, only to be degraded in this way… Kneeling before him, the Egyptian slowly took it in her mouth and began to suck, trying to look away from his eyes as she gave his mouth over as his fucktoy. Junkrat quickly fixed that with a slap that made her ear pop, followed by a complete hold of her head. 

“I bloody told you you aren’t as good a listener as your friend over there. But” - he groaned happily - “it’s nice to see that anger coming up. Those brown lips look great wrapped around a white cock, don’t they. “

 That he would be a racist was no surprise given his other faults. Pharah considered herself open-minded when it came to most things and relationships; but there was no doubt in her mind that if her friends and family back home saw a white man degrading her with a deepthroat it would’ve scarred them and lowered their opinion of her forever. 

 Junkrat seemed to think the same, because he quickly took out his phone and began to film it all. “They all think you’re so brave and wonderful. The proud Egyptian. Look at you now, cunt. Worshiping that white dick. It’s where you belong.” 

 Pharah could feel her stomach roiling and her heart beating wildly in her chest. She gagged helplessly as he drove his shaft even deeper, and she could feel the bulging veins grinding against her tender throat. Her attempt to breathe led her to slurp in even more of her drool, and soon it all shot out of her as he held her down, vomiting out of her mouth and throat even as he finished her off. 

 An impassioned Junkrat passed the phone to Symmetra and grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her as hard as he could, pistoning in and out of her mouth as he shot fresh ropes of seed right inside of her. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “Take that fucking dick.” 

 Pharah just listened to the wet sounds coming from her abused throat as he replaced the contents of her stomach with his hot jizz. As he pulled out, all the cum started coming up her throat, a chewy slop that she fought to swallow back down breathlessly. 

 Junkrat snatched the phone back from Symmetra and bobbed his head happily at the footage. “I sure hope this never finds your folks, eh? Otherwise you might look like a real cumdumpster.” 

 Laughing, he went back to his trailer, as Pharah shot a dollop of cum from her nose and faced Symmetra. “Why the hell didn’t you use his phone!?” 

 The revelation dawned upon the nerdy woman and her face went blank. “Oh… My bad.” 

 Pharah lay for the rest of the scorching afternoon next to the pool of his cum, unable to get the taste of him from his mouth. Would her friends seriously see her getting humiliated like this? She would kill Symmetra to survive if necessary. The Indian was back at her peaceful meditation, trying not to think or lose her calm despite the shit they were in, which only annoyed Pharah. 

 Once the sun went down, Junkrat emerged once more, this time firing explosives into the distance and screaming at the top of his lungs happily as they blew up all across the sky. As his enjoyment died down, he came back to the two. “How are my two bitches?” 

“G-Good…” 

 Junkrat turned to Pharah. “And you? Who am I going to fuck tonight?”

“Fuck me, sir, please…” Satya begged. “I’ve been waiting all day.” 

 Pharah gulped as she prepared to argue that she should be the one to go instead. “I’m tighter than she will ever be. My muscles are going to break your cock off.” 

 Panicked, Symmetra reached over and clung to Junkrat’s leg. “S-Sir, I’ll ride you so well. I’m gentle, but in the best possible way. I’ll make your amazing white cock melt all with my juicy brown cunt.” Her mouth opened and she began to kiss his leg. “I want to worship you, sir.” 

 This bitch! Pharah wanted to survive, but this was taking things too far. To what extent was Satya willing to humiliate herself just to get his favor?

 Junkrat scratched his chin and moved his attention to the Indian. “That sounds pretty good, come to think of it.”

“No! What nonsense, you think a girl like that knows how to fuck? Look at her, she probably knows more about fucking a book than fucking a man. Look at my body and look at hers!” Pharah rose and twirled before him, nearly tripping up in the chain, putting her toned body on display. Then she dropped down on all fours and lifted her ass up, slapping it for good measure as she presented her unblemished pussy and flexing butthole. 

 Was this even her doing these things? She wanted to think it wasn’t. That it was just her survival instinct... 

… but then why did it feel so oddly satisfying to win over Symmetra and get the dumbfuck’s lust? 

 Junkrat slapped Satya’s face and tossed her aside. “Later, maybe. Let’s see what your friend over here has got to offer.” 

 Pharah kept her head down as she got mounted from behind. Just from the first thrust, she was left gasping as it lodged itself inside of her could be felt going all the way against her stomach. Junkrat grabbed the chain connected to her collar and choked her as he fucked her, carelessly pounding her only for his pleasure. 

“I need it, sir… Me too…” Symmetra begged. 

“Soon!” he said, then slapped the Egyptian’s ass around as he fucked it. “God, this is tight. You weren’t kidding, huh?” 

“Sir, I need it!” 

 Annoyed, he got up and kicked Symmetra, then brought her head back up and stuffed his dick into her mouth. “I told you to shut the fuck up, didn’t I? You little brown bitch. Can’t you listen. You there. Come here.” 

 Pharah crawled over to him obediently and Junkrat took a step back. “Eat my ass while I fuck her throat. Do it now.” 

 Eat his ass? At first she thought to refuse. But then he would just let Symmetra do it instead and think of her as being better. Either way, Pharah opened his asscheeks and started licking the crack as he brutally throatfucked her friend. She could hear Satya’s grunts as she struggled to hold down the big dick, and the dripping balls as they slapped both of them. 

 Junkrat came inside of the Indian quickly, but he still held her down, watching the cum oozing out of her nose. A moment later, he started pissing into Satya and kept her lips against the base of his dick even as the hot piss shot out of her nose in the chilly night air. Only once he was done did he step aside and order them to kiss. “Kiss! Now!” 

 Pharah just stared numbly as Symmetra opened her mouth in an attempt to kiss her. It barely lasted a few seconds until the latter started coughing and vomited all the piss and seed all over Pharah, leaving her gorgeous brown body dripping in their combined juices. 

 Junkrat lifted his phone and took some shots. “Why don’t you touch yourself as a reward. Go on! Wank off!” 

 Embarrassed, Pharah started touching herself. It felt good despite the stink of piss all over her, the burning in her nostrils, and the taste of his ass over her tongue. He was turning her into nothing short of a pig. But if that’s what’s needed… I’m not dying here...

 Trembling, Symmetra asked, “W-Who was better, sir?”  

 The Egyptian came, feeling the camera eating her up and recording every moment of her mindless self-pleasure. If anyone at home ever came to see this footage... I’m so sorry for this....

 I need to get out of here. I need to get rid of this stuff. I need to get rid of… both of them… No one can remember this.

 He only shrugged indifferently. “I guess I’ll make up my mind tomorrow.” 

 Pharah was left trembling in the cool as he entered his trailer. It wasn’t long until Symmetra wrapped her arms around her. “You’re so cold. Let’s warm up together…” 

“I’m not losing to you,” said Pharah. “I’m going to win him over.” 

 Symmetra laughed in a girlish way the Egyptian never expected. “We’ll see about that. For now, just rest.” 

