Chapter 1 - Welcome to Paris

 The atmosphere around Paris was one of celebration as springtime came. It was one of the many reasons why Hanzo had decided to fly out with Satya so they could both enjoy themselves and explore an unfamiliar city as any other normal couple. And thankfully, not many people noticed them in their civilian attire. They kept a low-profile and went around hand in hand, just one more interracial couple among thousands. 

“Everyone here is so cute,” said Satya as they went along the shore of the Seine. 

 Hanzo used the arm around her waist to bring her in for a quick kiss. “It’s indeed very nice. Good to take some time off sometimes.”  

Satya raised her brows at him. “Haven’t I always said that?” 

 They went up the busy stairs that led up to the bridge so they could cross to the other side. Hanzo got distracted by an ad he saw on a bus, then got stopped short by Satya’s palm pushing back his chest. “Huh? What’s wrong?”  

 The Indian gazed across to the other side of the bridge. “Do you see them?”

 Hanzo squinted. What was he supposed to see? “I don’t…” he started saying, but then caught a glimpse of what she had meant. 

 There they were, Jesse and Fareeha on the other side. It was difficult not to spot McCree with the embarrassing cowboy hat he wore even here in France. So embarrassing... Though even worse was to see that Fareeha was still with him. 

 Once, both Hanzo and Satya considered Pharah was the most able and dependable member of Overwatch. Certainly one that showed great personal dignity. Why a strong girl like that would choose to date a guy like Jesse baffled them. But far worse was to hear the reverence in her tone when she spoke about him, especially whenever she raved about how grateful she was to belong to a white man that treated her “right”. 

 Somehow it always came down to being degraded by McCree publicly. They could be standing there, having a serious conversation about a political matter or planning for Overwatch’s next encounter, when her white boyfriend would come and slap her ass painfully, treating her like some common whore. “How’s my little Egyptian doing?” he would ask, but the tone was closer to what a person would use with a pet. Or, in his case, what a cowboy would use with cattle. 

 Both Hanzo and Satya found it reprehensible, but there was no way to get through to Fareeha, and no way to convince the rest in Overwatch that getting rid of Jesse’s godlike shots would be a good thing. So long as his own girlfriend (and her mom, for that matter) found his behavior acceptable, who were they to disagree?

“Oh, gods!” Satya cried, burying her face in Hanzo’s chest. “They’re coming over. Let’s go.” 

 There was no desire in Hanzo to deal with either one of the two. However, he had come all this way to enjoy his time with Satya, and he wasn’t going to allow these two to get in the way of that. 

“Come on, let’s just get it over with,” he told her firmly. 

 Jesse spotted the couple. The cowboy tipped his hat, then pointed them out to Fareeha, who immediately began to wave. As they got closer, Hanzo noticed that the Egyptian’s belly was incredibly swollen. Pregnant, then? Even worse…

“To think that we’d be crossing paths with our favorite couple out here!” said McCree. He shook Hanzo’s hand with excitement and forcefully brought Satya into an embrace.

 Fareeha shared his excitement, but Satya could not quite fake the same polite smile Hanzo could pull off effortlessly. Her face was caught somewhere in between a smile and a grimace as her gaze unpleasantly settled on the Egyptian’s pregnant belly. 

 McCree noticed. “Why, Symmetra, I could swear you’d seen a ghost, girl. What’s wrong with you?” 

“Nothing.” Satya raised her eyes away and gave him a cool look. “I wasn’t aware that you and Fareeha were expecting. Are you married already?” 

“Married?” He tried to suppress a snort. “You know, a stallion doesn’t need a marriage certificate to breed his mare. Especially a foreign one in heat.”

 Her eyes narrowed with indignant incredulity. “Is that how you see yourself, my dear American? As a stallion?” 

 Hanzo could hear the ire in her voice and gently squeezed her fingers. “Honey. He’s joking.” Though they both knew he probably wasn’t. No doubt this racist turd actually saw himself as some stallion. 

 It was Fareeha that showed actual anger. “You can’t talk to him that way!” 

 Satya wrinkled her nose in disgust and yanked her hand away from Hanzo’s. “I very much can. In fact, I think I’ve held my tongue long enough out of respect and consideration for others that clearly are not obeying any social rule of common decency and are likely too mentally limited to operate beyond the level of farm animals. I bid you a good day.” 

 The Indian stormed past the couple, leaving Hanzo alone with them. “Well, uh. I suppose I should be going as well.” 

“Don’t want to be late,” said Jesse humorously. “She might spank you.” 

 That was certainly one awkward encounter he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. Hanzo wondered if his girlfriend would be mad with him about refusing to insult McCree and Pharah to their faces. Really, he could see little reason to do that. They needed each other in the field. He did not agree with their behavior. But it wasn’t really his business to get in their way. 

“You should have spoken up!” Satya scolded him, her Indian accent getting thicker with her boiling rage. “Did you see that? She’s pregnant. She’s going to have that asshole’s baby. Wow, this makes me so mad. I thought Fareeha was smarter than this. Turns out she’s just a little stupid kid.” 

 It took hours for her to calm down, but by the time the sun settled, she was back to normal. Hanzo thought to surprise her and decided to make a call to the fanciest Japanese restaurant in Paris. Much to his joy, they immediately said they would make room for such a special couple. “The Great Hanzo will be welcome here!” 

 They went and partook in an excellent selection of dishes, since the restaurant-owners were so happy to have Hanzo there that they refused to accept any cash and made it all free. All they wanted was to take a few pictures with the revered Overwatch members, and they were happy to comply. 

“Such nice people,” said Satya, content at last. She sipped from her sake and took a relaxed breath. “I might reward you at home for this.”

“Is that so?” 

 She grinned. “Maybe.”  

 One of the best things about his relationship to Satya was that she could tease endlessly despite her otherwise serious demeanor. Other men might have complained about getting blue-balled, but Hanzo saw it as an honorable and dignified chase. He would not have wanted to be with a woman that immediately made herself available. The day when he would get to enjoy the body of the hot Symmetra he dreamed about so many times before he got to know her personally would be a great one. 

 Until then, his imagination would have to do.

 They were ready to leave the restaurant and go back to their hotel when a nearby family sat up and left in a hurry. Then the waitress hovered around Hanzo’s table with a smile. “Shimada-san, do I have a surprise for you.” 

 In through the door strolled Jesse and Fareeha, looking just as they did earlier in the day. Despite the formal nature of the restaurant, they were wearing casual clothes, with McCree bringing double offense with that stupid cowboy hat. 

 But the waitress bowed reverently and led them to the table next to Hanzo and Satya. “Well, would you look at that,” said Jesse, noticing them. “What a coincidence.” 

 Satya reeled away in horror. “Did you follow us here?”

 He snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself, Vaswani. We just both like Jap cuisine, that’s all.” 

“Jap? That’s a slur! And you’re dressed like fools! This is a classy place, not some dump.” 

“Alright.”

 Satya hurled some sake at him. “Don’t you ‘alright’ me, you American dog! I’m not some ‘mare’ like your little pet Arab.”

 Finally, Jesse himself looked irritated. He raised a finger to silence Fareeha before she responded, then hooked his thumbs through his belt. “Well, Hanzo. Are you going to quiet your woman down, or do I have to?” 

 Hanzo wanted to find conciliatory words. If only they had left ten minutes earlier, all of this could have been avoided. He opened his mouth to speak, but Satya slammed her hands into the table, frothing with rage. “Are you going to let him talk to me that way?” 

 He feared that it would have to come to this. Sighing with great displeasure, he rose. “I am going to have to ask you to step outside with me, Jesse.” 

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because you’ve offended Miss Vaswani. And for that you must be punished.” 

“Punished?“ The cowboy giggled darkly and tapped a finger against his chin. “Goddamn. Now don’t that sound ominous. Well, you’re a man of character.” McCree tipped his hat. “Alright. Outside it is.”  

 The restaurant clients and staff were getting up to follow, all of them eager to see two Overwatch members dishing it out like normies. As they made their way out, Jesse motioned Hanzo to speak with him privately for a few seconds.

“You don’t really want to fight in front of all these people and make a spectacle, do you?”

“You know I don’t,” said Hanzo firmly. “But Miss Va-”

“Me neither. Well, I’ve got a way to solve this.” 

 The Japanese pricked his ears, eager to hear the solution. “Which is?”

“I fuck that Indian bitch and teach her how to be civil.” 

 As soon as he finished his sentence, the cowboy sucker-punched Hanzo so hard that the blow almost knocked him out from the start. As his head met the pavement hard, Hanzo could hear Jesse say, “Don’t you worry about a thing, I’ll take care of all this.” 





 Hanzo woke up later with a pounding head. 

 There was nothing familiar about the cheap hotel room he was in, though he could hear McCree’s voice in the other room. Where was Satya? What was this place? He punched me, that bastard… 

 There was a gag in his mouth and his hands and legs were tied up. He tried to pull himself free, but the ropes were too tight and too sturdy. Footsteps could be heard coming his way, then the door opened and Jesse popped in. “You’re finally awake. I was wondering how long you were going to be gone for. Come on, I got a surprise for you.” 

 The cowboy picked him up and carried him into the other door. Satya was also tied up on the couch, but Hanzo noticed that his girlfriend was only wearing some lingerie. The ropes were wrapped around her body in such a way to perfectly outline her full breasts and big ass. He always thought of those curves given how they showed through her clothes. Considering he had never seen her body displayed in such a way, Hanzo couldn’t help but stare, even as he noticed her furious gaze.  

 McCree dropped him at the other end, then gently pat Symmetra on the head. “Look at her, isn’t she cute, being all angry? Nothing funnier than an angry Indian with those little accents. It’s bad for your health, you know,” he told her pointedly. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be all about calm and meditation?” 

 The American grinned and traced his pale fingers down the side of Satya’s beautiful brown face admiringly. They went over the lips that stretched around the ballgag; she shuddered.

“I told you before, you two need to be taught a lesson. You can’t just be rude to people like that.” 

 Satya bobbed her head and raised her brows, eager to speak. McCree smiled and undid the gag. “Something you want to say?”

“I’m going to kill you for this, you stupid pig. Untie us at once!” 

“See, it’s your attitude that’s the problem here. A woman should never speak that way to a man. Especially not a pretty Indian girl such as yourself. Where are your manners?” 

 Satya was still going, but Hanzo noticed that Jesse was barely listening. Instead, the cowboy unbuckled his belt slowly and methodically, then let it clatter down to the floor. He unzipped his pants. By now Satya had stopped speaking, knowing what he was planning to do, looking instead to her lover for assistance. But what could Hanzo do when he was restrained?

 After exchanging a long worried stare, they both glanced down at Jesse’s thighs to see the massive cock that came tumbling out. The thing was so enormous that Hanzo thought it might have been prop being used in what had a prank arranged by everyone at Overwatch. 

 The cowboy stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. There was no mistaking now that the meaty way that shaft slapped against his strong thighs was real, not to mention the huge and sagging balls that looked like they belonged on some great bull.

 Desperate, Hanzo tried wiggling out of his binds. He sought Satya’s eyes to try and communicate with her, but the Indian’s eyes were mesmerized by the big white cock in front of her. Jesse grinned and lifted her chin up daintily upon his finger. “You like that, you slut?” 

 For the first time in her entire career, the proud Symmetra appeared to be completely disarmed. Her mouth opened to speak, then gulped dryly. “N-No,” she denied, barely able to get out the word. 

 Hanzo wanted to believe that this was just the shock talking. There was no way she could be attracted to that thing, right? Satya always said that she found most things related to sex distasteful, and she made her dislike for McCree apparent many times over. 

 The American lifted the shaft in hand and brought it over to her mouth. Hanzo thought that his girlfriend would spit on him and move away. That she would scream and fight. That she would give any opposition at all to the rape that was about to happen. 

 Nope.

 The Japanese assassin could feel his heart breaking as her tender wet lips simply opened up and took the white cock inside without any complaint. The fire in her eyes got blown out and replaced instead by a meek half-lidded look that sought the white bull’s reciprocal gaze. Jesse just put his strong veiny hands on top of her head and pushed the shaft deeper into her mouth, till she finally gagged. 

“That’s a good girl,” the cowboy said proudly, caressing the lacquered hair of her head. “You’ll get used to the size. Is she always this sensitive?”  

 The question was directed towards Hanzo, but there was no way for him to respond. You filthy coward! he wanted to scream. How could McCree do this to him? How could he be raping his beloved Satya before his very eyes? And why wasn’t she reacting worse to this abuse? 

 Jesse pulled his cock out and the breathless Satya was left with her tongue lolling out, drooling over her hefty chest. Her dark eyes followed the throbbing white cock while the gleaming ropes of spit connected back to her lips

 McCree grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head back, his harsh eyes boring into her. Wordlessly, she licked her lips. 

 It was an amazing thing to witness firsthand. Hanzo had come across his share of NTR stories in manga, but he never imagined that it could be so simple in real life. Here was his teasing girlfriend that he had been waiting for months to get a chance with, immediately succumbing to this dumb American cowboy.

 McCree tilted her head even further back, then slapped his dick on top of her face, the veiny white shaft perfectly contrasting with her pretty brown features. Her eyes opened wide and rolled in awe of the size of it as it rested against her like that.

“You should apologize for what you said before.” 

“I’m sorry, sir,” whispered Satya. 

 Sir?! Hanzo thought. Why are you calling him that? Can’t you see what he’s doing?! Was she seriously such a slut all along that this was all it took to “put her into her place” as it were? Hanzo always wanted to believe that both women and men were honorable deep down. Especially such a well-raised girl like Satya that came from a venerable Indian family. Now look at her!…

 First her tongue came out and began to stroke his dick. Then her lips began planting tiny kisses along its underside, till McCree finally relaxed and took his hands away, stretching his arms and yawning as she took over the task of pleasuring him. 

“Pharah!” he called out. “A smoke please?” 

 A moment later Fareeha came out of another room wearing nothing but one of his shirts, holding one hand protectively over her pregnant belly as she handed him a cigar and lighter. She saw the eager way Satya tongue followed the length of the big cock and smiled. “That didn’t take her long.” 

 Hanzo watched them both, wondering what it was about this cowboy that could make good people like Fareeha and Satya act in this way. The former read his mind, because her eyes found him and she gave him a sad look. “Don’t feel bad, Hanzo, there’s no way you can compete. All girls lose it when they see a big cock like this. Especially when it’s on a white guy. Everyone out there is just so white-hungry.” 

 Her words were nothing more than racist madness. Even McCree appeared to be embarrassed by them, because he squeezed her shoulder and turned her in the direction of the room she came out of. “Go on, I want to have a smoke. You know it’s bad for the baby.” 

 As Fareeha left, he lit his cigar and took a satisfied puff. Then he wrapped his fingers around the back of Satya’s head again and began to fuck her mouth as he smoked. “All of this could have been avoided if you had your woman under control, Hanzo.” Jesse breathed out some smoke his way and shook his head in a world-weary way. “It gives me no pleasure to have to get between other couples like this. But sometimes a real man’s gotta step in.” 

 This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go down. All Hanzo had wanted was a pleasant vacation in Paris so they could spend some time together. Maybe even take their relationship to the next level. Did he seriously go through all this effort just to be forced to watch this unmannered gaijin fuck his silky-smooth chocolate girlfriend? 

 He’s so much bigger than I am. The thought came unbidden, over and over, even though he tried to block it out. It was impossible not to notice the discrepancy between McCree’s dick and his own, when his could hardly amount to a third of that size even when hard. 

 Was that why Satya always playfully rejected him? Did she somehow know? 

 None of this mattered, of course. All he could do now was sit by and watch as Jesse fucked her mouth. The brainless way her cheeks were filled up by the engorged head gave Hanzo tingles. Who could have suspected Satya was such a whore?

 Jesse smoked comfortably as he facefucked her, barely showing any sign of awe for the extraordinary circumstances. He just relaxed and enjoyed himself as if it were routine, as if taking prized women from their loving partners and using them as filthy cumsluts were the norm from him. 

 And given the effortless way he made it all happen, Hanzo wasn’t sure it wasn’t.

 After another puff, Jesse put his cigar aside and grabbed her head vigorously with both hands. Neither Hanzo nor even Satya expected the ferocity with which he began to facefuck her, shoving the powerful white dick down her little brown throat till her stretched lips were near the tearing point. Hanzo watched helplessly as tears traced down her cheeks to meet with the warm drool that oozed from her flared nose. 

 After a few seconds of being choking on his big white cock, Satya tried to push him away, but Jesse held her down. “Hold on, now, I didn’t say you could go nowhere.” 

 The cowboy let her off after two more seconds, but he seemed disappointed with the violent way she coughed. “You really are inexperienced. You’ve been pretty useless at teaching her the basic stuff, haven’t you, Hanzo?” 

“He hasn’t even fucked me,” spat Satya, sounding bitter. She wiped her cum-stained lips and gave Hanzo a dark loong. “I’ve been waiting for so long.” 

“Jesus Christ. Is that so? But you guys have been together for so long!” The American gave him a contemptuous look too. Like a father talking to a child. “Don’t you know you gotta please the lady?” 

 Hanzo lowered his eyes in shame. No, that’s not true! Satya just teased him endlessly and never agreed to anything. Did she just expect him to take it one step forward without her consent?! To rape her like this pig was doing? That wasn’t something Hanzo could ever do. That was a most dishonorable act.

 Jesse laughed and undid her bonds, then put her facedown on the couch and gave her plump dark ass a slap. “Would you look at that. I can’t believe you haven’t fucked this nice ass yet, little guy. I guess I’ll teach you how. Then you can learn to hold your bitch in check.” 

 Heartbroken and humiliated, Hanzo lifted his gaze to watch the cowboy get on top of his girlfriend and put his big cock between her bubble butt. He preempted by rubbing the head against her slick pussy, which was enough to leave Satya trembling and begging for more. 

 McCree put a hand on her back and held her steady as he brought his dick… right to her ass. 

“Wai--AAA!!!~” There was no time for the Indian to react before he slammed into her. 

“I can’t say no to a nice exotic ass like this, sorry to say.” The white bull dropped down on top of her and put an arm around her neck, locking her in a chokehold as he assfucked her into submission. Hanzo twitched as he watched the heavy white balls smacking down hard with each thrust.

 Satya suffered alone and McCree let her shriek as high as her voice would go, amused by her performance. No, that’s my girlfriend, thought Hanzo sadly. A part of him wanted to believe Symmetra was just pretending. That she was just doing this to please the cowboy so they would both get out in one piece... He closed his tearful eyes and tried not to watch, but nothing could stop the loud slapping of the bull’s balls nor the clap of her thick ass as he punished her.

“You like that, you fucking bitch?” McCree asked her. “Tell your boyfriend!”

“I love it!” Satya confessed immediately, with no further pressure. There was something like relief in her voice. “I always wanted to be fucked by your big white cock. Ever since Fareeha said how big you are I’ve always fantasized about you. I hated her for getting you. I hated being stuck with this beta clown.” 

 Jesse spread ass as he dropped low into it and kissed her lovingly. “You’re such a bad girl.” 

“You’re so fucking big, sir… My Indian ass belongs to you. Only to you. Please. Ravish me however you want. Make me yours.”

 It must have taken them at least half an hour to finish. The white American demolished her virgin butt till the juices trickled from her abused raw asshole. His strong hand slapped it constantly and got it moving, leaving it a mess of burning handmarks. Satya only groaned like an animal as he stretched her anal hole and whimpered like a little girl whenever she came, proving to be nothing more than an easily-used cumrag.

“No, Satya,” Hanzo sobbed, unable to hold it back any longer. “Please, Satya, stop…” It didn’t matter that she wasn’t listening. He was simply too sad to hold it in. His heart was too broken by the sight, and there was nothing he could do to get away. 

 When it was all over, McCree rose and brought his dick to her mouth for a clean-up. He gave her reddened ass another slap for good measure. “Now you’re ready to go back to your boyfriend.” 

 Satya glanced back at Hanzo as the thick load oozed out of her gaping ass. She noticed the tears and sobs that wrecked him and shrugged. “I don’t need this romantic sap any longer. Get him the hell out of here. Let him go find his perfect princess or whatever.”

“Satya…” His powerless tears fell to the dirty floor. “Satya…”  

