Chapter 1 - There's Just A Lot Of People Out There To Watch Out For

"Lacroix, I must say that I find these recent reports of your performance to be.... Disappointing, to say the least." Moira informs the cold-blooded assassin currently sitting on the other side of her desk, looking annoyed that she even had to be there in the first place, let alone get a chewing out by her superior like she was in the principal's office at school.

"Perhaps if you gave me time to recover from each of my missions, I'd be better equipped to handle such things." Widowmaker snaps, albeit passive-aggressively. She wasn't known to take shit from anybody, let alone some as condescending as Moira. But even with someone as cold-hearted as herself, she understood the danger the scientist posed when provoked into battle.

"Oh, Lacroix. You, of all people, should know that when you first came under my care, I made sure to make you the best of the best. So I doubt a few more hours of sleep is going to pose all that much of a difference." Moira says, chuckling slightly as she rises to her feet, causing Widowmaker to steam even further as she nonchalantly uses her real name so blatantly. "Anyway," Moira goes on, walking out from behind her desk and over to the door to her office. "I'd love to see a steady rise in your performance back to where it was by the end of the month, or else...."

"Or else you'll have me replaced." Widowmaker sighs as she walks out the door Moira opens for her. She always busted out that threat to get her back in line. However, the worst part was the fact that she wasn't entirely sure if she was bluffing. To be perfectly fair, knowing what she knew about Moira, she honestly wouldn't put it past her.

Still, after such a meeting, she needed to go back to her room to rest. Already, she could feel a throbbing headache bloom at the forefront of her head, making her squint her eyes slightly as she walked down the hall. She had already been having a miserable enough day as is. So, being dragged into a one-on-one meeting with someone she truly detested only made things worse by a mile and a half. But hopefully, as she entered the keycode to her room, she'd be able to get some rest.

And to think, Moira wasn't the only vulture she had to now deal with.

"Aloa, Chica." Sombra greets Widowmaker as she sits behind her computer, flipping through various files and whatnot as she walks through her front door, immediately setting off red flags throughout the assassin's mind. Not at the fact that her apartment was currently invaded by the nosy hacker. No, that was something she was growing used to. The problem was the fact that she was sitting behind her computer.

Almost instantly, Widowmaker draws a pistol and aims it at the hacker, who, in that brief moment she turned away, quickly went invisible, escaping the line of sight of the sharpshooter.

"Merde...." Widowmaker mutters under her breath as she keeps a firm grip on her pistol and quickly stomps over to check and see the damage that has been done. And sure enough, she was able to notice that Sombra had been looking through all the files pertaining to her past. Causing a pit to form in her stomach that felt as deep as the time Tracer caught her off guard.

"So," Sombra starts as she deactivates her cloak, revealing herself to be sitting on the other side of the desk, giving Widowmaker all the chance to spin on her heel and point her pistol directly in the face of the smug-looking woman. "When were you going to tell me about your el cariño?" Sombra finishes, with Widowmaker answering by pulling the trigger on her gun. However, instead of ridding herself of her tormentor, when she pulled the trigger, a sudden burst of purple electricity burst forth from the weapon and shocked her hand, causing her to drop it.

"The same reason why you had to go digging through my past to find out about him." Widowmaker says as she reaches down and picks up her dropped weapon. "And might I add, why did you even do that? You already have more than enough material to hold over me." She adds as she turns and walks over to a nearby countertop and begins to pour herself a small glass of wine.

"Why not?" Sombra says as she strolls up behind her. "Pretty interesting stuff, if I'm being perfectly honest. Wife of an Overwatch agent, get captured and brainwashed by Talon, and end up working for the same organization your husband fought so valiantly against. Well, among doing certain other things." Sombra goes on, referencing something that causes a lighting flash of anger to echo throughout Widowmaker's frame as she turns around to face her. However, at that moment, Sombra takes the simple chance to swipe the small glass from her hand and down it in one sip.

"What do you want?" Widowmaker asks, cutting to the chase. After everything she had been through that day, she really wasn't in the mood for any of her games.

"Ay-ay-ay, Chica, after everything we've done together. I think you know full well what I'm looking for." Sombra remarks.

She did. When she had first come to her with the footage, the hacker didn't take long to hang it over her head at any moment possible. With her threatening to post it on every platform imaginable that would keep it up along with several of Widow's private financial accounts that she knew for certain Overwatch would seize in less than a second.

"Oh, mon Dieu. Can we really not do this today?" She groans, facing away from Sombra, her headache feeling ten times worse than it already did. Even though everything that had happened since that time in the apartment with Tracer could only be described as a neverending nightmare, she thought she earned herself a small break at the very least.

"Why not? I'm not the one who got fucked by a plucky speedster." Sombra retorts, causing Widow's blood to boil even hotter. No matter how many times she tried to forget about that moment between her and Tracer, Sombra always made sure to bring it up. Either way, it only worked to deepen the pure and utter loathing she had for her as she knew, deep down, despite any semblance of pride she might've been carrying, that she still had to comply.

"Ugh...." Widow groans as she begins to undo her uniform. In the back of her mind, she imagined strangling the life out of the smug bitch as she watched her, but she knew better than to do that. Even without the blackmail material, Sombra had her uses. She was cocky, arrogant, and she was pretty sure she was playing both sides of the conflict between Overwatch and Talon, but she was still one of, if not the best, hacker her organization had under their belt.

Pulling off her shirt, Widowmaker tossed her first article of clothing over onto a nearby couch, revealing her plump full breasts. Trapped only behind her lacey black bra. "Un cuerpo apto para una santa." Sombra muttered under her breath as her eyes glossed over her form. She was fit and muscular while also having that sort of plumpness to her that made her all the more beautiful. She had seen plenty of women of her time that got her riled and ready, but she doubted someone out there would be able to make her feel the way that she was feeling now. Even some of the strip clubs she visited, which were meant for the highest class of person, weren't able to provide such dick-hardening material like this. Although, on the topic of strip clubs, a sudden idea began to form in her mind.

"Wait, I just got an idea...." Sombra suddenly chirped, not exactly the best thing in the world for Widowmaker, as she turned and watched as she walked over and grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over. Then, after situating it only a few feet away from her, she took a seat on it. "And for the icing on this little cake of ours," Sombra mutters as she presses a few buttons on her wrist device, causing the sound of soft jazz to emanate through the speakers Widowmaker had in her apartment. "There, now," Sombra finally says as she turns back toward the slightly confused assassin, who, at this point, was already putting the pieces together relatively quickly. "Give me a dance." 

"Ah, this was going to happen sooner or later." Widowmaker figures to herself. Although compared to the other stuff Sombra had gotten her to do, a strip show was relatively tame. And so, after reaching a feeling for the music, she started. First, swaying her hips from side to side to the soft, slow beat before she began to gyrate more of herself in a seductive manner, giving Sombra exactly the show she was looking for if the big dumb grin on her face was anything to go by as she continued to watch.

"Hope your enjoying this, Enfoirée." Widow thought to herself. Gyrating her body, she moved her hands downward into her bottoms and used her thumbs to slowly push them down before stepping out of them completely, leaving her only in her undergarments.

Turning around so that her back was to Sombra, Widowmaker then began to move back toward her, pushing out her plump, blue ass toward the hacker, who was more than happy to grab hold of it and dig her fingers into the plump flesh. In turn, caused the assassin to stifle a shiver that shook through her body as she continued on, even as Sombra pulled her rear up against her lap, telling her what she wanted her to do without even saying a single word in the process.

So, continuing to follow the music, Widowmaker ground her ass up against Sombra's crotch, letting her get a feel for the member trapped tightly behind the confines of her clothes. It wasn't the most unfamiliar sensation. Talon had sent her on occasion to act as an exotic dancer in various strip clubs and brothels to get close to a target. But in those moments, Widow felt like she was in her prime as she acted like a spider luring a lone fly into her web. But now, as she continued to dance for the perverted woman currently behind her, the tables were turned significantly. 

Shifting to turn around, Widow looked deep into Sombra's eyes. Her expression was soft but still held a high amount of disgust for the woman before her. "Mierda. Don't think I don't know your game. Bra off, now." Sombra commands.

Her dignity, far removed from what it was when she and Sombra first started whatever this thing was, still stung painfully as she reached behind herself with a huff and unclipped the fabric, letting it fall down from her chest and letting Sombra get herself an eye full of her thick tit-meat. "Shit, don't think I'll ever get tired of these things." Sombra remarks, biting her lower lip. "Hey, you don't mind if I- Eh, who am I kidding? You perfectly fine with it." Sombra says before she proceeds to lower her head forward and press her mouth over one of Widow's nipples, causing the assassin'sassassin's body, in turn, to go slightly rigid at the sudden sensation, but still, nevertheless, she went along with it. 

Panting slightly, Widow could feel her usually cold cheeks grow somewhat warm from the attention her tits were getting from Sombra as she sucked on her tit. By no means was she being gentle, something not surprising for the assassin, who had been put through the trial and true wringer by the hacker. Even then, she couldn't help but feel sensations of pleasure begin to go out through her body as Sombra continued to suck on her nipple. Slowly, she pulled her head back, dragging out Widow's tit softly in the process before her lips popped off with a satisfying pop of her lips. And then, once she was done with that tit, Sombra shifted over to the other one, softly moaning as she began to suckle on Widow's other tit, causing the assassin to feel more pleasure.

Below, she could also feel Sombra's grip on her ass tighten, keeping her place as her fingers dug into her panties firmly in a greedy grope that seemed to drag on for far too long. It was clear that after the hacker was done with her tits, she was going to be far from done with Widow herself. The night was still young, after all, and Sombra had all the time in the world to drag out whatever she wanted to do to her. Making Widow, in response, feel a level of helplessness that she wasn't used to, at least, not until recently.

Continuing to watch Sombra suck on her breast, she considered saying something as she felt a noticeable wetness begin to form between her legs. It was humiliating, but it was still something her body was enjoying despite the circumstances. Eventually, though, like before, Sombra pulled her lips free from Widow's nipple with another pop of her lips that rang throughout Widow's room.

"Heh, sorry about that. Think I got a little carried away there." Sombra chuckles, although the woman in her lap could tell she didn't actually care as she felt the grip on her ass tightens even more. "You can keep going."

And sure enough, with another huff and sigh from her lips, Widow resumed her lapdance, continuing to grind her crotch across Sombra's still-covered cock, which felt like it was just about to burst through her clothing itself.

"I gotta say, chica, I would've been surprised to see you showing such a degree of professionalism to such a dance style. But after I did a little digging into your mission history, I think I get it now." Sombra says, obviously having dug deeper than what Widow was expecting. "Brothels and strip clubs, Eh? Can make a woman wonder what kinds of stuff you got up to." Sombra remarks as she flips a finger underneath the hem of Widow's underwear and slowly begins to pull it down.

"Ngh...." Windowmaker grunts as she feels Sombra's hand travel down her thigh, getting a feel for the tender flesh she had already humiliated countless times over. Even though this was far from the first time Sombra had made her appearance inside Widowmaker's room, she always just seemed to have a way about her that made it feel like it was their first meeting.

The humiliation, the fury, the helplessness, it was all things she felt on a continued basis despite having gone through it countless times over. Although, despite all of that, it did give her some comfort that on some level, she wasn't getting used to the treatment.

Eventually, though, as she got her panties, leaving Widow completely in the nude as she gazed into the eyes of her situational captor. A part of her knew the game she was pulling, the blackmail, getting her to do certain things for her. Widowmaker was accustomed to the world of espionage long enough to know the certain tricks and tools of the trade. But on the other hand, she only used the knowledge she had over others to help serve Talon more than anything else. Not whatever Sombra was currently pulling over her.

"Ah, don't give me that look." Sombra rolls her eyes. Dismissing her anger like it was nothing as she trailed a hand down her body and began to undo her uniform covering her crotch, letting her thick cock bob free as a result. "Look, I even got your favorite toy for you." She chuckles playfully as Widowmaker gazes downward, knowing full well what was about to happen, but was still actively dreading it none the less. "Now then, get on your knees."

Letting a huff escape from her lips, Widowmaker complied. And so, in the bare hopes of just getting this over with already, she stood up and then kneeled down, coming face to face with Sombra's rigid member. If she had to give the hacker something, it would be that she wasn't lacking in the least. A solid foot of fuck meat, primed, readied, and capable of holding enough endurance that would leave most women out there exhausted.

"Ah, must be a stark contrast, huh? I bet you usually have all your partners on their knees, ready to do who knows what for you. And now here you are, kneeling in front of me like a prostituta." Sombra says, reaching down and grabbing a handful of Widow's hair also, putting her point across even further than it already was she began to drag her face over toward her crotch. First smearing her glands up against her pouting lips as Widowmaker at first resisted. Her dignity, battered down and almost destroyed, still put up a fairly commendable fight even though everything was still completely helpless. Eventually, though, when put against each other, Sombra's will end up overcoming her's, and she ends up opening her mouth, allowing Sombra to stick the head of her cock into her mouth. Thankfully, she did not take the chance to slam it all the way downward.

"There we go. I bet you that Tracer would be quite jealous if she saw us right now. Maybe I should take a little picture and send it over to her." Sombra comments, causing Widow to flash her teeth as she seriously wished she could've just bought her teeth downward and thrown Sombra's world into a well and truly fucked up loop. But she knew her place, even then and there, as the hacker continued to direct her head up and down her cock, pleasuring herself enough to the point that a steady stream of pre began to leak out from the head of her member and smear itself across her tongue. Causing Widow's nerves to stand on edge as she tightened her hands into fists.

Like the treatment, the various tastes and sensations were things that she hadn't gotten used to either. So, as the salty, bitter taste continued to swirl across her taste buds, she couldn't help but feel tears well up in the corners of her eyes. But instead of putting up a fight like she would've usually, the most she could really do now was just surrender herself to whatever Sombra had going through her head.

"Puta, I'm not expecting myself to do all the work here, am I?" Sombra asks, seemingly getting tired of having to be the one directing Widow's head up and down her cock even though it hadn't been all that long since they got started with this. But Widow didn't care, not in the least. Although, she didn't want to. With her current position, she knew what she had to do as she then began to take Sombra's cock into her mouth on her own accord, allowing Sombra to lean back and watch with that same satisfying smug smirk as she sucked her off.

"You know when we first started this little deal of ours, I thought you would've been a little bit out of practice," Sombra speaks casually, with Widowmaker following along with her words even though she wanted to block them out. "Cause, I thought, 'Hey, who's gonna be willing to put their polla in the mouth of a spider?' The dead husband thing also might've played a part in that, but, you know." Sombra shrugs her shoulders, earning herself a fierce glare from Widowmaker in response, although any threatening intention that she might've had was quickly overshadowed by the fact that she had a massive cock lodged in her mouth. And so, to grind even further on Widow's nerves and see how far she could take things, Sombra continued.

"But now, I must say that you have not fallen off a bit! I mean, if your husband was working with a boca coño like this, no wonder Talon wanted to get their hands on you." Sombra chuckles, pushing Widow far enough as she then softly, yet more than noticeably, presses her teeth into the hacker's member, causing an even more amused yet also cautious expression to cross her face as she knew better than to push things farther than where they were now.

"Alright, alright, I'm done." Sombra sighs, an ever-present smile still on her face as Widowmaker, after a few more moments, resumes pleasuring the hacker's cock with her mouth. At that point, growing more agressive just to get it all over with.

Reaching out, Widow grabbed hold of the chair Sombra was sitting on to stabilize herself for what was to come. After all that she had been through with the hacker, she knew what she was TRULY looking for, and so, after getting herself ready, the assassin began to bob her head down far enough to the point that the head of Sombra's cock began to tease the entrance of her throat. And then, from there, she began to progress it far enough that soon, with enough slight pressure and effort, she finally got her massive girth lodged down her throat.

But unlike all of those other times Sombra had taken her completely off guard, she was in complete and total control as she pushed her head further and further into the hacker's crotch. And so, as a result, felt her cock go down deeper into her maw also, giving herself an experience that, by no means, was the easiest thing to go through, but with her certain flexibilities, she was more than able to restrict her breathing enough so that she was able to take more of Sombra's cock down her mouth for longer periods of time.  

This wasn't the first time she had used her throat to pleasure someone, her husband- her old flame. She always wished to please him, and so, with enough practice on her part, she was able to truly achieve that goal she was looking forward to. But the fact that she was giving such treatment to Sombra, of all people, didn't help. As a matter of fact, it only made it worse for her. She always tried to avoid intimacy. All so that she could maintain that lasting close connection she had with.... Him. But over the course of the past few weeks, the hacker had taken the liberty of stripping all of that away from her.

Eventually, Widowmaker felt her nose bump up against Sombra's waist, but rather than pull her head back like most women would do in her situation, the assassin kept her head down and simply began to hum, causing her throat to vibrate around the hacker's member, eliciting a slight groan from her as a result. A good sign, for all intents and purposes, that she was managing to guide her along to that much-awaited orgasm.

"Always love those little tricks you do." Sombra chuckles as she reaches down a hand and tenderly brushes it through Widow's hair the same way she would a lover.

Widowmaker, she tried to ignore her prying and condescending words as she began to slowly navigate her head back. At the same time, slurping and sucking softly while twirling her tongue around her engorged length. And just as the head of her cock was sitting in her mouth past her lips, Widow repeated the entire process all over again as she navigated her head back down Sombra's cock until her face was pushed back into her crotch.

Against her chin, she could feel the cum inside of Sombra's balls churn and twitch, eager to let go of the payload and deliver it directly down her throat. She tried to push it to the back of her mind and focus on her current task, although that was quite difficult when she already had an idea of the type of fluid that would soon be invading her mouth and taste buds.

But knowing what she knew, Widowmaker knew that focusing on the loose details wouldn't do her any good. "Just focus on getting this over with already." She tells herself mentally as she tries to get her mind back on track. It was a despicable task, especially for a woman such as herself. But life had indeed screwed her over in ways that went beyond what happened to get her here in the first place. And so, she knew that despite it all, she just needed to do what she needed to do so that she could hopefully drink herself into a coma and hopefully forget that this event ever took place. Even if that meant putting ACTUAL effort into something she despised doing as her mouth began to suck even harder across Sombra's length, almost to the point that she was trying to wring her balls free of the liquid they had trapped within them.

"Glad to see you actually putting in some effort down there." Sombra comments as Widowmaker grows more eager with her oral efforts, knowing full well that it would only grind even harder on her nerves. But she couldn't really blame herself. A high and mighty bitch like this, reduced to her own personal cock sucking sex slave, who wouldn't be in love with this? Especially as she felt the assassin'sassassin's throat wrap and hold her cock tightly in its confines as she dragged it back and forth.

Widowmaker knew better than to throat fuck herself recklessly. It was a waste of time and effort on her part when she could get her to cum just as easily using other techniques that required far less work. And it was all just a matter of knowing what right buttons to push. So, as she continued to feel Sombra's massive member travel down her throat, she shifted one of her hands that was holding onto the chair the hacker was sitting on to grab hold of her balls and gently begin to fondle them. A motion of movement fit better for teasing prior to the foreplay they were doing now, but she knew, if done properly, would end up working wonders in hopefully getting her off.

"Be careful with those things, Chica. Lots of things are riding on their continued safety." Sombra says playfully, although the warning laced within it was completely clear to her as she continued to handle her orbs with the utmost delicacy, no matter how hard she wanted to bring her hand into a tight fist. But, throughout it all though, she felt her efforts slowly begin to bear fruit as she began to feel Sombra's cock twitch while it was in her mouth, telling her all that she needed to know as she continued pressing on with what she was doing.

"Mierda! Your fucking mouth." Sombra says, her confident front slowly fading away due to the intense pleasure her throbbing cock was going through, pushing her to the point that she was mere seconds away from bursting like a fire hose. Something that Widowmaker capitalized on further as she continued to suck for dear life. "Nghhhhh...." Sombra groans as the assassin's efforts finally overtake her.

The head of her cock explodes into a torrent of fluid that Widowmaker quickly swallows down before going so far as to press the member back down her throat, all so that she can avoid the taste. Even then, however, bits and splashes of the fluid still ended up making their way across her taste buds. 

Eventually, though, the flow began to finally subside, and so, Widowmaker began to pull her head back carefully, just to avoid any last-minute surprises hurdling her way before she pulled her lips free from the head of Sombra's cock.

Deep down afterward, as the both of them recovered, a part of Widowmaker hoped that this might've been all. That, a quick and satisfying job, would've been enough to satisfy Sombra for who knows how long until she requested her services once again. However, as she gazed up to look into the woman's eyes and still saw that continued lustful fervor, she knew that case was only a fantasy, as already, her cock was beginning to grow hard once again.

"C'mon, chica, your mouth is fun and all, but I think we both know what I'm REALLY looking for." Sombra says, earning herself another harsh glare from Widowmaker, who wished only to send her hurdling out her room's window. But still, she complied, standing up from her position as Sombra patted her lap to climb onto, making Widowmaker grind her teeth as she still, albeit reluctantly, went along with what she wanted. Leading her to feel Sombra's bulbous mushroom-tipped member press against the entrance of her pussy. "See? Whether you like it or not," Sombra pauses as she reaches out and presses both of her hands down on Widowmaker's ass and slowly pushes her down, penetrating her. "Even this little fuckable body of yours is excited." Sombra finishes as she pushes the rest of her cock inside her until the head of her member bumps against the entrance to her womb, causing Widowmaker to let out a huff from her lips as she tried to calm herself. 

The pleasure, while something she didn't want, was immeasurable, as what Sombra said wasn't entirely all that far off from the truth for the assassin as she slowly began to rise her ass back up before winding it back down. All the while, Sombra's grip on her plump, full ass remained tender and tight while also being soft enough as to not actually hurt her, something that Widowmaker herself only attributed to the hacker continuing down the line of treating her more like a lover than anything else.

"Un coño tan apretado." Sombra groans, causing a shiver to rack up Widowmaker's spine as she feels her fingers sink into her tender ass meat, obviously more than enjoying herself with a pussy that she had delivered her stick into on countless occasions. Seemingly getting the same satisfaction she gained when she first fucked her. Her genetically modified body meant for killing, spying, and just generally being the best that it could ever be, now reduced to nothing more than a cock sleeve for the world's sleepiest hacker.

Turning, Sombra looked into Widowmaker's expression, trying to gauge her expression on how she might've been feeling. As always, it was a mixture of reluctant pleasure and unbridled yet also subdued rage as she continued to slowly navigate her cock up into her pussy while, at the same time, the assassin moved her hips up and down her member. It was a nice change of pace from how things were at first. Sombra might've been a fairly fit and athletic woman, but she didn't quite appreciate having to be the one to do all the work. And so, having Widowmaker put in some effort of her own was an appreciated change. Although, that didn't stop her from occasionally poking the tiger.

[SMACK]

Widowmaker jumped as Sombra raised a hand and slapped a hand down across her ass, causing its thick juicy meat to ripple while also leaving behind a hot stinging handmark. "Don't do that!" Widowmaker says, finally breaking her minute-long silence, much to Sombra's own amusement.

"Why? I don't think I need to explain why you aren't the one in control here." Sombra says casually to the face of the woman capable of killing countless people without a moment's notice. Sure, she might've been frightening at first, but once Sombra saw Tracer speed blitz her pussy full of cock, the once terrifying spider assassin lost a lot of her terrifying allure. Instead of being replaced with something much more lustful. And to emphasize her point, Sombra raises her hand back up and delivers another slap to Widowmaker's ass.

"Putain de salaud!" Widowmaker curses, her once steady movement of her hips slowing down near to a complete stop as she glared down at Sombra. Even though she held power over her, there was a limit to what the assassin would be willing to take, and she was getting close to it if she wasn't already there. 

However, noticing her lack of movement, Sombra simply says, "Ah, ah, ah. Don't forget our deal, Amélie-"

"Then don't forget who I am also!" Widowmaker says, her voice laced with hot venom as she stares down at Sombra, who, surprisingly, backs down.

"Fine, Fine. No puedes aceptar una broma, verdad?" Sombra huffs before backing her hands off completely from Widowmaker's ass, letting the assassin do her work.

Seeing as how she had now garnered some form of respect and tolerance from the hacker, Widowmaker sighed as she resumed moving her hips up and down her cock. If she was planning on getting something out of this, then why shouldn't she also? And so, after making sure she was in the right position, Widowmaker began to steadily increase the speed at which she worked herself. Going from the slow, methodical pace she went at before to a more medium rate, causing more pleasure to echo throughout her frame as she went from reluctantly taking it to something more eager.

Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine that it was her husband's cock. Sure, it might've felt different, but it was the best she could possibly get as she remembered back to their times of intimacy. Despite being a gentleman, her husband was more than capable of getting rough also, but not in some brutish manner. He did it in a way that left her weak in the legs while also begging for more. Oh, how she remembered those times when he would come back from a hard day's work, covered in a thin layer of sweat, and proceed to lay into her like there was nothing else in the world. It was wonderful, and she wished that she could just go back. But now, she had to settle for her blackmailer's member as she got to the point that she was thoroughly pounding her hips down against Sombra's, causing the sound of thick clapping to echo throughout her room. Most likely getting loud enough that people outside would've been able to hear, but she didn't care. Her life was a total fucking mess, and she just needed a proper fucking to hopefully get her back on track.

And as she continued, it began to feel like it was. Ignoring the noticeable sounds of Sombra's grunting and groaning as she ringed out her cock for all the cum that was left in her balls, Widowmaker began to feel that blinding light of pleasure slowly approaching from the distance. All the while unknowingly pushing the hacker to that exact same place as her hips moved faster and faster.

"Oh, Gooooooooooooddddddd!" Widowmaker screamed as she finally came, pussy clenching down as hard as it could around Sombra's member before exploding into a tirade of juices that coated downward and onto the hacker's crotch. At the same time, Sombra herself reached that point also as her cock began to shoot and fill Widowmaker's cunt full of hot, gooey spunk. 

It was euphoric between the two of them as they were both trapped in their own separate worlds. For Sombra, it was being able to fuck a pussy she lusted after for ages on end. But for Widowmaker, as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high and opened her eyes, she was faced with the utter disappointment of where she was. Not in the loving arms of her husband but a co-worker of an organization that brainwashed her.

Taking in an angry breath through her nose as she began to feel how sweaty she actually was, Widowmaker rose to her feet and climbed off of Sombra's lap, letting her cock flop out of her in the process as she stood and already began to feel the hacker's excess cum start to leak down her leg. "There, are you happy now?" Widowmaker asks, picking up her clothing from the floor as she watches Sombra rise to her feet.

"Perfectamente." Sombra huffs, zipping her member back up into the confines of her uniform, not before stopping and turning toward Widowmaker and asking, "Could I get a little clean up here? You made quite the mess." 

To which Widowmaker responds with a look that told the hacker that she would soon be dead if she didn't get the fuck out of her room.

"Alright, alright. I get it, I get it." Sombra chuckles as she turns and leaves, finally leaving Widowmaker all by her lonesome.

Looking around at what she had, she compared it to her life before. How it was full of happiness and joy. But now, gazing around her barren apartment, she began to feel how truly empty it was and how alone she was also. She didn't have friends. She had co-workers. Co-workers who were capable of doing horrible things to her, and yet, she stayed. Stayed with the group of people who threw her life into the gutter and remolded her into the woman she was now.

And as she began to reach down and gather up her thrown-about clothing, she wondered, what did that say about Talon or herself?

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Howdy Doody!~ Hope you enjoyed this little sequel to my previous Overwatch story starring Tracer and Widowmaker. Always been a fan of the characters and also figured that there was a major lack of futa Sombra stories alongside futa Tracer stories. So what better thing to do than try to fill that void myself?

Anywho! Peeps on Patreon had access to this story for a while now for a measly and simple 3 dollars. So if you want the same kind of deal, check out the link to my Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/ZZOMBOHO

And if you want to get more directly updated as to when I upload, check out the link to my Twitter here: https://twitter.com/ZZOMBOHO

And as always, I hope you enjoyed!~