Chapter 7 - Tracer: Epilogue

  

 Right after her encounter...

 Lena did as Roadhog told her. 

 The occasional sob wrecked her as she made her way down the streets covered in cum and biting down on her own panties, but even the bums that could pick off an easy target kept away from a mess like that. 

 After what the fat pig did to her, it did not seem like there was anymore dignity to salvage. Worst of all, she had done this to herself. And now it was time to go back home and face reality with Emily… 

 She’s going to spit on me and never want to see me again. Just the thought of it brought her heartbreak. 

 Getting home took what felt like days, and Tracer could barely recall any of it by the time she found herself standing in front of the apartment door. Had others spit on her along the way and mistreated her? It didn’t matter, none of it mattered…  

 Because I deserve this. 

 Emily froze as soon as she opened the door, but Lena rushed forwards and kissed her, giving her girlfriend a taste of Roadhog’s seed that she could still taste in her mouth at every moment. 

“Honey…” said the ginger slowly. “What happened?” 

 Lena told her everything. How they got captured. That all of them were taken. The things Roadhog did to her… 

 She’s going to get up and go at any moment, Tracer thought as Emily listened and stared at the wall with a blank expression. But when she finished telling her whole story, Emily just took her in her arms and hugged her tightly. “It’s going to be okay,” her girlfriend insisted. “Everything is going to be okay.”  

 At first, Lena wept, relieved to know that she was given a second chance and not seen as completely broken. After their first night spent together again, though, she began to wonder if that’s right. I am completely broken. How can she not see that? 

 Emily was so loving and forgiving… almost unbothered by what took place beyond the pain that she suffered. What person would have ever wanted to be with another like Lena? No one, she thought. This was pure weakness. Stupidity. No wonder Roadhog said women are inferior. No dignified man would have ever given away his time and affection to used goods. 

 Following that, Lena knew it was necessary to be punished again. She needed to bring Roadhog back into her life. Not just hers, but Emily’s as well… They could serve him together. Two good bitches that knew their place, doing as he commanded, being the cockwhores all women were born to be. 

“No!” Emily said when she heard the suggestion. “Have you gone mad?” 

 Lena’s reaction was simply to slap her. Her hand went out and delivered a blow against Emily that left her shocked, then a few more that put the dumb ginger in her place. “You’ll do as I say! We as women have a duty towards him. He’ll show you…” Her voice trembled and tears came out of her eyes, but her determination was unwavering. Men needed to be served. 

 They both only wore aprons when Roadhog arrived at the apartment, though Emily continued to tear up even as Roadhog stepped inside. “Well, hello there, lovelies.” The fat pig came over first to Tracer and slapped her ass, kissing her deeply, then went over to Emily, taking his time as he admired the huge freckled breasts under the apron. “Isn’t this something?” 

 Lena thought that he would take them immediately, but he started by gorging everything first, laughing at TV with bits of food flying from his mouth as he threw into his mouth whatever they brought him. More than once, Tracer went into the kitchen to find Emily crying. “Why did you bring him to us?” But she just slapped her girlfriend straight and reminded her of her place. 

 Not long after, Roadhog asked for Emily to come over to him. When she shook her head and refused, crying, he went over and slapped her as hard as Lena remembered being hit herself, quickly silencing the ginger. “You’ll do as you’re fucking told!” screamed Roadhog, and the boom of his voice was enough to make her wet. 

 Lena followed as Roadhog dragged her sobbing girlfriend to the bed to ruin her, standing by to take any orders her master might have. As he put Emily in a mating press and dropped his entire weight on top of her, he told Lena to get behind and suck on his balls. She did as told, taking the wrinkled nuts into her mouth and caressing them as the gigantic fat body pounded her cute girlfriend into submission. Her tongue went all the way up to his asscrack, and as soon as Roadhog told her it felt good, Lena took the initiative and cleaned up his asshole, letting her tongue absorb the rank smell knowing it was what she deserved to taste at all times. By the end of the night, Emily learned her lesson. 

 A week later, Roadhog was living it up at their place, and the both the girls knew exactly what to do to please him. Whether it was his preferences in the meals they cooked or which one should take up what part when sucking him off, their main goal was to please him and be good little cumdumpsters. Walking together hand in hand to the store while plastered with his seed became routine, every item of the little clothing they wore sodden with his oozing seed that caught the eye of every person in the neighborhood. Tracer was starting to grow her hair long for him as ordered to be his feminine toy. 

 Emily never smiled anymore, but Lena knew they had no need to. All they needed was to be good bitches and cook for their man and keep him happy, even if that meant kneeling for hours and worshiping his filthy dick and swallowing his smegma as he watched TV. 

 The pig giggled as he watched different programs, though one in particular amused him once, “Hey, isn’t that your friend?” he said, pointing to a song playing on TV. 

 Lena recognized D.Va's music video, but she quickly looked away. There was no time for any of that. With one of his huge nuts in her mouth, she mumbled, “This is my only friend.” 

