Chapter 11 - Brigitte: Epilogue

 Brigitte could barely see the TV in the whorehouse for all the smoke that came from the customers sitting in the front. Now that almost a year had passed, Brigitte learned to speak Spanish pretty well, and followed with apathy as broadcasters showed the wrongdoing that took place worldwide on a daily basis. 

 No more Overwatch. Not for the rest of the world, and not to save her either… 

 As she stepped outside of the rundown building she now spent her days in, she could see a bunch of young girls passing by with D.Va’s music blaring from headphones. Were they even aware what those songs were about submitting to BBC? Brigitte wasn’t sure what was worse, that she had no idea what happened to some of her friends, or that she knew exactly what happened to some of them… 

 The only thing she was happy about is that no one knew what happened to her. Now she was so changed that she doubted they could even recognize the same old Brigitte. Work at the whorehouse was tough, and all the girls were required to go above and beyond to make sure the customers were satisfied. Given that she was fucked by an animal, many of the more religious folk in the nearby area wouldn’t even touch Brigitte, seeing her as a piece of trash that degraded her very soul in the act of bestiality. It was hypocritical, since donkey shows were always popular... The only ones left were the desperate drunks that were willing to fuck anything and the well-off customers coming from the cities and even other countries that were interested in abusing a whore however they wanted. 

 The cartel pimps running the brothel made sure to give her a boob job when one of the clients requested and offered to pay for it himself, and so it continued with a clit piercing, belly-button piercing, and then the latest was a ring that went through her tongue and was big enough for a finger to go through and grab hold of, as so many men were happy to do.

 Brigitte knew her time was limited. She had become a fuck animal to be pumped and dumped, and in a few years time she would join in with the other whores that were starving from lack of clientele till they submitted themselves to more deranged acts like the donkey shows, till they broke down completely and ended their own lives by jumping off a bridge or getting executed by one of the cartel members. 

 For a Swedish hero that thought she knew where her life was going, Brigitte knew that she was practically dead. The pimps offered her to clients as a Brigitte look-alike, which is exactly what she believed herself to be now. The real Brigitte was dead. All that remained was this banged-up whore made for abuse. Whenever she glanced down at her huge fake tits and the new tattoos that covered her body, she knew that couldn’t be the real Brigitte. The real Brigitte would’ve never done that… 

 As she stood in the doorway smoking, one of the pimps came and slapped her hard. “The fuck are you doing, puta? Didn’t I tell you to get inside? Your john is going to be showing up at any moment.” 

 Brigitte did as she was told and went upstairs to the room that was nominally hers. The walls were covered with pictures of her best-paying clients’ exploits, including one that had simply paid her to get fucked by his dog. And at the top of them all, it simply said: BRIGITTE OVERWATCH in the wrong font. The Swede would’ve been insulted if not for the fact that both Brigitte and Overwatch were dead. I’m just a puta now. 

 She was cleaning herself up when four armed guys in sunglasses entered. People were cheering downstairs, and as her client came up, she could hear a man say in a familiar accent: “... are on me.” 

 When she saw the short and bulky blond man that entered her room, Brigitte almost fainted. Dad? 

 His usual outfit was gone, but there was no doubt in her mind that it had to be her father. Did he come to save me? The thought was scary. The last person she would have wanted to gaze upon her when she looked like this was her own father. 

 Brigitte tried not to think of Torbjorn at all. They were never particularly close with the amount of work he went through, but she still knew he must have missed her. She had seen reports on TV more than once that talked about how he searched for his daughter, though there was no trace. 

 The pimp stepped into the room. “Well, señor, this is her.” 

 Torbjorn took a few steps closer to the bed as Brigitte’s blood began to rush with anxiety. Under the bushy eyebrows, she could see his eyes narrowing, but there was no recognition... “Doesn’t look that much like Brigitte, does she? A little banged up, too…” 

“Come on, señor! She’s practically identical.” 

“I was hoping for some fresh girls.”

 The pimp grinned and slapped his back. “Stick around, eh? Our men are going to hit a place tomorrow that has a pesky Catholic convent. I’m sure some of those nuns will be sweet and juicy - just like you like ‘em, señor.” 

 What was he implying? Wait… her father had come here before? So he wasn’t looking for her. They just offered her up to him because he was a regular customer? 

“This one can be feisty,” said the pimp. “You want me to leave a guard with you?” 

 Torbjorn shook his head. “No need, I can handle myself. Gracias.” 

 As the men left, Brigitte could see the pimp mouthing a “Don’t fucking let me down” at her before he closed the door. 

 All she could do was stare at her father, dumbfounded.

“Well, I gotta say, you do look almost like the spitting image of her. I had to tell them otherwise to keep the price down, you understand. Otherwise the bastards would take the skin off o’ me. You speak English, girl?”

 Brigitte passed the pierced tongue between her teeth and answered with a lispy and accented, “Yes.” 

 Torbjorn frowned, then reached out and slapped her hard enough to make her ear ring. “What is it that you said? You will address me as sir, you fucking puta! Your kind are truly just scum. Aren’t you? You know who I am?” 

 Brigitte was shocked to see this level of aggressiveness coming from her father. “T-Torbjorn? 

“That’s right. That makes me your daddy, you dumb whore.” He reached out and grabbed her by the tongue ring and grinned. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. I always thought fucking Brigitte would remain a dream. But here you are, the perfect copy, just waiting to be taken. You better make this worth it for me. You understand? 

 When Brigitte failed to respond instantly, he slapped her again, harder this time, then spit in her face. “Do you understand me, puta?” 

“Yes, sir…” she told him reluctantly. “I understand…” 

“Get the fuck on your knees then.” 

 Brigitte did as told and watched as her father stripped away his pants and took out what appeared to be a monstrously long and engorged shaft, the head twitching and dripping as it emerged from his wrinkled foreskin - the strong blue veins bulged along its entire edifice. 

 He can’t make me do this. I’m his daughter… He needs to know that I’m the real Brigitte. I need to tell him before he does this. “Dad. Stop. It’s me.” 

 Torbjorn raised a curious eyebrow at her. “Is it really?”

“Y-Yes,” she stammered desperately. “Please, Daddy, don’t do this. I’m so sorry. I don’t know know how to begin to explain all this…” 

 Torbjorn stroked her face. “My good little girl.” 

 Starved for affection, Brigitte placed her palm against his hand and came closer. Though her breasts were bare, all she wanted was to embrace her father. “Daddy…” 

 But the light in his eyes was the same as before. “I gotta give it to these guys, they made you worth every penny. You nailed my Brigitte down perfectly. Except for this ugly whore body.” He smacked one of her tits angrily. “Who the hell thought this was a good idea?” 

 He doesn’t believe me?...

“Now, take my dick.”

“No… Wait, Daddy, I ca-” 

 Torbjorn wasted no time and brought her down on his dick by force, stretching her nipples without concern. Brigitte sobbed as she was forced to down her father’s own shaft, knowing with certainty that her last chance at redemption was gone. He doesn’t even recognize me… 

“Go on, fucking suck!” he boomed, delivering another blow to her heavy cowtits that sent them flying from her chest. “Are you really this inexperienced? I’m paying good money for this, you fucking cow! Suck!” 

 A crying Brigitte struggled to take in the rest of his thick shaft and gagged as it made its way down her tight throat. Torbjorn got tired and put both hands on her head and started to throatfuck her as he wanted all along, savagely slamming his dick down into her throat till his sweaty balls slapped against her chin. He brought the puta all the way down on his immense dick till he could see the veiny shaft bulging from her throat, then switched gears and used all of his remaining energy to hold her down. 

“That’s nice, huh? You should enjoy it. Can’t be that often that you get to enjoy a celebrity. Now you can go tell all your friends back home that you’ve fucked the great Torbjorn.” He laughed and slapped the back of her head. “Gotta say, you might not be the only one. Your mother wasn’t a whore, too, was she? I know some of these stupid bitches decided to keep my seed. I guess it doesn’t matter much.” 

 So this was the father that she never knew. When Torbjorn said that he had business in the Americas, was this what he was coming to do? To fuck poor girls that ended up as whores working for the cartel? And the pride in his voice when he said that they kept their seed. Does that mean I’ve got siblings here? Father, you’re awful! 

 Brigitte wanted it all to stop. She would’ve left right now and jumped out the bridge at the end of town and saved herself from what was to come… but another part of her knew she needed to submit until the very end. There was the part of her brain that made her feel guilty and ashamed to learn these things, to be fucked in this way by her own father after her entire body had been degraded beyond recognition, the part that told her it was better to kill herself than continue like this. And then there was the part trained by the cartel, the docile cow that knew she needed to satisfy and follow orders, that knew she could not deny access to her body so long as the clients paid for everything. Whatever they wanted, it needed to be her pleasure to supply.

 Torbjorn lodged his dick inside so perfectly that she could no longer breathe at all, and the old man seemed happy with the result. He held her still, watching her struggle to take a single breath, relishing the desperate look on her reddened face as her drool crept out of her nose like the sands rushing down an hourglass. 

“You want to breathe again?” Brigitte could barely focus from lack of air. Her eyes closed as she got ready to pass out, but a firm slap on the back of her head brought a spike of pain that kept her awake. “You want to breathe, stupid puta? Hold your fucking eyes open. I’ve got a treat coming your way. If you move a single fucking muscle, I’m going to beat you to death. You understand? So don’t you fucking move. Keep those eyes open.” 

 Only tears came out of her beautiful blue eyes as she raised the lids with two fingers and kept them open. Her father cackled to himself as he pulled out his dick and rubbed the sloppy and hot meat right in front of her face. Drool poured out of Brigitte’s open and trembling mouth, her pierced tongue lolling out like a dog’s. 

 Torbjorn tilted his head back and came right into her eyes, making sure the load covered them both up perfectly. Her father disappeared from her gaze as his hot seed came to mix with her tears and ran down her face, stinging terribly as the cum washed out her sight. Not only was her father not remorseful, but he sounded gleeful at the sight of her pain. Why is he doing this to me? sobbed Brigitte. Why would he do this to anyone? No wonder this is happening to me. I deserve this. This is divine punishment for his actions… Brigitte knew that some of the local religious superstition was rubbing off on her, but it was impossible to dismiss the coincidence of ending up being his whore at a place he frequented. 

 Torbjorn looked upon her cum-glazed eyes with satisfaction, then took out his phone and took a few shots of it for good measure. “I always wanted to do this to the real Brigitte. Shame I never got my chance. But you’ll do, won’t you? Look at those pretty puppy eyes buried in cum. How does it feel to know that this is what you were made for? To make a man’s fantasies come true for a short time before being tossed aside forever like a wet rag?”

 Brigitte’s body started shaking from the inside out as her heart exploded to pieces. There were no words that came to her; instead, she only wept cummy tears from her eyes. 

 Torbjorn slapped her face and her tits for good measure, then gave her a kick in the strong abs. “Shut the fuck up, you dumb whore. If you don’t want to get fucked, why didn’t you get a real job? Stop your whiny fucking crying and admit you’re lucky I’m here to pay you. Dumb whores like you would starve without good men like me.” He put his finger through the tongue ring and led her towards the bed, slapping her fat ass raw as the sobbing Swede climbed on top. 

 Torbjorn mounted his daughter and slammed her legs back over her tear-and-cum-stained torso, then dropped down into a mating press. His strong cock still throbbed despite his earlier performance, and he quickly slipped it into her abused cunt and hammered it down with all his might, laughing heartily to know that he was still at the top of his game after so many decades. 

“That’s right, cry you fucking slut!” he said with hate, spitting into her face. He could hear the tendons in her legs popping as he forced them down in the mating press, but that only made it better. 

“Tell me, what do you think it would cost to get them to take you off your pill? Hmm? Should we put a baby inside of that womb? Maybe that’s the one good thing you can do before they put you out of your misery, whore. Make another baby with good genes as a replacement instead.” 

 That would have been more awful than she could ever imagine. To have the child of her own father. Not to mention after finding out all this stuff about him. Brigitte tried not to think about it, until she saw the leering grin on his face and realized… Did he mean now? Did he mean she would be off her pill now? 

“No, no, no,” whispered Brigitte. She could not have her father’s child. That was insane! This time she used her entire force to push him off, but there was no use. He just smacked her down viciously, far harder than before, choking her into submission. All she could do was sob and beg him to stop. “Noh, Dah-ddy, pleashe…” 

“You’re going to have my fucking baby. That’s that. Here it comes. Here’s your baby, whore.” 

“Nooohhh!” mewled Brigitte.

“Yeeees!” screamed Torbjorn, finishing her off with a few final thrusts like a smith ending his work on a blade. “Here. It. Comes.” 

 Brigitte gasped as she could feel his hot seed filling up her womb. Her fingers traced down over her stomach, feeling the powerful twitches of his dick inside, and she could already imagine having his baby growing there. A nightmare.

“Who does your pussy belong to, puta?”

“Youh, Dahddy…” 

 Torbjorn caressed her face as she wept. “And that womb and that baby. Whose are those?” 

“Youhrs…” 

“That’s a good bitch.” 

 Brigitte thought there would be more, but Torbjorn just passed her a tip, got dressed, and left the room. He never returned once in the three more weeks that he stayed in town, choosing instead to fuck younger virgins as they delivered them up to his room. Brigitte couldn’t even sleep as she thought about the baby growing up inside of her. 

 Before he left, Torbjorn asked to see her and pet her stomach. “You’re going to take care of that bugger, won’t you, now? See you all soon!” he said happily. 

“Maldito pendejo,” said one of the pimps with a displeased face. “You,” he said to Brigitte. “Go and get your abortion at the clinic before it closes. Go on.” 

 And that was that. Her worries were gone as they took out her baby and left her only a broken whore. Since the pimps knew there was little mileage left on her, they said she could work for another year in the whorehouse.

“Then we’ll move you. I hope you still know how to fuck donkeys. People pay a good price to see that."

