Chapter 2 - Version 2 (Sombra)

 
 
DORADO, MEXICO
City of Gold Institution, Vishkar Corporation
 
Satya Vaswani, better known to the world at large as Symmetra, sighed. It was a sigh of stress, edging towards frustration. She used to be so calm, so collected, so… boring. Her time with Overwatch had made her into an adrenaline junkie. She pushed herself back from the document-covered table, making paper flap to the floor. She’d managed to maintain a stable outward personality, but now she could never deny that those inner desires, for excitement and pain and fear, existed. She’d grown up as the perfect little scientist, and those days were over. She stared bitterly at the documents, hating them. She had learned first-hand how easy it was to make big change with physical strength. The war against the Omnics, and against the rest of Overwatch had taught her that sometimes force could only be answered with force. Sweat dripping down the chocolate skin of her forehead, Symmetra raised her good arm and concentrated, breathing out as she formed a cohesive ball of blue light hovering just above her fingers. The form was unstable, “dripping” onto her palm, the circle wavering. With another breath out, she dropped her hand, and the ball fell to the floor where it broke apart like a liquid. Her concentration was so shot she couldn’t even form hard light. And she was expected to give a presentation tomorrow. The papers behind her would all have to be filled out and stacked neatly, all two thousand of them. If she was still in her prime, she could do it. She thought she could. “The path is open,” she said, letting out air through her teeth. That was what she was supposed to say to open the new Dorado plant. She hoped to find comfort in the mantra, but it was fruitless. It was only when she sat back down and tried to pick up the pen that she felt the itch inside her driving her to get up and do something. As she felt the stress rise, something else rose also.
 
Her single-piece blue skinsuit had a long, trailing loincloth between her legs, and it bulged obscenely near her knees. “Oh god, not again,” she wailed, cursing her biology. She was born with a cock and it only grew bigger as she grew up. The obscene piece of meat was almost twenty inches when fully hard, and insatiable. She had already masturbated to orgasm five times today. There was a gallon jug near her feet that was full to the rim, and she’d emptied it into the toilet once already. More than a couple of the pages in the finished stack were stuck together with shemale glue. Her balls were bigger than apples, plump and round and needy. Tight underwear and aggressive tucking only went so far. And as she fed her need, it only grew. The loincloth trailed to the side as the impressive meat-log rose to its peak, throbbing angrily before Satya’s eyes, and she frowned. Tenderly she reached out and slid her fingers around the rim of her aching dick, the gaping piss-hole staring back at her frankly. It had started in her young twenties when her dick grew big enough to slide a finger inside. She did so now, and its muscles gripped hungrily at her fingers. “J-just once more,” she said to herself, almost immediately plunging two fingers down the hole to the second knuckle. She hissed, not out of pleasure or stress but certainly frustration as what should have offered release only felt like more. She had sustained herself on covertly-purchased metal sounds in her twenties, and one crazed day, began to form twisting shapes out of hard light, stuffing them mercilessly down her cock as far as they would go. There was nothing so sensitive as her urethra, she supposed that females must feel something similar to that, but she guessed, less intense. Now 28, Symmetra had become obsessed with pushing the boundaries of her pain and pleasure. It was a runaway system, a downward spiral with seemingly no bottom. No kinds of normal masturbation were truly satisfying now despite the obscene amount of cum she would pump out during a pleasureless hand-assisted orgasm. Only using her cock as a tight pussy brought her any amount of real, lasting relief. And it only returned again in a day, stronger than ever.
 
Satya spun the chair to her monitor, clicking through the security footage. Her turrets were placed everywhere, serving as perfectly good cameras as well as nonlethal defensive implements. The building was empty for the night. 
 
With her enormous erection swinging before her, Satya made her way to the biotic field testing chamber. It was the main event for the Dorado plant. Suffusing the air with biotic energy caused wounds to heal nearly instantly. However, this also posed a permanent danger: If, for example, someone was to accidentally cut their finger off, their skin would immediately heal over the wound, making it impossible to reattach. That was why the power supply to the room was monitored closely. 
 
It was this room and this technology that Symmetra blamed primarily for her inability to be happy with what had pleased her yesterday. Every time she stretched herself open, it was worse, her piss-hole gaped more, her cock lengthened from the stretching, her balls filled fuller. But she couldn’t stop herself, she was like a drug addict, addicted to the opiate of pain.
 
Symmetra checked that the power was off, and it was. She took a short breath, raised her hands, and began to work. Light began to coalesce before her. Her turrets were self-powering; she didn’t need to access the facility to do this trick (the only way she’d gotten away with it). She created a perfect ring of eight turrets, and then another eight in a larger ring around them, and with a dull buzz, blue light erupted from the nose-cone of each one, forming a crackling torus of electricity. With this, she could power the room and nobody would be any wiser for it.
 
She had been working on the technique for a few weeks, and every time, it got a little more intense. Slowly, before her eyes, the shape of a chair with a circular seat began to form. A high-backed chair with solid-looking arm-rests. The texture was plastic, coming out smooth like white porcelain. The chair was comfortable, with foam-light cushioning on the seat and arm-rests. She licked her dry lips, quivering with excitement as she saw the blue light begin to form an outline of a big ramrod, probably nine inches long and an inch wide, then fill in to a solid blue color. Instead of coalescing to real hardness, this energy remained a vibrant, pulsing blue, symbolizing how the size and shape of the ramrod could change at the user’s will. Satya licked her lips a second time, drying up in anticipation of the massive tool punishing her rear end, spreading her cheeks and pushing deep into her body. Her asshole twitched, and with one hand, she gently stroked her erection, as if to calm it. “Soon,” she whispered, lips now glistening softly. 
 
She settled in, planting her plump ass on the chair. The seat was round, letting the ramrod poke up in the middle. It squished gently between her cheeks, molding them around it, and she sat comfortably. She closed her eyes, shivering once as her weight nestled her a further inch onto the dildo. The texture was smooth, and electricity ran over its surface, providing a very pleasant buzz on her sensitive flesh. Her panties already long-since removed, and her loincloth doing nothing to protect her nethers from below, Satya retrieved a remote control from her pocket and regarded it briefly. There was a single red button which could be pushed up to five times to bring the machine to the final stage, one stage at a time. There was also a sixty second window during which the stage could not be advanced, to keep the user from dialing it up too rapidly. As well, the machine couldn’t be turned off until sixty seconds had passed in stage 5, the most intense one. Once she strapped in, she was in for the long haul. She pushed the button.
 
The rod slid up another two inches, its girth considerable for the average slut but not for Satya. She spread her cheeks and invited it in. Her teeth sank into her lip as it pushed into her, a large piston at its base forcing it upwards. Feeling her asshole stretch open around it was a blast of pleasure. Oh yes, Satya loved to be ripped open. She sighed in relief as the peculiar sensation intensified, something she desired so badly after a few hours of scribbling over paperwork. It felt like this was her new purpose in life, to be torn apart by massive cocks… Her ass was rather sensitive, being soft, pink flesh that yielded easily before the electric fuckrod. She closed her eyes and waited as long as she could, her cock still hard and twitching. A droplet of precum rolled out of the tip every few seconds. At last she craved more so badly she couldn’t wait, and pushed the button.
 
The hard-light dildo began to swell, slowly, giving her time to adjust. It wasn’t the speed that drove her crazy, but the final size. After ten seconds, it had swollen to a two-inch diameter, and she was almost being pushed up out of the seat. Her toes curled, and her tongue hung from her mouth for a moment before she had the presence of mind to suck it back in. “Ohhhh,” she cooed, reaching up with her free hand and squeezing one of her fat tits. Her upper lip slid over the lower as she moaned in need, the dildo pumping in and out, grinding against her prostate. Her eyes narrowed, and she moved her hips, finding that perfect position to get fucked. She knew she found it when her dick suddenly throbbed wildly, aching like never before, and pissing precum, a few drops of clear fluid leaking from the tip every second, forming a little puddle on the ground. Oh gods, that feels good, she thought, eagerly pushing herself backwards, fucking her prostate on the overgrown tool. Her nutsack hung between her legs, and the dildo slid against them, covering itself in ballsweat. A small ding signaled sixty seconds passed. Her lower lip quivered, her expression went weak, and she pushed the button a third time.
 
The harsh, insectoid buzz of the energy turrets increased in pitch as they pumped more electricity into the system. The dildo exploded in size, growing to a mind-melting 5-inch diameter that was enough to force Symmetra’s lips to pull back and to grit her teeth in an expression of absolute pain and pleasure. “Oh fuck!” she cried, her eyes watering like crazy. This was… thicker than the last time she had sat on it, she wasn’t ready. She was getting pushed out of the chair by it now. “Restraints,” she said aloud; automatically, metal manacles erupted from the chair, grabbing her wrists and ankles, holding her tightly in place. She might have been able to at least squirm out of the seat, were it not for the enormous blue cock that was now pumping in and out of her delicious brown ass cheeks with a frighteningly quick rhythm. Had she increased the size and then forgotten about it? Whatever, I don’t care, it feels amazing. Symmetra sighed in pleasure. Losing control of a situation was one of her biggest kinks. She had spent her whole life in control, prepared for every situation. Toeing the line was terribly exciting. Vaguely she remembered adding a randomizer that could mess with the functions, speeds, and sizes to a certain extent, but not this much. A programming error? Maybe. She couldn’t think about it anymore, couldn’t think about anything anymore as it began to accelerate, fucking her more and more harshly, until her dick was as hard as diamonds, with veins as big as worms standing out of the flesh and pulsing needfully. At the same time as she mentioned restraints, the next part of the phase began, with a large white-plastic arm sliding out from under the chair and settling near the head of her penis. She started to pant hard, blowing air though her lips as an electric-blue corkscrew began to slide from the head of the spherical head. Lengthy, girthy, and with raised edges that glowed white, the screw gazed at her urethra like a perverted bird before locking on to the rhythm of the wobbling and pushing the tip against her gaping hole. Symmetra screamed in pleasure as it dipped inside, wrenching her open cruelly. The head began to spin, screwing itself into her dick, inch after inch disappearing into her body and making her cock bulge outrageously. The skin turned pinker as blood rushed to the surface, her cock stretched thin as a sudden great mass took up occupancy in the inside. She swore in Indian, her toes and fingers curling painfully hard, almost crushing the remote control until she managed to relax her fingers. The screw continued deeper and deeper, inexorably and uncaringly raping open her most sensitive hole, until finally it bottomed out, and a further set of clamps erupted from the head and grabbed her cock forcefully. The bird-like head with two blue glowing eyes seemed to stare at her, waiting patiently for the next command.
 
She pushed the button a fourth time.
 
The whine of the turrets increased again, Satya quivering in her seat. The chair reached out with two new hands, its metal fingers sinking into her large brown chest and squeezing it painfully from both sides. The screw stopped spinning and started to fuck instead, the heavy manacles around her penis stopping it from simply sliding up and down. She couldn’t wriggle away from it as pain erupted in her bladder while the cruel head punched it with mechanical precision, and the dildo in her ass grew another inch, now beginning to bulge out of her stomach as it fucked her. The dildo was almost the size of her torso now, and it began to grow small nodules all over, like the spikes on a cat’s cock. The nubs were, thankfully, smooth and around, and the dildo began to gentle spin in circles as it fucked in and out, tearing her asshole open once again. The biotic field of the room kept her safe, although every tear of the skin healed over right away, and Satya knew she’d have to deal with a ridiculously stretched asshole for at least a few days after this. The nubs teased her delightfully, pushing on all the right spots before circling away, leaving her just enough time to miss the sensation before another nub appeared to slide across the sensitive spot again. She managed to concentrate hard enough to close her mouth, but with her hands tied to the chair, she couldn’t wipe the drool away. Her cock was an angry red now, being mercilessly pummeled by the enormous blue corkscrew until it felt like she was going to piss herself. Her high heels clacked against the floor as she writhed in the chair, her body autonomously trying to wriggle free of the pain, like an animal with its leg in a bear trap. There was a soft beep, and Symmetra looked down at her hand, where the button glowed ominously red. She had never gotten the machine up this high. The last three times she did this, she cancelled the program during stage 4.
 
She pushed the button.
 
The whine died down. No, actually, realized Symmetra, the whine had gotten so high-pitched that she could no longer hear it. The spinning of the dildo and fucking of the corkscrew slowed almost to a stop, and the lights in the room darkened slightly. “Wait, what’s going on?” she said, looking around in confusion. Earlier the girth had been a little weird, and she certainly didn’t remember installing nubs on the dildo. Another arm appeared from behind the chair, popping a ball gag into her mouth. Furiously she fought against it, but it automatically tracked her face, keeping her from making much noise beyond squeals of displeasure. Then a monitor on the wall winked on, and a face Symmetra recognized appeared there.
 
“Boop!” said a cheerful, Mexican-accented voice. Olivia Colomar’s face swamp into view on the monitor, better known as Sombra, the black-suited Talon operative with spiked purple hair. “Enjoying my little hack? You thought you could just open a Vishkar plant on my home territory, darling,” she giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the whole world knows just what a depraved slut you are.” She had picked up a thing or two from Widowmaker, who was well-known for using her wall-hacking surveillance to put heroes on display and ruin their reputation. “No, don’t get up. You don’t have to say anything either;” the hacker’s sibilant voice teased her ears. “You look like you’re full of… things to take care of,” she finished somewhat lamely, not being as accustomed to it as Widow. “I’ll leave you to your business. And in the morning everyone will see what a pathetic, useless dicksleeve you’ve turned yourself into. Bye bye,” she said, sliding her fingers in sequence in that peculiar wave of hers. The monitor went black, and the lights turned on, revealing more than a dozen of Symmetra’s turrets attached to the walls. But they weren’t Symmetra’s turrets. Instead of her trademark blue and white, they were camouflaged black and purple, with little red eyeballs in the center of the camera. Unmistakably Talon. Symmetra flushed with fear.
 
The fifth stage unpaused as Sombra disappeared. The long break was explosively interrupted as both dildos grew harsh spikes, most certainly not something Symmetra had programmed herself. Her jaw dropped as her muscles tensed up, and in her mechanical arm, she accidentally crushed the remote. Both hard-light fuckrods started pumping again, but the rhythms of both were irregular, not synced to each other, and changing constantly. Only the restraints kept her in her chair, and as one last cruel trick, a pair of manacles erupted around the base of her cock, squeezing it tightly, while a matching smaller one clamped her balls, stopping her from cumming. The spikes carved into her inner walls, slashing her sensitive urethra and vulnerable asshole. She would have screamed, given an oral command to stop, but the ball gag was still stuffed in her mouth, and worse, had grown its own hard-light dildo that was raping her throat. Her eyes rolled back in pain, and she knew she was well and truly fucked. Her hands released the broken remote, and the plastic chunks fell to the ground with a clatter of finality. Every cut from the spikes healed instantly from the room’s influence, only tearing her holes wider and healing them that way, turning her ass into a pothole and her dick into a ragged mess. She screamed and screamed, tears spilling down her eyes as she had the best night of her life. Losing control of the situation made her cum uncontrollably, over and over, but with her dick plugged and balls clamped, her nuts simply grew more and more swollen with spunk until the merest movement of her distended and cum-stuffed sack was enough to drive her crazy, even without all the rest.
 
Slowly her holes were remodeled wider and wider, and the dildos grew to fit, until she was being repeatedly pumped with hyper-sized cocks just like she had always fantasized. She hated it, but she loved it. She could have strangled Sombra, she could have kissed her. The need was incredibly intense even as the rest of her body rejected it. She cried with pain and pleasure alike as she sank deeper and deeper into depraved lust, eventually beginning to fuck the machine back, making the chair squeak and squeal with her efforts to break herself on it. Her mind went blank, her thoughts replaced with only a raw, animal need to fuck. She rutted into it, slamming her ass into the seat on the backwards thrust, pushing the corkscrew to the hilt in her dick on the forwards. Her cockhead smushed against the round head in a lewd kiss accompanied by a gasping moan of pleasure from Symmetra. “Yessssssss,” she roared huskily, roughly mating with the machine. After a few hours, the chair was beginning to break. Utterly insatiable, Satya continued to abuse the machine even as it wrecked her holes, making her completely useless for anything but sucking and fucking. As she continued, she was even training her lips and throat as the hard light dildo fucked her mouth relentlessly.
 
They found her in the morning, on her knees, with the chair still wrapped tightly around her body, although the stand had broken and she had fallen forward. Now on her knees, getting fucked like a dog, her eyes bloodshot, the dildo’s girth pushing at her tits with every thrust. The mechanics managed to shut the machine down at last by smashing the turrets with their feet. The hard-light manacles disappeared and the chair rolled off of Satya like a satisfied lover. Her cock belched gargantuan quantities of tar-thick ballslop that had been pent up for over ten hours, instantly soaking the floor from beach-ball sized testicles. She lay there, with one cheek in the spunk, whispering softly as the rubber mouth gag still remained in her mouth. Someone crouched down and pulled the gag free.
 
Symmetra’s mouth formed words, but with no sound behind them. The technician went down on one knee, reluctantly messing up his jeans with her cum, and held his ear to her mouth. “Put the gag back in, and turn it back on,” she whispered, her eyes unfocused, unseeing, her asshole and cock both gaping, clenching around dicks that were no longer there. 
 
Far away, Sombra chuckled, her own hand covered in a layer of fresh sperm she’d just shot out to the sight of Symmetra, who had ultimately been her own destruction.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 