Chapter 12 - Sombra & Widowmaker: End

 After the total victory against Overwatch that shocked even them, the gang got together one more time for a celebratory occasion. 

 Doomfist was the one to suggest the idea to the other members. The Nigerian was living the high life now ever since his little D.Va went into full BBC worship and made millions on selling merch and videos to worshipers around the world. He couldn't help but feel like the god at the center of it all. 

 His pregnant little Korean was left in bed with her toys as he went to wait for his guests. Initially, his suggestion was to bring not only the Talon members back together, but the ex-Overwatch members as well - though it quickly turned out that the girls had no desire to see each other given the state they were in. 

 Sigma was the first to arrive, followed by Widowmaker, and then the two Australians. 

“Is this everybody?” said Widowmaker. 

 Junkrat scratched his head. “Where’s Sombra?” 

 Doomfist grinned and came to put his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about her, friend. She’s being delivered as we speak.” 

“Delivered,” repeated Sigma, his eyes opening with interest. “Hmm.” 

“Where’s Mercy, friend?” 

 The old man shrugged with grim disinterest. “Unfortunately, I had to let her go. It was fun for the first few months, but the bimbo was getting on my nerves after that. I suppose she’s still working in the high-end strip joint in Amsterdam where I left her. I’ve heard you’re doing well for yourself - I’m sure you can afford it.”

“What can I say? I’ve done well for myself. What about the rest of you?” 

“We’re pregnant,” said Junkrat. “I mean, our girls are.”

“Hey! D.Va as well. Cheers, right?” 

 Roadhog was the first to waddle over to Doomfist and smash fists with him. “Cheers, brother.” 

 The Nigerian led them all to the lounge at the back of his house and ordered his servants to bring them refreshments. As they shared their experiences of what happened in the time that passed, it became clear that they were all happy with how things ended up. All apart from Sigma, whose Mercy did not live up to his dreams, and Widowmaker who spent her money as soon as she got it.

“You could always start doing porn for cash,” Junkrat suggested with a smile. 

 She gave him a long look and narrowed her eyes. “Piss off,” she said in her thick French accent.

 Doomfist lavished in the company of his guests; he got a message on his phone informing him that his package was about to come in. They all headed outside and watched as the helicopter swooped over the house with a crate swaying below it. The pilot slowly lowered it in front of the group, then dropped the chain and took off. 

“What’s that?” said Sigma. “Don’t tell me it’s our friend.” 

 Doomfist clapped his hands together. “Let’s have a look, shall we?” 

 The huge black man smashed the wooden crate with his fist and tore it apart. The others watched as Sombra was slowly revealed, piece by piece, and they noticed she was not only completely naked but bound to a machine that appeared to be stimulating her. Her toned body was covered in humiliating tattoos, many of them written in Spanish and decorated with roses. 

 Topping them all off was a simple “PUTA” going across her forehead, with the bottom lines of the P and A extending down and turning into equine dicks that sent tears of cum down her face. On her back there was a tattoo of a donkey dick making its way up from her asshole, indicating the length that the animal reached inside. Above it was a crown that proclaimed Sombra the donkey queen, while two tattoos on her ass just said “KICK - ME” in English. Her neck was tattooed with an intricate collar made out of the word CUMTOILET repeated over and over.

 Widowmaker took a step back and grimaced. “That’s Sombra?...” 

“Our friend got into some trouble with the cartel in the recent months. They’ve put her through hell, but luckily I got to her before it was too late. They’ve made her do some donkey shows, but she’s physically intact. Isn’t that right, Sombra?” 

 The Mexican was completely out of it. The machine she was placed in seemed to hold her down perfectly, while a monitor mounted next to her left wrist indicated her heart rate. What looked like a feather stroked her clit, getting her close to the point of orgasm, then withdrew and left her shaking - unable to come. Right above the machine was a tank filled with white liquid that at first appeared to be milk, but Doomfist knew the cartel wouldn’t be so nice, especially when the nozzle attached to the tube coming from the tank was shaped like an equine dick. They sure loved their donkeys over there. There was no mystery as to what that white goo was that she fed off of.

“Jesus,” said Roadhog. He started to laugh. “They made a fucking example of her.” 

 Sigma came closer to inspect the machine. “It certainly seems that way.” He lifted her head and noticed the vacant gaze in her eyes and trembling, donkey-cum-stained lips. “I think she’s been denied the chance to orgasm for a very long time. Just look at her. She’s not just on the edge of coming, but on the edge of her sanity.” 

 Junkrat grabbed the nozzle and pointed it at Roadhog. “You want a taste?”

“Fuck off!” 

 Widowmaker pulled out her gun and brought the laser pointer to Sombra’s head. “We should put her out of her misery.” 

 Doomfist lowered the gun. “Calm down, for heaven’s sake. Give her a few days, she’ll be back to her old self in no time.” 

 Junkrat noticed Sombra staring right at his abs and the bulge that showed through his pants. He fucked Pharah and Symmetra despite their pregnancies just to be able to come here without getting any inappropriate urges. Yet seeing Sombra’s abused and tattooed body and the lustful look in her eyes made him harden all over again. These brown bitches were something else.

“God damn it, woman. If you want me to fuck you, I’ll do just that.” As the others watched, he looked for a way to undo the locks. “Come on, does nobody know how to get this thing open?” 

 Junkrat slammed his foot against the apparatus spitefully till a very judgmental Sigma sighed and pressed a button next to the monitor, looking at the Australian with total contempt. As her bonds came free, Sombra immediately reached down to her pussy and touched herself, her fingers running wild across her slick clit in total desperation. Her mouth opened as she prepared to come, till Doomfist grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. “Not so fast.” 

“Nooo!” she shrieked fiendishly, trying to kick away. 

“Don’t be like that, mate, the girl’s in need of a good dicking,” said Roadhog. “Let us handle it.”

“Us?” spat Junkrat. “I was first, fatso! Wait for your damn turn!” 

 While Doomfist held Sombra, she turned and grabbed his pants, pulling so savagely with her teeth that she ripped the fabric around his crotch and let his gnarled BBC spill out. “Te quiero. Por favor damelo.”

 As she stood back, Widowmaker watched the whole thing unfold with surprise. Just how intense were Sombra’s feelings that the ordinarily cool and collected killer acted in such a deranged way? She was debasing herself only for the sake of getting fucked, in front of people that otherwise respected her. 

 More than that, her eyes went over to Doomfist’s dick and she found herself interested in the thick shaft. She caught enough of those D.Va videos and watched them in spite of herself. Though Widowmaker had little interest in getting fucked by normal men, she could not deny that to be handled by a strong firm black hand like Doomfist’s was a thought that appealed to a deep part within her. 

 As Junkrat sought to take control of Sombra, Widowmaker made her way over to the Nigerian and stood before him. “Your friend is out.” 

 He looked down at it and smiled. “Is there a problem?” 

 Widowmaker raised an eyebrow. “It’s unseemly.” 

 The black giant took a step closer to her and let his curving dick push gently into her stomach. “Why don’t you put it away, then?” 

 As events unfolded between the two of them, Junkrat pushed Sombra down to her knees and got behind her, slapping her brown ass with all the glee of a horny little boy. “Goddamn, what a thick ass you’ve got. I should bring you to my other girls at home. You’ll fit right in with the two of them.” 

 The Mexican barely paid attention to anything he said. She just grinded against him as her fingers went down to her dripping pussy. “Put it inside!” Sombra begged. “Put it in my pussy.” She reached back and spread her ass wide for him, showing her the steaming and ready cunt. “Now!” 

 Roadhog laughed and put his foot over her head. “I think she wants you to fuck her, mate.” 

“Yeah, I can tell she does.” Junkrat slapped her ass against and rubbed the twitching head of his shaft against her wet lips. Sombra cried in such delighted pleasure that it sounded like she was at the highest peak of an orgasm - clearly, the machine must’ve left her in a most sensitive state. 

 The Australians both looked at the raw pussy that had been fucked by the machine for days now, but their eyes simultaneously went up to the puckered ass that it left untouched. Just a tiny asshole waiting to be defiled. Though neither of them said a word, all they needed to do was look at each other and wink in unison to know that’s what needed to happen. 

 Junkrat slammed into her ass so hard that Sombra shrieked. She tried to crawl away from him, getting all the way to wrapping her arms around Widowmaker’s legs. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” said Roadhog, pressing his foot down on her back. Junkrat just laughed and tilted his head in pleasure as her tight ass fought against the rest of his dick. There was no point. Every other thrust brought the white cock closer to dominating the brown ass entirely. 

 Widowmaker glanced down at Sombra, who reached up and started pulling on the Frenchwoman’s outfit. “What the…” Her long black-nailed fingers ripped her pants open and revealed Widowmaker’s own pale blue pussy and the slight glimmer of wetness between the coinslot lips. 

“Well, would you look at that?” said Roadhog. “Get her!” 

 Widowmaker tried to get away, but Doomfist held her still. Sombra just climbed up and stuck her face in her old teammate’s pussy, licking both her lips and asscrack like they were the sweetest candy in the world. Roadhog helped and pressed Sombra even deeper into the blue cheeks, telling her to eat out Widowmaker’s ass. “Come on, you stupid dyke! Eat her ass, isn’t that what you wanted?” 

 Widowmaker let Doomfist’s strong arms hold her tight as she could feel the hot and wet tongue worming its way inside her asshole. At first she gripped the Nigerian’s arms instinctively, looking to him for strength, then gave in to her desire and let her fingers come all the way down until they wrapped around his dick instead. Doomfist took a step back and slowly let her go to her knees, then brought his BBC up to her face as Sombra ate her ass. “Is this what you want?” 

 Junkrat could only stare at Sombra’s tiny waist as his white dick slammed into her plump brown ass over and over, his balls colliding with her sensitive pussy each time he rammed himself into the depths of her asshole. From how much resistance her ass gave him, he could tell that this was her first time. Just another brown ass to be broken in by his powerful white cock. He spanked the tattooed ass-cheeks and rode her without mercy. After a while, he knew that the puddle at their knees was a result of her coming; but he only reached down and started touching her as well, forcing her orgasm to be that much more intense. 

 Widowmaker let her tongue go over Doomfist’s big black cock, feeling it throbbing for her as she lovingly kissed the tip. As his strong eyes watched her, she brought it into her mouth, then let him take control of her head as he sent his massive shaft deeper into her throat. Even by the time she reached halfway, she could feel her lips stretching painfully around the wide girth, her stuffed mouth drooling each time she tried to breathe. “You look beautiful,” he told her. And that made her heart swoon. 

 Junkrat was about to come himself and pulled Sombra away from Widowmaker’s ass. He put his fingers into her mouth and held it open, asking Roadhog to take a picture of her as he filled her brown booty up with his seed. There were free final thrusts, each one delivered with such intensity that Sombra’s eyes just rolled white, her tongue lolling out as her brain melted away. Junkrat forced her pussy even more with her hand, and stroked her clit and lips so fast that she came again, spraying juices all over the floor till her entire body was a wet mess. 

 Doomfist looked over and bit his lip in anticipation. He pushed his BBC even deeper down Widowmaker’s throat, watching her eyes open in panic, then slowly pulled out as he shot out some ropes of seed into her. “Go and give Sombra a taste in thanks, you bitch. Go on.” 

“Oui, oui,” said Widowmaker, then turned and gave the Mexican a deep kiss, sharing her load with the slut even as she tasted her own ass and pussy… Unsurprisingly, they tasted delicious. 

 Roadhog and Doomfist both took a look at Sombra and her gaping asshole. “You thinking what I’m thinking, friend?” 

“I’m not going into the same hole as that bastard,” he said, but Junkrat only laughed at what he left behind.

“Me neither.” 

 Roadhog got down on his back and pulled Sombra on top of him, struggling to find the perfect position on which to impale her. As he pushed into her pussy, Doomfist joined in and put his own throbbing cockhead next to Roadhog’s, the two of them forcing their way into her cunt like a double-sized monster as Sombra was left sandwiched between them. 

 Once they both reached inside she teared up in pleasure and shook breathlessly, but the two men only laughed. “Go on, fuck her up!” said Doomfist. Both dicks grinded her insides at once, stretching her pussy as far as it could go and ripping into it with an enthusiasm that was too much even for the overwhelmed Sombra. She howled as loudly as she could, drooling all over Roadhog’s face, her juices flowing constantly from her abused pussy. 

 That didn’t stop Roadhog and Doomfist from going to town on her for several minutes, pushing her to the very limit, getting both Sigma and Widowmaker to feel a little remorseful about what was being done to this woman that they once respected. Though they very much doubted they would respect her ever again after this… 

 They came in her at once and quickly pulled out, then tossed her aside and watched her flop helplessly on the ground as all the muscles of her body went haywire. Junkrat grabbed the nozzle and put it to her mouth, filling her up with donkey jizz till her belly rose and the defeated Sombra coughed and shot some out of her mouth.

  At the same time, Doomfist had grabbed Widowmaker and pushed deep inside of her as his arms held her still. “You like that, Frenchie!” The Nigerian took advantage of the moment and slammed into her from behind at full force, dominating the Frenchwoman with his penetrations, going so fast and so rough that she fell down to her knees. “Wait…” she whispered, but he only tightened his hold and fucked her that much harder, pounding her into submission until she lay on the ground, biting her lip mindlessly as the BBC stretched her more than any cock ever did previously.

 Junkrat took note of the situation and sent the cum-filled Sombra to give her a present. The unsuspecting Widowmaker saw her old teammate come overl then Sombra forced her into a kiss, which she responded to by opening her mouth wide and taking in the tongue. For a moment, Widowmaker enjoyed the sensation, until her tastebuds got hit by the intoxicating donkey seed. An instant is all that it took for Sombra to fill her mouth with it altogether, and everyone else started laughing. She tried to get away, but Doomfist held her steady and kept fucking her, sending sparks of pleasure from her pussy that made her whole body go numb. Junkrat handed the dick-shaped nozzle to Sombra, who shoved it down Widowmaker’s mouth and started pouring, filling her up with seed as well. 

 I need to get away, thought Widowmaker. But how could she when she was broken in so well by that Nigerian cock? Seed flooded her stomach and came up her mouth and nose, but Sombra kept showering her with more, trying to kiss at the same time, just pouring the donkey jizz over both their faces as Doomfist finished her off with a few godlike thrusts that left Widowmaker squirming in a sea of uncontrollable shockwaves of pleasure.

 The Nigerian stood up and shook the few drops of cum from his BBC, then tucked it back into his crotchless pants with a laugh and turned towards the rest of the guys. “Shall we go have some drinks, boys?”

 Roadhog jerked his head towards the two on the ground. “What do we do about them?”

“What can we do? Leave them here to enjoy each other’s company. They’ll join us later.” 

 As they stepped away and left the females of the group fucked, literally, Widowmaker couldn't help but feel the image was a poignant one. It wasn’t enough for these men that Overwatch and its female members were destroyed, they now needed to turn on their own female members as well. Remembering how smug and confident Sombra could be, her current state was a stark reminder of how quickly that could go away. If nothing else, this experience proved to Widowmaker that women could be broken with extraordinary ease. 

 Though whatever they did to the Mexican, at least Widowmaker herself wasn’t mad. She just needed to finish her orgasm and then she would go, clean up, and give Doomfist and Junkrat a piece of her mind. 

 Sombra gave no sign that she understood any of the things that were going through her mind. The now-crazy Mexican kept trying to kiss her, till Widowmaker found the strength to shove her aside. When that was no longer an option, she reached instead for the nozzle and brought it back to her mouth, sucking on it like a baby, filling herself up with cum between heavy groans. 

 To think of how low a person could be reduced. Not so different from all the others she was tracking. Tracer. Pharah… They were all lower than animals now. “At least you helped kill Overwatch,” Widowmaker told her. “You can rest well knowing we’ll be remembered for that.” 

 But the words not only left Sombra unaffected, but they sounded hollow to her as well. 

