Chapter 1 - Anything for Amelie

To work with Overwatch was a dream come true for the young Lena Oxton. She would’ve signed up to go just about anywhere to escape the drabness of London; but to be the pilot of a cutting-edge Overwatch prototype? Whatever the Slipstream represented for the rest of them, for her it represented a ticket out of the boring life back home. 

 At this point she had only been with Overwatch for a month, but she was surprised at how nicely everyone treated her. Some of them, like Amélie, had done much to make what could’ve been a stressful time exceptionally lovely and relaxing. Just thinking about the gorgeous Frenchie made Lena wet. Bloody shame that’s married though. But she was fine with sharing her with the husband if that’s what it took. 

 A lot of the women employed by Overwatch were some of the most drop-dead gorgeous creatures Lena had ever laid eyes on, and she saw hundreds of new faces in London on a daily basis. But whenever she crossed paths with a girl like Fareeha, it simply melted her brain - all other thought died away as the only thing she could think of was burying her face between her hard ass buns. 

 But while the women were all brilliant, the men were less so. In particular, Lena did not think much of McCree. She was not terribly fond of Americans anyway, especially not these cowboy types, but the fact that he gave her a pat on the butt the first time they met scared her. In all her teenage years of partying, no guy had ever dared prey on her, yet it felt like McCree was undressing her sleazily every time he looked her way, barely paying attention to a word she was saying. 

 He appeared to be fond of her; but Lena did not reciprocate those feelings. That he was also involved with Fareeha and that the two had a kid was even more infuriating to think about. How could a dumb animal like him get with an angel like her? And if the rumors going around were to be believed, he had other members in the organization eating from his palm as well. Satya, apparently, had left her boyfriend for the guy and left him in such a depressed state that he rarely spoke to anyone anymore and avoided even being in the same room as McCree. 

 To hell with this guy, Lena kept thinking. He may have been a good shot, but why the hell did the world need perfect aiming when an automated weapon could’ve done just as good a job? The whole purpose of Overwatch was to stop killing and the spread of poisonous ideologies, and that kind of toxic masculinity was definitely one of the things she believed in eradicating. 

 Unfortunately, today she had to go to a conference meeting that would have McCree there. Lena very much hoped that Fareeha would be there too. Staring at her perfect chocolate ass might relieve her of the worst side-effects of being in the same room with that pig. 

 Lena followed the directions and got to a snug room near the back of the base. It was way too small for a proper conference, and Lena noticed there were only four people inside: there was McCree, sitting in a chair with his legs stretched out and Satya in his lap, smoking a cigar. Fareeha stood by and moved her fingers through McCree’s hair as he blatantly caressed Satya’s supple thighs and flirted with her, his attention completely off his girlfriend. 

 What a cunt. What a fucking pig, thought Tracer instantly. The third, older woman, Ana, was behind a laptop. 

 As soon as they noticed her, McCree raised a hand in greeting. “Miss Lena Oxton. Glad you could finally join us.”

“What’s going on?” she asked. “I thought we were going to have a conference.”

“We are,” he insisted, “we are.” He took another drag out of his cigar. “Close the door.” 

 Lena was unsure of what to do but followed his instructions. The lecherous way he looked at her wispy waist and grinned let her know exactly what was on his mind. Just try it, you filthy mongrel. She would go and report it to their higher-ups the very next moment. Maybe these other girls were too kind and too good to go report a creep like this, but she would not hesitate for a moment. Try me. Come on. She welcomed him to do his worst.

“Ana, you got our video for Miss Oxton?” asked McCree. 

 The older woman typed away on the computer and took a sip from her drink. “Almost. You should make yourself comfortable, Miss Oxton. You won’t be going anywhere for at least a few hours.” 

“Why?” she spat. “What exactly is going on here?” Her eyes went to Fareeha hoping she might clue her in, but she was entirely captivated by playing with her man’s hair. She was so in love with him that it made Lena jealous just to look at him.

 The London-born rebel inside of her couldn’t take anymore of this trash. “Whatever you think you’re doing, it’s not going to work.” Lenna smirked in McCree’s direction. “I see what kind of guy you are.”

“Is that so?” 

“Yeah. All so full of yourself, but you’re just a rotten apple. I don’t know what you’ve told these girls, but I hope you all know it’s not true. People like this guy offer only illusions.” 

 McCree chuckled darkly and put out his cigar. He gently slid Satya out of his lap and stood up. “Miss Oxton, I ain’t offered nobody anything. Or, let me rephrase that for a moment: I’ve never offered them anything that isn’t available at every moment.” He tapped his crouch and winked.

 Satya passed her by and blocked the door. “This one’s going to take some breaking in, I suspect. How lucky. That’s the best part.” 

 Lena grabbed her by the front of her outfit. “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

 Satya slapped her. Hard. Lena had only seen the Indian around a couple of times, but she appeared to be such a well-spoken and polite lady that she couldn’t have imagined she did more at Overwatch than simple design. But the slap was rough enough it sent her staggering towards McCree. 

 The cowboy grabbed her right before she went down and helped her back up, though Lena quickly shoved him away. “I’m out of here. Get out of the door, or I will report you as well,” she threatened. 

 Ana’s fast fingers stopped moving over the keyboard. “It’s ready.” 

“Well, ain’t that lovely,” said McCree. “Why don’t we all calm down, take a moment, and feast our eyes?” 

 Lena was not interested in playing along, but Ana turned her laptop the other way and gave them all a view of the screen. It was some camera footage shot in an unfamiliar room. “What’s this supposed to be?” she asked, feeling oddly nervous.

 It took her a few more seconds for it to connect. She was seeing the interior artificially brightened with daytime colors, but if she tried to imagine what it might look like at night it was clearly the bedroom of her friend and lover.

 Amélie.

 The two had taken a quick trip to her ancestral chateau the last weekend. Her husband would be gone for days to finalize an operation in Asia and Lena overheard the conversation between the married couple over the phone as he stated rather happily that it was good Lena came over to keep Amélie company. 

 The way Amélie spinned things at first, Lena was almost certain this was a cuckolding situation where the guy was okay with it so long as he got in on it from afar. This wasn’t her first time sleeping with a girl whose boyfriend got off from knowing his girlfriend’s kiss would taste like an unfamiliar sweet pussy. 

 Amélie was possessed by such smouldering sexuality that Lena never questioned her once. She was wealthy, had a killer body, and could help her get ahead at Overwatch. Even when she set up the camera before they fought, she insisted it was okay. “It’s not the first time I’ve done this, don’t worry. The archive is full of such works. I consider this my artistic outlet.” 

 As she lay on the gigantic bed, Lena felt strangely awkward. Not because she was sexually inexperienced, but she felt a little manipulated into becoming the plaything of a rich French woman. Though the moment Amélie let her tight dress drop and revealed her tight curves, pale and moonlit, her mind was flooded with desire. It was better to give in and be a toy than go home a loser. 

 They had fucked the entire night in the most debauched way imaginable. They ate feasted on cake, drank wine, and ate each other out till both their bodies trembled like plucked strings. They wrapped their arms around one another and traced their beautiful forms with delicate touches, letting their tongues dance as they made out. 

 When dawn finally broke, Amelie twisted her nipple hard and savagely pushed her out of bed. “Time to go, my little London girl. This was only a taste of what’s to come.” 

 To be disposed of like trash would’ve angered Lena to no end in most situations, but Amélie looked so regal as she sat there in bed with her glass of wine dangerously close to falling from her fingers that a part of her recognized she deserved to be mistreated that way. I’m just a commoner. 

 As she pulled her jeans back on and glanced at the camera, she chuckled and bit her lip. “I guess your husband’s going to love this one.” Lena was almost proud at how wet she had made Amélie. She hoped that her husband wouldn’t be too jealous. 

 Amélie took another sip of mine. “What do you mean?”

“Your husband’s going to watch this, right?”

“Watch this?” Amélie nearly burst out laughing. “Mon chéri, my husband is not that kind of man. If he saw this, it would break his heart. I love him, of course, but my art does not play into our marriage. I hope you won’t mention this to him. Or rather, if you do, know that I’ll destroy you down to your friends and family.” 

 As Lena stood now in the room with the other four watching that exact recording taken by Amélie, her mind reeled. All the eyes in the room were glued to the screen as Amélie’s moans rang and echoed throughout. 

 They were so loud that it sent an icy shiver down her spine. Lena rushed to the laptop to turn down the volume, but McCree grabbed her by the waist and moved her away as if she were an impetulant little girl.

“Not so fast, missy. Can’t you see we’re enjoying the show?”

“This is not yours!” she snapped. “This is the property of” - it hurt to talk like such a prole - “Mrs. Lacroix.” 

“Oh, I’m well aware of that. In fact, we managed to get the bitch’s entire collection. What a sick puppy she is. I can’t imagine what a field day Talon would have if they came across all these recordings. 

 Lena thought of Amélie’s warning. Though it wasn’t her fault that the recording got stolen, she felt it her duty to protect her friend and lover. Not because she threatened her, but because she wanted her marriage to be safe. And poor Gérard, too…

“What the hell do you want?” Lena asked. “Money? She has enough money to bury you.” 

 McCree cocked a brow. “Cash? What do you take me for, Miss Oxton? No, I don’t want anything like that. Plus, we’ll be dealing with Mrs. Lacroix on another occasion. This is more of a… Shall we say, an intervention?”

“Huh?” 

 McCree put a paternal hand on her head and gripped the back of it like a globe. “You see, we’re okay with lots of things over here. Lots and lots. In fact, Overwatch is one of the most diverse organizations in the world. But if there’s one thing we can’t stand - and I do believe I speak for all of those gathered - is a goddamn carpet-muncher.” 

 Just hearing the word and his tone triggered her instantly. “Carpet-muncher? You stupid fucking Yank.” 

“The way I see it, you have two options. You can either do as I tell you and do me a little favor…” His hand slipped down her back till it reached her ass. “Or you can explain to Mr. Lacroix why you forced yourself on his wife.” 

“Forced myself? You’re joking. She-”

“He’ll believe his wife. You know that. You said it yourself, Mrs. Lacroix is wealthy as all heavens. Which means she ain’t going to let a little slip up in her security system ruin her life. I’m sure she and I will come to some arrangement. You, on the other hand… Can you imagine what would happen to you if her sweet and loving husband found out about this? Forget being kicked from Overwatch, your life will be over.” 

 From where she stood watching, Ana added a solemn, “Without a doubt. You will be a laughing stock. The newbie that threw everything away for a taste of the forbidden fruit.” 

 McCree nodded along knowingly and put a finger before Lena before she could speak. “Now, I’m sure everyone has wanted to taste Mrs. Lacroix at one point or another, and many did. But there’s more to life than that. What I’d like to do is offer you another taste.”

“You want me to fuck you?” she snapped, indignant. “You just said it yourself. I’m-”

“A goddamn carpet-muncher, I know. But that’s what we’re here to solve. Get on your knees.” 

 Lena played everything in her head but she could not see a way out. The only upside to this was getting Amélie’s gratitude if this disaster was averted.  

 Before she could decide, McCree snapped his fingers. “Get her down.” 

 Fareeha and Satya both rushed her. Lena resisted as they tried to strip off her clothes, cursing them the whole time. Then Fareeha gave up on removing them and tore off her shirt, ripping up every piece of clothing while Lena struggled helplessly and cried out in rage. They let her go after, but there was nothing to pick up. Only strips were left. 

 The two brown women grabbed her by the arms and tripped her legs till she finally went down to her knees. “That’s more like it,” said McCree. He grinned and got closer to her, then unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. 

 Lena winced as she saw the massive dick only inches away from her eyes. The cowboy winked down at her, then slapped it down against her face. “How’s that?” He grinded the gnarled side of the shaft against her smooth cheek and rubbed the throbbing head against her lips. “You like it?”

 Fareeha and Satya held her still. Why are they helping him? Lena kept wondering. But her lips were sealed, her eyes closed to avoid coming into contact with that hideous cock. She had never been with a guy in her entire life, and the thought that this pig would force her into it horrified her. But it was even worse to think that valued female members of Overwatch were helping him. 

 McCree bounced the head of his dick against her mouth. “Open up. Come on.” He traced the filthy tip all the way to her eye and rubbed against it. Lena could feel the pulsing meat of his dick touching her eyeball through the lid and gasped. 

 Its intense stench made its way up her nostrils. It was so disgusting that Lena decided she could not take it anymore. Her entire body revolted against the very idea. To hell with Amélie and her husband. “Let me go,” she sobbed. “Enough. I don’t care. Let me go.”

“Shut your mouth!” Fareeha exploded, giving her tiny tits a small slap. “You’ve never done this before. You can’t know if you’ll like it or not. I was the same as you once.” 

 Satya twisted her arm suddenly and violently enough that Lena cried out in pain. “She’s right, little girl. Just open up and let Jesse show you the way to do things.” 

 Under the combined pressure of the two torturing her to relent, Lena gave up and opened her mouth. McCree smiled and pushed the head past her lips, entering her sweet young mouth. 

“That’s more like it,” he said, caressing her cheek. “You’re going to love it, I guarantee you.” 

 The way he stood and towered over her made Lena deeply uncomfortable. Whenever she had been with a female partner it always made her feel like the one in control, they were on the bed writhing and squeezing her face between plump thighs while her tongue did the work of making their bodies melt away. But with McCree, she could tell that her mouth was just another hole for him to stuff. There was no romance, no intimacy, no equality. He was just here to use her. 

“Open up more,” he repeated. 

 It had barely hit the back of her mouth before Lena gagged the first time. “Are you fucking serious?” Satya asked her. “Are you so bad at this?” 

 Tears welled in Lena’s eyes and fell as she trembled. “I’ve never done this before. I’m not into men. I don’t want to do this.”

 McCree gave Satya a slap. “Shhh, she’s trying. Just let her learn. You’re doing great, honey. Just keep going.” Despite his words of comfort, he took his dick and used it to wipe her tears away in the most humiliating fashion imaginable. 

 Cock wet with her sadness, he brought it back to her mouth and pushed it in deeper this time. Lena gagged again but McCree held it in place. Her mouth closed instinctively, teeth biting down on his shaft. He winced and grabbed her by the hair to yank it out, scraping the fat monster on her small white teeth on the way out.

“Fuck!” he snapped, looking over at the slight bite marks. “Now what did you do that for?” 

 Despite her sobs, Lena realized she hurt him and laughed bitterly. “Stupid cunt.”

 She worried that he might be angry, but she was pleasantly surprised to see him smile. “Stupid cunt, huh? You English sure have a mouth on you. I think I’ve been way too easy. Pharah, baby, open her up for me. Properly this time.” 

 Fareeha gave her a slap across the face that made her ear ring and teeth clatter. “If you do anything to damage that beautiful white cock,” she threatened, “I’m going to make sure you burn alive in that Slipstream the next time you go. You understand? Mouth open! You’re here to serve. So fucking serve!” 

 Satya left her arm alone but pulled one of her fingers so far back that it was close to breaking. Lena glanced back and saw her smiling and winking. A shudder went through her. These people are bloody mad.

“You see?” McCree asked her. “It’s way worse to deal with them than it is to deal with me. Why not just comply? Go on.” He rubbed the head against her lips. “Open up.”

 At this point it had gone so far that Lena saw no point in resisting. She was already humiliated. His cock already stuffed her face. The taste of his precum was already embedded on her tongue. Just fucking end. 

 She opened her mouth wide for him, forcing her jaw as far as it could go. She must have look plain idiotic, because the cowboy sniggered darkly as he brought his dick back in her mouth. This time he drove it all the way into the back of her throat and grabbed her head with both of his hands. 

 Lena struggled to breathe and gargled helplessly on the shaft. McCree put a hand on the back of her head and slammed it in even further down her throat, bringing her face up into the base of his cock. A scream would’ve left her if she could talk, but it was only her spit that trickled from her mouth and nostrils. 

 McCree seemed to be enjoying himself and groaned in satisfaction. Solidifying a hold on her head, he started facefucking her with all his might, driving the dick down her throat so fast and so hard that Lena’s muffled shrieks turned into grunts. Her body rejected it all, but the two women held her down in place and he had full control over her head and mouth. They were talking, too, but all she could hear were the wet clicks of dick inside her throat and the drool sloshing around as if it were coming to fill her skull. Each breath of air was precious as she struggled against the flood of spit forcing its way up her nose. 

 He ended it with a hard thrust that went in so deep it made her brain tingle and her sight go fuzzy. Then he pulled out and shoved her to the ground.

 Lena fell back, trembling helplessly as the four in the room looked down at her. “She’s so bad at this,” said Fareeha. McCree gave her a slap on the ass. “She’s just starting out, that’s all.” Satya laughed grimly. “She looks like she nearly drowned.” 

 They gave her a minute to rest during which McCree pulled his other two women in his lap and gave them a three way kiss. Ana came and pulled Lena up to her feet, forcing her to stand despite the intense shaking of her body. “She’s ready for more,” she told Jesse.

 McCree interrupted his kiss and patted his knee. “Bring her over.” 

 Ana shoved Lena into his arms. Fareeha was to her left and Satya was to her right, both looking lustful and hot. Fareeha kissed her on the mouth and sucked out her tongue while Satya’s tongue went into her ear, both of them pulling on one of her nipples. 

 It felt so good that Lena smiled stupidly, even as McCree slipped his finger down to touch her pussy. He might have been a man, but he definitely knew what he was doing down there. Combined with everything else, his fingers were making her leak serious juices. 

“I think she wants to get fucked,” said Fareeha, pulling on her nipple.

“Is that right?” he asked. 

 Ana suddenly pulled her back up. “Beg him to fuck you,” she ordered. “Beg.” 

 Though she was scared and still shocked at all of this, Lena glanced down at his throbbing cock with curiosity. Would it feel even close to those fingers? “P-Please, fuck me,” she stammered quietly. 

 Ana slapped her ass violently. “What was that?!” 

 Scared and jittery, Lena felt her reddening ass. “Please, fuck me!” she repeated. “Please.” 

“Show him your ass. Go on, dance for him, girl. Doesn’t your file say you were some party animal back in the day? A slut from a young age. Dance for him.”

 Awkward, Lena turned around and showed her perky ass to McCree as Fareeha and Satya kissed his neck and stroked his cock. Four hands were still barely enough for that big white cock. Something deep inside of Lena clicked to see a man of her race being worshiped that way by these superb brown bunnies. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Maybe he could even teach her a thing or two.

 But she was even more impressed by the fact that he watched her intently despite the attention of the other two, and that boosted her ego. With every passing moment she gave in and really started moving sensually for him, showing off her petite body and nice butt.

 McCree reached out and pinched her ass, pulling her in closer. He spread her cheeks with both of his powerful hands, then spit down into her virgin asshole. “I bet no girl’s ever fucked you here, have they?”

 Lena shook her head innocently. “No…” 

“Ain’t that a shame. Just look at this perfect little butthole of yours. It’s beggin’ to be loved properly.” 

 He got up and grabbed her by the hair again, rather hard, and gave her a kiss on the mouth. Lena returned it and instinctively reached out for his cock. He grinned and slowly brought her down to her knees. Lena went on all fours, prepared for what she thought he might do, but his foot came down on her back and pressed her all the way down, leaving the ass arched up. 

“What a beauty.” 

 McCree got behind her and held her by the waist as he moved the shaft between her hot asscrack. She shivered hard in his grip but he pushed against the puckered asshole anyway, forcing it in. “That’s right. What a good girl you are, Lena,” he kept saying, and for whatever reason it made her feel good. 

 She had fucked herself with toys before, but never anything this big. It was so huge that every inch sent tremors through her body and left her a breathless mess on the floor. The other three women were spectating her losing her anal virginity to a man, cheering her on. “I told you it would feel good,” Fareeha reprimanded her. 

 McCree got himself comfortably positioned then lovingly thrust in and out of her ass. Lena gasped and brought a thumb out to her mouth, completely giving up in controlling her body and the responses of her nerves and muscles. She was just clay in this man’s hands, and for the first time she could understand why the others were so dedicated to him. 

 After a few minutes of taking it easy on her, McCree’s cock raged inside of her ass with powerful throbs and he slammed it in with a little more force. Lena slapped the floor, trying to tap out, but she was hyperventilating too fast to even speak. Satya captured her hand under the tip of her heel and brought her other foot before her eyes and tapped it threateningly. “Let the man do what he wants till the end. This is what your holes are for.”

 As McCree finished ravaging her asshole with brute thrusts that tenderized and stretched her ass, Lena could feel the pleasure building up inside of her to the point that it overflowed and went past the pain. He was hitting spots that she had never felt before and getting her tense body to relax for the first time and what felt like a tingling wave of heat went over her. Her entire body melted away as she lost herself in an ocean of pleasure. He’s so good at this. Fuck. It hurt to admit, but maybe she had been missing out this entire time.

“Fuck, she’s so tight!” he said, laughing. 

 Fareeha chuckled. “Give her her reward.” 

 Though the assfuck had been brutal at the start, Lena was glad it ended and that it would only be a load inside her ass. Getting pregnant was always the thing she hated most about the idea of having sex with men. 

 But just as she considered that he took it out of her ass and quickly hammered it deep into her pussy. He was so ready that the cock unleashed at once, flooding her insides with his hot seed. 

 Lena, already high from having her ass destroyed so thoroughly, felt the heat spreading through her and closed her eyes…

 

 When she next woke up she was still on the floor and could feel the creampie between her legs. She looked over at McCree who sat at the same chair, getting worshiped by all three of his women at once, casually smoking a cigar and checking his phone as they fought over the privilege of kissing and tasting his cock.

 He noticed her eyes open and exhaled smoke happily. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Miss Oxton waking up.” 

 Lena sat up and reached down to feel her filled pussy. “You fucking came inside of me!” she protested.

“That’s right. And I’m sure I’ll do it some more later. We’ve barely gotten to know each other. And I have a feeling it will take a while to wash out that potty mouth of yours. Rinse it out. Come on, ladies,” he told the three, pushing them away. “It’s time to go.” 

 McCree stood up and rolled the cigar between his lips and pulled his hat down his face. “Well then, I’ll see you girls later.”

“Wait!” yelled Lena. “What about me? What about the video?”

“Oh, that. I mean, come on, Miss Oxton. Do you think Mrs. Lacroix is that stupid? That she’d just leave those videos unguarded?” He shook his head and laughed in earnest. “Of course not. None of them are digital. No, she sent me that to use it on you. Said breaking you in would be a fun thing to add to her collection.” He raised the phone and flashed her the video of the events that took place earlier. 

 Lena felt faint. “Wait. What? She gave that to you?” No, that made no sense. Amélie wouldn’t use her like that. Why would she want her to be used like this?

“Sure did. Said you needed a bit of loosening up. Maybe next time you’ll join us.”

“Join you? Y-You’re going to her?” 

“That’s right,” said McCree. “Mrs. Lacroix and I have a date planned for tonight. And I do believe her husband will be attending. It is their anniversary, after all. Have a good one, Miss Oxton.” 

 As he stepped out of the room, Lena just stood there, naked, being stared at by the other three. “You’ll have to learn to treat that man with more respect,” said Fareeha with a biting tone. “Or else we’ll teach you some.” 

“Alright,” said Lena. “Can you please get me some clothes? I need to wash up…” 

 Satya grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. “Wash up? Don’t tell me you want to wash away that lovely creamy filling my love gave you. Did he give you permission to wash up?”

 Lena gulped. “No.”

“Did he give you permission to dress back up?” 

“No…” 

 Satya shoved her away like trash. “Then you’ll stay that way until the master comes back, new bitch."