Chapter 2 - Tracer

Tracer kept waiting for the right opportunity to get away, but it just wasn’t happening. As the fatso carried her on his back, she could see Junkrat dragging her friends along. Every so often, Roadhog would spank her on the ass, hard enough that Tracer gasped when the burning pain hit her, but she refused to let tears come to her eyes. What are they going to do with us?

“I’m going to teach this dyke a lesson,” Roadhog was saying. 

 Junkrat sniveled from his broken nose, then spit. “You’re telling me. This little shitskin is going to regret ever being born.” 

 The huge fattie laughed gutturally, so hard that Tracer could feel his entire body shaking. “She taught you a lesson.” 

“I never saw her coming! Shit… You know what? To hell with you! You never even protected me. And now you’re laughing. You’re standing there, and you’re laughing. Very well, cunt. Laugh it up.” 

 As Junkrat went the other way, Roadhog stopped and cried after him. “Come on, mate! I was only having a laugh!” 

“FAT CUNT!” screeched the other. 

 The fatso stroked her ass as he watched the other go. Lena shivered and tried to keep things under control. This is it, the perfect opportunity! If he’s gone then… 

 Her whole world turned upside down as Roadhog grabbed her by the ankle and lifted her up, holding her like a fisherman would with a catch. She could see his eyes light up in the sockets of the mask. “You’re a cute carpet muncher, aren’t ya’?”

“W-What?” The corridor they were in was completely empty. Tracer considered the possibility of getting a surprise attack… but where would she run to? 

“You were always my favorite from them all. And then I hear you’re a bloody dyke. How disappointing. But I’ll tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll give you the chance I don’t give most dykes, just because you’re this cute. You beg me to fuck you and take your natural place in the kitchen, and I won’t break you apart.” His fat and greasy hand came over her mouth and puckered her lips. “What do you say?” 

 He was close enough to hit now. “I say…” Lena flexed her fingers. “Eat this!” 

 The fist shot out and hit him right in the face. Tracer braced herself for the contact with the floor… but he hadn’t let her go. He still watched her, unfazed, then started laughing again. “Hahaha, what the bloody hell? Did you think that would hurt?”

 Roadhug grabbed her free arm and twisted it till she screamed, then he gave her a slap so hard that Lena literally thought her head had been blown off for a few seconds. “Dumb little dyke thinks she can hurt me,” he repeated. 

 He threw her over his back for a moment, then built up his energy as he slammed her down into the hard concrete floor. The impact was so powerful that Lena could barely see. Something dark was in her eye… Blood?! she thought, fully terrorized. She wanted to crawl away, but her arms… her legs… Nothing is moving! Tears came to her eyes. He’s going to kill me! Help! Somebody help! 

“Help…” she tried to say, but all that came out was a weak croak that not even Roadhog heard. 

“Now,” said the fatso, putting his foot down over her face, crushing her nose under it. “You’re going beg for me to fuck you. You understand, sweetheart? And I mean real begging. I wanna hear the passion.” 

 He’s going to kill me anyway… I won’t beg. I won’t go out like a coward. In her mind, she could see Emily, waiting at home, getting the news of her death. No… Please, no. I promised not to die. I promised…

 The heel kept pushing down into her face, the pressure rising as he put more and more of his weight down on top of it. First, Lena screeched, panicked, and tried to hit his leg with her arms, to rip into them with her fingers, doing anything she could to escape. She knew that she drew blood from his flesh and ripped a nail, but Roadhog just went on, and she could hear his laughter echoing. 

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he said. “Just give up.”

“No…” 

 The boot came down even harder, and Tracer could hear something popping in her nose and tasted blood. Her whole face was starting to go numb, her skull trembling as it started getting crushed between the floor and Roadhog’s foot. 

 They’re going to find me like this, she thought, and suddenly got flashes of her head, cracked open like an egg across the ground, with bits of her skull all over and the dried skin. No! What the fuck, no! No! No! I can’t!

“SUBMIT!” ordered Roadhog. “DO IT NOW, AND YOU MIGHT LIVE, DYKE!” 

 Tracer began to sob and hugged his foot helplessly as it crushed her. “Please no more… I’m yours… Please…”

“I didn’t hear that. LOUDER!” 

“NO MORE!” she screamed. “I’M YOURS, I’M ALL YOURS. PLEASE FUCK ME! SEND ME TO THE KITCHEN WHERE I BELONG. PLEASE!”

 For a brief second, she considered that it might all have been a ruse. Then the boot lifted and Roadhog loomed larger than life from above, his gigantic belly obscuring any sight of his face. “Good,” he said. 

 Tracer heard him clearing his throat, then felt the gob of spit and phlegm as it hit her face. “Clean yourself up.”

 She broke and began to cry in earnest, but was too afraid now not to listen. The trembling fingers reached up and started wiping his spit into her face, washing herself with his filthy phlegm. “That’s right, babe, that’s it. Now you’re nice and pretty again.” 

 I’m going to live, she told herself. Whatever it takes, for Emily…

“Stand the fuck up,” he ordered. 

 It took her a while to rise on her barely working limbs. She figured that he might yell at her or think of a new punishment, then she realized that he must have been enjoying the sight. He’s destroyed me so easily… As used as she was to fighting stronger opponents with her entire arsenal at the disposal and a team backing her up, she never imagined that her body would be this weak against a man. And not some world class powerlifter, not some athlete, but just this filthy freak drowning in his own rolls of fat…

 As soon as Tracer managed to stand up, Roadhog spit on her again. “Beg for my cock.” 

 How shameful was it to do as he said? To think that she would be belittled by this disgusting guy… I just need to survive, that’s all. “Please, give me your cock.”

“Hmh. Sure, sweetheart.” He reached out and passed his fingers over her cheeks. “All you needed to do was ask.” 

 Though he undid his pants and let them drop, Lena could see nothing of his dick under all the fat of his belly. Roadhog put his palm on her head and slowly lowered her down to her knees. “Yeah, like that. You like being on your knees before a strong man, don’t you?” 

 Tracer waited for him to lift up his sagging gut, then sat the meaty and sweaty cock dangling between the fat thighs. Her shaking fingers grabbed it hesitantly and began to tug at it awkwardly, having no idea how to pleasure a man. Lena might have seen it once or twice in porn by accident, but that was about it…

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, groaning as he struggled to hold up his got. “Go on.” 

 Tears flowed down her face as she sucked the head between her lips and started to suck on it. Under normal circumstances, she would have been at home, pleasantly cuddling with her woman and sucking on her sweet nipples. Instead, the acrid stench of this guy’s dick filled her nostrils as the taste of him got embedded on the buds of her tongue. I’m doing this. I’m actually doing this… 

 Thankfully, he was pleased by her little act, at least enough not to beat her again. Just the thought of those big hands beating her sent shivers down her spine, all the way to her young cunt. Lena wasn’t sure why that was happening, or why it was her pussy that reacted so strongly to it all, except perhaps in terror of what he might do to her as well. As she kept nestling his shaft in his mouth and it grew, it became apparent that there was no way she could ever deepthroat it. The thing was getting so long and thick that the head barely stayed in her mouth. When it finally did slip, Roadhog just dropped down his belly on top of her head and laughed as she went down again.

“That’s good enough. I suppose I can’t expect a dyke to know too much about sucking dick.” 

 His fingers came and yanked her up by the hair, then he put her up against the wall. The hairy hand came up and stroked her pussy. “Now look at that.” He pulled up the skintight pants a little more and checked out the way her cameltoe showed. “Don’t tell me you aren’t wearing panties. You aren’t that much of a bloody fucking degenerate cunt dyke, are you?” 

 Tracer just shivered, not knowing what to say. It was true. She never wore them. And it was also true that she got off to the knowledge that people might glimpse her little treasure. 

“Now this deserves punishment,” he said.  Tracer could feel the rolls of fat pushing into her as he grabbed his dick and started rubbing the head against her showy cunt. 

 He’s pushing into me… She could feel the head, going between her lips, trying to make its way inside, the stretchy yellow pants working as a condom as he forced it in with hard thrusts. 

“Say you want it, sweetheart.” 

 By this point the crying came to an end. Lena just locked eyes with him and smiled stupidly, too ashamed of herself and the taste of his dick on her tongue to even care about anything else that might come. How am I going to kiss Emily again? I’m such a stupid fucking whore. I deserve this. I never should have come here! What’s wrong with me?! Too much of a coward to even let him kill me…

“Say it!” he shouted, and thrust in her hard enough that Lena gasped. 

“I want it, baby. Please use me. Ruin me. Do it. Please. I need it.” 

  Roadhog grinned under the mask and came in close enough that the stench of his breath burned her nostrils. “I knew you weren’t a real dyke. You’re just a little cutiepie, aren’t you? You just forgot your place.” 

 Defeated, Tracer just nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. Just let it happen. Just take it. He’s too strong anyway. You can’t fight him. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you really are a weak little bitch. “Yes, sir.” 

“God, your voice is so nice and girly. Just made to scream for cock.” And with that, Roadhog groaned like an actual pig as he got fully turned on. The massive body started slamming into her, impaling her on the throbbing shaft till Tracer finally felt the pants rip and the rough and veiny surface of his cock grinding against her insides. 

 She took it submissively, without putting up a fight, even stretching her legs as far as she could to ease his way in. There’s no point anymore… No point… 

“Jesus, sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet. You know, I thought I’d have a real task of breaking you in. But you were ready for a real man to come along this whole time, weren’t you? Probably dreaming of it. Heh.” 

 No, that’s not true… is it? Even though mentally she could make no connection to this oaf and would’ve sent him to jail for life if possible, her body instinctively knew how to respond. The stupid cunt between her legs immediately got wet and accepted him between her silky folds. It wasn’t that she was attracted to him in the slightest… but she recognized his strength. The unstoppable, raw, potent masculine energy that would’ve crushed her if she opposed it. 

 He’s so fucking big and strong, Lena realized, running her fingers down his back. There’s crazy muscle under all that fat.... The idea of her tiny body getting pounded by a powerful bull just made something click inside. 

 As it dawned on her, her whole body shuddered: I’m turned on by this. 

“You’re so goddamned tight,” said Roadhog, pumping her more. The big dick stretched Tracer out so much that she could only gasp and whimper as he fucked her. There was pain from being treated like this, but pleasure too… There’s no way Emily could ever do this. Only a brute like this could fuck me in such a way…

 It was a good thing that he had chosen her pussy. If it hurt so much to take him in her cunt, she could only imagine how bad it would be to take it anally. It even hurt when Emily tried to put in a pinky during sex. He would rip me to shreds.

 That’s when it just left her mouth. “Fuck my ass. Please, fuck my ass!” 

 “As you wish, darling.” Roadhog threw her to the ground, then dropped down to his knees and ripped her pants open. Her tiny butt shone wet with the juices of her pussy, inviting him. The dripping dick immediately forced its way in, going in deep from the very first thrust. 

 Lena screamed as loudly as she could, but he knew that he loved it. It actually made him fuck her that much harder. He’s raping me. He’s ruining me… 

 And it feels so good. 

 She could feel her tiny ass being destroyed from the inside out, just pushed way beyond its limits by the immense shaft. It would never be the same way again. She would never be the same way again. I’m a cumdumpster now, isn’t that right? 

 Roadhog got close to coming. The sweat just dripped off of his immense body as he finished off and quickly pulled out. “Come here!” he cried. “Come here fast!” 

 Tracer crawled over under his dick and opened her mouth. I’ll take his seed too. I’ll take all of it. Why not?... 

 Thick ropes of cum shot down, not just into her mouth, but all over her face and body. Roadhog sounded like a dying animal as he released it all and covered up her entire body, leaving her a gooey mess. 

 He squeezed out the final drops, glancing down at her totally plastered face. “You look great. Now you gotta go out so people can see you. Show them what a good girl you are. You understand me?” 

 Shaking and about to cry again, Tracer nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

 He got down before her and put his fingers up her cunt, digging up the fabric from her pants that he had torn up before. They were drenched with her juices, and he grinned as he shoved them into her mouth. “Off you go now.” 

