"You don't mind a little more, do you, jefe?" Sombra asks, her voice oddly flat as her hand trails along your lap. "I'm feeling cold. Just something to warm my hand up, I can't type well when they're cold."
"Of course," you say. Everything is a bit breathless and sticky, but you're far enough now from the marathon fucking you've been on to not really be in sex mode anymore. As Sombra's hand reaches into your lap it's all very casual and bland, detached from anything that overbearing, just warm. Her hand grasps your cock, which spent the afternoon fucking her brains out, but now everything is coming down from that high and it's all very simple. Very sweet. You sit there curled up on the couch and lose yourself in the joy of watching TV. A massive television set, the biggest they had at any store you could go to, so gargantuan it feels like you're at the movies and not lounging in your living room.
Of course, you're still trying to get used to how your living room looks now. Not some dingy, cramped apartment. A luxurious home with multiple floors and spacious rooms, all the space you could ask for to stretch out with. A hot tub on the roof, a pool in the yard, garage space for the now multiple cars in your name. Some of these things you hadn't even asked for when you told her to secure you a home, but she went above and beyond in pleasing you and making you happy. She's a good slave, and you've rewarded her for it by breaking every surface in the house in by fucking her senseless.
It had been a ridiculous hail mary pass to begin with. A world class hacker like Sombra shouldn't have fallen into the trap she did. The hardware implanted in her made her vulnerable to a corruptive routine you had coded with the intention of assuming total control. Mind control through hacking, effectively. Sometimes you can take absolute control of her, but often you let her have the whole of her personality, save of course for the reinforcement of her undying obedience and love for you. As far as you're concerned, you got lucky. You found Sombra on an off day and your trick to get her to chase one compromise in a way that opened her up to be hit harder was a fluke win you can't take as a sign of how good you are. But it's better to be lucky than good, because you now have Sombra as your adoring sex pet, who has made sure your bank account is overflowing.
"Every day in with you is so much more fun than what I was up to before," Sombra purrs. "It's nice to have my computer room online, though. You really do trust me not to do anything."
"I wonder why that could be," you tease, sitting there and leaning up happily against her while she continues to stroke along your cock. "You should tell me."
"Because I love being your personal fucktoy, jefe. Love being the live-in slut and knowing my body is the plaything of someone else. Everything I do to you makes me feel so good. Serving you is just... Nnngh, me gusta..." Her thighs rub together, voice getting tense and firm, so hot and filled with desire. "It makes me really loco, but you got in my head and made me that kind of crazy bitch, and I love it." Her lips idly caress along your neck. "But still. You trust me to be good. I appreciate that."
"I wouldn't want to keep you from your craft. You can be my plaything and still be the best hacker in the world. Nobody needs to know about what's in your head."
"So good to me."
Before the show comes back from commercial, a news bulletin cuts in. "Tonight, at eleven: Overwatch's unsanctioned operations continue in stride as Lisbon suffers heavy damages." The anchor continues on talking about things as phone footage shows off the fight between Overwatch and Talon agents. A whirlwind of violence, chaos, and destruction that contrasts with the casual handjob Sombra is giving you, but also sharply contrasts with the way the news footage shows off a sight of a perky, lean bodied girl in a skin-tight suit leaping out of an exploding MEKA suit. Then it cuts to another angle, and to a blue sinned sniper with legs, hips, and ass for days taking aim before a woman looking like a glorious angel and a blue-suited sky trooper shake her off with force and a rocket. The commotion is exciting and startling, but your gaze is pulled far too easily toward the temptation and curiosity of seeing the women in motion.
"Te gusta?" Sombra asks, her hand jerking quicker along your cock urging your attention toward her, forcing this far out of anything casual. "Mm, your cock is throbbing now. You like them."
"They're gorgeous" you confess. "So that sniper. You still work with Talon, right? I know you took a 'leave of absence', but you're still there technically."
"Why? Do you want me to give you Widowmaker's number? Muy infiel. For shame." But she laughs it off just as quickly. "But you're in luck. Maybe. I've been working on something special for you. Even when I'm not bouncing on your cock and losing my mind, it's hard not to think about it, you know... But I have a surprise coming."
"What kind of surprise?" Her quicker strokes make your cock ache, make you throb and ooze pre all over her hand. You're getting close from only a handjob."
"I'm working on a chip to replicate the hacking you did to me. Not every puta has a direct line to the internet in her brain. But I can slip a little something in there. A chip, just a small little thing. Get in there, implante, and then you have another good girl slut who loves serving you as much as I do. And I do love being your cockslut, jefe. You know that, right?"
"I do," you groan, worked over faster, her lips trailing down from your cheek to your neck, along your chest, toward your cock. "You're a good girl, Sombra." Maybe to good; this level of intense enthusiasm for what you've done to her wasn't in the mind control program, the bold delight with which she talks about how hot it makes her. You have your doubts about how pure the application of the program running in her head is, but there's no way that under mind control she decided to fuck her routines up and make herself even more vulnerable, right? That would be insane.
"Well then remember who your numero uno chica is, and maybe I'll have some surprises for you. Does my amazing, well hung, generous jefe want a harem of begging fuckdolls addicted to serving you?" As she finishes asking, she shoves her way down your cock, taking you into her mouth just as you give in.
Your orgasm is fierce, intense, and as you cum you're boldly, loudly proclaiming, "Yes! Fuck, yes!" You have no reason to deny her, after all, as you blow a load into her mouth and give up to the sweet temptation of Sombra's offer, wishing you had the sense and the sanity to hold back the excitement coursing through your veins. She swallows your load down and then sucks your cock on deeper, starting to work at another round with you already and leaving the television to keep droning on with the show. Sombra never minds sucking your cock while you watch TV, because Sombra is a good, obedient slave who only wants to make you happy.
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The days passed on and you hadn't thought too much about Sombra's offer since. It's hard to keep one thing in mind when a gorgeous sex addict devoting her whole life to your pleasure is available at all times. Hard to think about wanting other women once she gets you whipped up and by your command serves your ever need without hesitation or complaint. Sombra is too good to you. But usually, every morning you're woken up to a blowjob. Either you tell her the night before that she is to suck your cock to wake you up, or she's on top of you of her own volition. Lying beside you kissing your neck, rubbing her head against your cheek and cooing sweet good mornings. Whatever it is that makes you feel loved in the morning.
This time, you get none of that. You get the sounds of video games. Get the noise and commotion of something loudly coming from down the hall. It throws you, a slow and confused wake-up as you rise from the bed and see that she's not in the room anywhere. You roll out of the oversized bed and stumble out, still sleepy and coming to consciousness, wondering what's happening down the hall, who's in the house, because it sounds like a fighting game is being played. You draw closer, and you can start to pick up voices.
"Jefe's going to be so happy with you. You're going to do great." Sombra's vice. You furrow your brow and creep closer, peering your head into the room.
That MEKA girl is in the room too. Sombra is wearing nothing at all, but this girl is dressed in cute pink underwear, on her knees in a way that shows of the cute rabbit logo that her MEKA also had, splashed proudly across her cute butt. They're both holding controllers, set in front of the massive television and engaging in rounds of Tekken that are embarrassingly not even close. But that all makes sense; you might not be to deep into the StarCraft scene, but Hana Song, the hottest girl in esports, has transcended her game's scene.
"I'm so excited to finally meet Master. It already feels like I've been waiting my whole life for this. It's so weird, I can't... Nngh, but of course, thank you too, Mistress. For helping me see and making me into a slave. I'm so glad to be here, and I promise, sometimes I'll go easy on you in Tekken. Today just wont' be one of them; I want Master to be impressed by how good I am at games."
You stand over the floor curiously, wondering what to say. Sombra did it, the madwoman, and you're now slowly drawing closer to the sweet surrender of what seems to be you claiming another plaything. You step forward, trying to sneak up on them both, hand reaching slowly toward your lap to take your dick out. But as the new girl's head turns to Sombra so she can gloat about winning, she catches you out of the corner of her eye. "Master!" she gasps, turning quickly around, and Sombra jolts up. You're faced with two gorgeous girls knelt before you with their faces bright and adoring. "It's so good to finally meet you, Master. You can call me D.Va. Mistress already filled me in on what I need to do, and I'm happy to s--"
Sombra places a hand over D.Va's mouth and leans in against her ear. She whispers something, and you can see in D.Va's eyes a weird and conflicted something. It's a curious sight, an expression that you can tell is her struggling against her programming. It's a sight you haven't seen much out of from Sombra; it's a struggle to fight against the mental programming she's been given, to push on with what she wants. It's something that wouldn't' stand up to a direct command if you so wanted to. But you don't even know what's coming, and the idea of Sombra trying to make her do something you wouldn't want is ridiculous.
"N-no," she finally says. "Master, please take the controller from Sombra. I-I don't want to be the sex slave to anybody who can't beat me in Tekken. This is about pride. So please, face me, and show me that you're worthy." There's a glimmer of heat in her eyes, a desperation and a lust that doesn't quite track with everything else, but it's all okay; it makes sense enough to you. Sombra's turned this into a game. Possibly a very fun one, at that, and you want to see where it goes. Accepting the controller from Sombra, you sit down and get ready to play. "Three rounds. One match."
"Don't worry jefe, I'll help you," Sombra whispers into your ear as you make the exchange, a soft kiss to your cheek feeling almost chaste in comparison to what's bound to follow. She's just too ominous a presence to entirely write off, something so strange and enticing, a welcoming presence as you settle in for the strangeness of what's to come. You settle in for the game, knowing by everything about D.Va and the way she carries herself that she is going to be a challenge.
And she is. At least at first. She launches into combo strings that say she knows what she's doing on a level that you're not ready for. D.Va is frighteningly capable and driven by a push of something strong, wicked, too fierce for you to be ready for what follows. But just as half your health bar vanishes, a nervous shriek from the side catches your attention. Your head turns to the side in time to find that Sombra is all over D.Va from behind, one hand stuffed down her panties and suddenly feeling her up, while the other brings fingers along her cheek and her lips.
"Keep playing, chica. I want to see if a dirty slut can beat jefe while she's getting treated like she should be."
D.Va whines and shivers under the pressure of Sombra's touch, and you stumble back into the game, trying to take advantage now of the pressure D.Va's under. At first, her game doesn't take to much of a hit; the fingering leaves you an opening mostly by way of her having dropped her controller, and you're able to scramble your way through a combo while she fumbles, evening the odds again. She reasserts herself quickly though; D.Va is damn good at video games. She might only be playing StarCraft pro, but that might not be by necessity.
Round one swiftly goes back to her. Sombra molesting D.Va may not exactly be helping you either, because your eyes drift over to the sight of your top slave fondling the new girl, fingers in her mouth and drool running down the digits as the trembling, flush girl looks so fucking cute getting ruined. "Dirty slut. Trying to beat jefe, pretending she doesn't want to be a sex slave. Perra mentirosa, you aren't fooling me."
But the pressure hits D.Va hard. Round two sees her dropping inputs, fumbling combos and canceling her way out of them by accident with wrong moves. Her fingers lose much of their steadiness and focus, and lose it rapidly. She's not ready for this, not able to keep up with the demanding pace and the treatment that ensues, clearly wishing she was more ready and capable, but you're gaining on her. Of course, she's still damn good at Tekken, but the match gets drawn out and the degradation of her ability is clear as she falls more and more, and the round ends up a really close one, but in the end you win, and perhaps more importantly, you draw it out long.
She's writhing now. The rapid flurry of whispered and frantic Spanish is getting more intense; Sombra is laying it on thick as she violates D.Va's mouth and pussy with her fingers, pushing her into an overwhelming state that leaves her vulnerable. She's moaning into the fingers, writhing and struggling and falling into the embrace of this heat, making for something too senseless to deal with. It's pleasure in its maddest form, and you happily keep up this pressure and push her into a position that has her losing herself.
Round three, D.Va keeps fumbling, and you're surprised how readily she's losing. You figured she'd come back, but she's only getting worse, no panic or desperation saving her from what's happening, her moans getting louder and the smell of arousal hitting your nose, showing off the desperate show of lowly heat and need that's taking her. You have your opportunity and you take it hard, pushing on without a worry and making her fall deeper still. You get your 2-1 lead over her, and domination now seems inevitable.
Halfway through round four, D.Va just drops her controller. The frantic and greedy whispering is so bright and wicked, her moaned response driven by utter panic, a pressure that's rapidly reaching the breaking point, and she can't take anymore. You finish her off and as the winning screen comes up, she cums, moaning, "I guess I belong to you now, Master!" Spit drips down her chin, body trembling and shivering under the mess of utter desire, and there's just nothing better in the world. Her hand writhes and shivers against the tempestuous rush of desire that takes her by storm, so mad, so wild. Just right. Just perfect. Her excitement and slavish devotion to you is immediate and wild; she can't pretend this isn't amazing, can't for a moment act like she's disappointed with this outcome. "I'm so happy to be your new slut. Please, Master, fuck me all you'd like, I want to prove how good I am to you!"
Sombra's hands tug at D.Va's panties and get them down, baring her greedy pussy, which is obvious and needy and begging for this pleasure. You're happy to take charge, happy to make the most of this now as you hurl yourself into the deep end. "Stand up," you say, smiling wide. "If you can obey, then I won't need to tie you up. I still will, but you'll be a good girl and show me that you will obey, won't you?"
"Of course, Master." She rises, panties getting a final tug as she goes. She stands happily before you, ready for anything. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'm an obedient slave for you, and I'm going to prove that I can go for the high score on obedience!'
You start to give the orders rapid-fire. "Turn around. Touch your toes. Hands forward. Bend your legs. Act like there's a spreader bar. Legs straightened. Further out. I want your back low. Head to the ground. Hips up. Shake your cute little ass." She follows each of them step by step, obeying and steadying out, ending up in as prime a position as she can be, on offer for you with her pussy prime to be taken. "Good girl."
"Thank you, Master!" she whines.
You take your cock out and line yourself up. After making you work for this and beating her, you feel a tension that's only been accelerated by the sight and sounds of her getting fingered and used by Sombra. It's all become a bit too much for you to resist, and you shove greedily forward, claiming her with a swift motion and a plunge into surrender. One hot groan, one feverish lust, and you plunge deep into your new slave, making a game of this mess and plunging in. The snug embrace of a greedy, desperate pussy wrapped hot around your cock calls out to you, and you feel yourself overcome with raging desire and heat, a lust too primal to care about, throwing yourself into the deep end and into something mad.
Without any way to restrain yourself, you get right on to fucking D.Va raw, hammering with senseless glee into the embrace of a pussy begging for your attention. "Master, your cock is amazing! I'm so happy to be here, I'm going to be a good slut. I needed this!' She's desperate, voice trembling as she gets claimed, craving you so loudly. It's enticing and wild, finding yourself overwhelmed by the lusts taking you both. Tumultuous and wild pleasures coming on like fire through you prove so enticing and so senseless, pulling you into the mess of something truly brilliant. Fucking Sombra without a care for hours on end has had an effect on you and really driven you to just give in to your most base desires.
"Lift your head up a little bit, chica. Maestra wants a little gratitude." Sombra's hands run through D.Va's hair as she slips into position, sitting down in front of her and guiding her head between your legs. "You don't mind if I get a little pedacito, do you, jefe?" She's already taking charge of D.Va before you've given her the okay, but that seems about right; you did agree that Sombra would be your top girl if she brought others in, and she's fucking earned it now. There's no way to doubt or deny that.
"Of course. D.Va, you already know that Sombra is the top slave in my harem. You answer to her, and unless I tell you otherwise, you will obey her. Do you understand?'
Sombra's rubbing up on D.Va's face muffled a lot of her attempts to speak, but it shone through fine in the end. "Of course, Master. I will obey Mistress and love her, too." Sombra always calls you jefe--boss--and here's always a playful and maybe even smug edge to it. D.Va calling you Master with such helpless, devoted vulnerability is a welcome change, a brilliant treat exciting you, riling you up, pushing you to lose yourself completely. It's a nice combination, D.Va seems a different kind of playful, a presence that will shake up the dynamic in the house, and you welcome it.
Every thrust into her challenges her ability to stand steady. You don't hold back on this test, keeping your pace up and subjecting her to the most punishing and hard position you can think, savouring the way she moans and fumbles through eating Sombra out, a pleasure escalating with so little restraint or shame that it feels too good to believe. There's so much happening and all of it is coming on too quickly to fathom. You keep hammering away, and she holds her feet and her hands no the ground firm, obedient as every relevant muscle in her body is devoted to obeying your order. She'll hold the position as long as she has to no matter how uncomfortable it is, showing of that she is a good and devoted plaything, the perfect slut or your purposes, and you are relentless in pushing her deeper still into this bliss
Calling out, "Master! Master!" over and over as she plunges into the madness of her orgasm, a heaving, mad descent into orgasmic bliss she can't deny. Her snug pussy clenches down so amazingly tight around your cock and fills you with the most wild and frantic of cravings, so much pleasure and chaos and lust driving you mad. You give in to all of it, embracing the moment and cumming deep into the waiting, snug embrace of a pussy craving your cock. You cum deep inside her, filling D.Va up, making her shriek and shiver in delight as you push her limits and soak in the joy of feeling her clench and spasm around you.
Sombra hits her peak, and she's far more restrained about it, gripping a handful of hair and tightening up, biting her lip and containing herself far more readily, strong enough to contain herself and to keep from falling completely into the chaos. "Fuck, this is going to be... Nngh, menos mal. Gracias a dios, this was the best idea."
"You can relax now, D.Va," you say, and her body gives in, legs too weak to keep holding this precarious position giving out as her mind ceases its obsessive fight against reason. She collapses forward against Sombra, grabbing her shoulders to hold herself steady, sliding and stumbling forward with a whine. "Both of you on your knees for me. Side by side." For as weak as she is and how much her body wants to relax after being held tightly in a position, she's swift to go back into another one. Hands in her lap, obediently beside Sombra who snaps into shape too. "Good girls. Now, whose mouth do I fuck first?'
They both begin to shout over one another, an overlap of feverish and enthusiastic lust, pleading for something wild, something desperate. There's really no pleasure or shame in the way they crave you, and you decide that lacking any distinct whim, one of the girls does deserve a reward. You grab Sombra's head with both hands and hold it steady as you ram your cock forward. You push in deep, making your way right down her throat in a swift motion driving her into panic, into a pressure too wild for her to be ready for. She struggles around your cock, whining, slurping and sucking loudly in a struggle that was also a peculiar victory lap.
"Master," D.Va whines. She doesn't do much more than that, controlling herself but clearly wanting to lie and plead and complain. She seems so torn up about this, like she's learning her way through everything. It's adorable, but you don't fall for it.
"Soon. Behave," is all you say. It works. making her tense up a little bit as you keep railing Sombra and leaving D.Va to wait. Your balls slap against Sombra's chin as you have her, as you plunge down her throat, make her choke and struggle harder under the frantic pleasure that wears her down. The look of pride in her eyes really holds you; Sombra is clearly riding high on what she's done and what she's made happen, excited by the chance to be treated and taken for a ride as a victory lap. It's a great pleasure, a great way to see her. She's so eager and lustful, a desire and frantic pleasure you shove on rougher through.
You do give D.Va hers soon, though. You draw back from Sombra's throat, and delight in the frantic gasp she lets out, in the drip of spit from her mouth. She swallows, and whines, "Gracias," as you pull back from her, stepping over to the side again and grabbing D.Va's head. She doesn't get to respond, but the excitement in her eyes is clear as you begin to hammer down, plunging away and fucking her with unrestrained, uncontrolled vigor. There's no reason to hold back the pleasures raging through you as you facefuck your pretty new toy as hard as you can muster. She chokes louder and harder than Sombra does; it seems D.Va isn't as experienced, isn't as ready to handle your cock hammering into her like this. It only makes things hotter, in a fucked up way, and you rush on quicker, savage and making sure she is falling deeper into your clutches, a victim of your depravity and your most wicked excitements. It keeps going, keeps getting more frantic and bizarre. It's perfect.
It might be obviously too much for her, but you won't let that stop you. She has to learn, has to be put in her place has to be set right. Everything you inflict upon D.Va now is a firm lesson that she'll have to learn if she wants to be your slave. Sombra's picking up on it too. "Ruin that pretty little puta."
"You're doing a great job, D.Va. I'm very happy with your ability, you're going to do great. You'll be an amazing cocksucker. But I'll take it easy on you." You draw back and switch over again, leaving her to suck down desperate gasps for air as she struggles to handle all of this weirdness. There's a lot going on here and all of it right now feels like exactly what you need. You reach out toward Sombra, grabbing her and tugging her back over again, pulling her from her obedient position to come face-first into your cock. You're getting rougher with her as a means of expressing your control over the situation, slapping her with your dick a couple times to prove a point before you ram forward and plunge down her throat again.
This time it's faster. Messier. A vulgar and violent oral violation that shows of to D.Va what future await her. "Wow. Mistress, you're taking such a rough fucking. Master, thank you for taking it easy on me." She trembles, swallowing the pooled drool in her mouth. "I promise, I will... I will learn to be a perfect cockslut for you. I'll train my mouth and get all the practice sucking your cock I can, so that I can take you like she is." Her promises excite you; it's every devoted word you want to hear, a sign you're on the right path that keeps you moving faster back and forth, hammering and heaving on, lost to the joy of a pleasure that simply won't stop.
The words help egg you on, help keep you ruining Sombra, as she chokes harsher, struggling and sputtering through the abuse you inflict on her. There's really no telling how hard far this will go but you know you want to take it further, want to make this all completely stop making sense. You keep going, keep thrusting away, keep making Sombra struggle, before finally you draw back. There's no warning for it, as you blow your load all over her face, hosing Sombra's perfect skin down with your cum. You drench her with it, shot after shot landing onto her face. She takes it proudly.
"Dios," Sombra whines as your cum drips from her face. "Gracias again, jefe. Fuck."
D.Va started at the sight of Sombra with cum all over her face, biting her lip, shifting, squirming. "M-may I please..."
"Come get your snack, chica." Sombra leans her head back a bit and welcomes the rush of D.Va scrambling forward to begin licking the cum off of her face, kissing her, making out with Sombra. Sombra being her mistress has created one hell of a dynamic. You get a moment of rest and let this play out, able to enjoy the sight of your slaves at work with one another without getting carried away. It's a welcome change, and you take a chance to assess the situation and admire D.Va's body. She's in great shape, and her cute butt seems like it could use a claiming, not to mention rounding out the trilogy and getting the only yet-unclaimed hole.
When you're ready, you catch her by surprise. You could order her to stand up, but you can do whatever the fuck you want, grabbing the kneeling girl by the hip and dragging her up to her feet, bending her forward and ramming your cock into her ass. No time to brace herself, no time to understand what's happening. She's just gasping out in confused heat and surprise as the sudden arousal and aggression hits her just right.
"Oh my god, Master, it's so big!" she screams. Her ass is unbelievably tight, clearly needing to be broken in hard, and you ravage her. Every wild back and forth motion of your hips drives home that clear message, that distinct push into a pleasure and a heat so frantic and so wild that nothing will hold you back now. There's no reason to hold back, and you can't afford to wait or to relent. She needs your worst and she needs it fucking now, every wild motion of your hips driving that pleasure home in a wild and senseless way, all to pursue her ruin.
You hook fingers into D.Va's mouth and apply a similar sort of pressure to what Sombra had done when she was fingering her. but now you're in much more savage charge, drilling her ass deep as she leans forward, bent toward Sombra, arms limp at her sides and moans spilling from her lips. The pleasure is remarkable and senseless, pushing her limits and training her up. She's learning well. "Such a good girl. I love my new slut already" you say, laying on the compliments and affection. She's been a well-behaved toy, she deserves it. "My perfect gamer girl slave. Do you like Master's cock up your ass?"
"I love it!" she screams. Her words come out clumsy in light of the fingers stuffed in her mouth, drool dripping from her mouth, down your hand or onto her chin, all while she takes this mad treatment on .Every sound she makes is manic and spectacular, a show of pressure and heat, of lacking anything resembling sense in her head. "I always thought I'd find a player two but you're player one, you're definitely player one!" It's frantic, loud, and probably some kind of sweet. She's adorable in this helpless state, so dizzy and desperate, frantic in ways that keep you going on harder.
"Muy caliente," Sombra moans, rubbing her pussy with slow, careful motions, not so much looking to cum as she's looking to enjoy as she beholds the sight of you going all out. She wears having someone beneath her on the totem pole well, and it keeps you excited. The house is getting a big change into new forms of excitement, and you keep that pressure up, keep the pace up, subject her to everything wild and weird youkan muster. There's no restraint here, no sense, just heat. The lust of two bombshells craving your cock this intensely is getting to your head; this frenzied morning threesome is about to become your new normal. It's insane to think, but you are relentless in pursuing it.
Every needy whine coming out of D.Va is a shameful show of how hopeless she is. She's near the point of babbling now, sucking on your fingers and heaving through the ecstasy. Sombra mouths the word 'loco' to you, and you assume that her eyes are rolled back in utter ecstasy now, a surrender too wild to possibly resist. You've ruined her, taken her, and now, it's time to finish up.
You slam one final time into the snug embrace of D.Va's ass and with a hard, eager grunt, you cum deep into her final hole, claiming her thoroughly. She screams pure garbled ecstasy without any regard for the structure of words as she hits her high-pitched peak, one big crash into pleasure. It's a wild mess, but a perfect one, so succinct and so brazen, driven but so many pleasures and desires at once that surge up through you and leave nothing to chance. It's too good, too wild, too much.
You draw sharply back from D.Va's ass hole at last and groan, letting her collapse to the floor again.
"Thank you, Master," she whines. "Sombra said that after morning sex, she makes you breakfast. And I'm happy to prove I can be a good domestic slave too. I just need to... Google how to make things that aren't instant ramen."
"Hopeless, empty-headed little puta," Sombra teased, pulling D.Va in and kissing her cheek. "Aprenderas (You will learn well)"
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The addition of D.Va into your home and sex life has been oddly smooth. She's a welcome presence in the house, having fun with sexy video game dares and all manner of little wagers, and all she does is hang around the house in cute clothes and game. It means that even when Sombra is busy with hacking stuff, you have someone to satisfy your needs, giving her the time alone she needs in her room or even to leave no matter how needy your cock is at that given moment. Everything has been a seamless, except for the coking.
True to her promise, D.Va has actually been trying to learn how to cook, ready to be a wonderful housewife and fulfill plenty of little domestic tasks for you. The problem is, she's fucking terrible at cooking. She overcooks, undercooks, burns, mangles, or otherwise completely trashes almost everything she's made with the slightest bit more complication to it than microwaving something. Even instant ramen is a crapshoot with her; it's a complete embarrassment. An embarrassment that annoys you more and more with each failure, and there's probably ways that Sombra could fuck around with the chip and change it, of course, but what would be the fun in any of that?
She's got breakfast in bed for you today, and you know it's a disaster before she's in the room, because you can smell the burn wafting up ahead of her with the trays. "Okay Master. Mistress. I have some breakfast for you, just relax and enjoy," D.Va says, placing in your lap a plate of what is probably supposed to be bacon and eggs. It doesn't quite look like it. The eggs are scorched and overcooked, a blobby mess looking like plastic than like any kind of egg, the yolk obliterated and bled all over the whites not to get a runny, molten yolk spread out, but because she clearly popped it by accident. The bacon tossed onto the plate is burnt to a crisp, past the point of rigidity and already starting to crumble into ashen pieces from being plated.
"Poor, stupid puta," Sombra sighs as she looks at the place. "You fucked up again, chica."
"No I didn't, I set a timer and everything," D.Va said, clenching up in worry. "Right, Master? It looks good, doesn't it?' She's shaky and worried again as you eye her, your incredulous gaze certainly doing her no favours, but she's hopeful. Nervous, worried, antsy as can be. But hopeful."
You take some of the eggs really just for posterity's sake, and immediately spit it out. "It's like rubber," you say. "You fucked up again."
"Quemada," Sombra agrees, teasing her by grabbing one of the bacon strips and smacking her cheek with it. It's a harmless gesture given that she's hitting her with bacon, but it snaps and crumbles immediately as D.Va yelps. "Perra tonta, you keep fucking up."
"Why do I even bother fucking you if you can't fulfill your promises?" you ask. It's harsh, but you're having fun with that, and she'll still love you no matter what you do, of course. Mean spirited, but fuck it, you can get away with it. "Sorry that you need better life skills than ranked Starcraft matches to be worth a fuck, but if you can't even cook eggs you're useless as a wife."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm doing my best. Please, just don't blank me again, I promise, I'll go make new food, I'll make it better, I--"
"Server disconnected." You cut her off with the trigger words that make her go blank. her body goes stiff, arms at her sides, a sudden acceptance and obedience hitting her hard. The worry leaves her face and all presence leaves her eyes. You've shut her off completely, activated the code that basically disconnects all personality, wiping away anything from her and making the mind control program override everything else. She's not just freely herself but devoted to you now, she's a mindless automaton who acts only on commands and lives only to serve sexually. Only temporarily, but for long enough to get the point across.
"Come eat my coño," Sombra hisses, grabbing D.Va and tugging her onto the bed, spreading her legs out and shifting against the blankets. "Idiota. Inútil little waste of time." D.Va moves forward to eat Sombra out with complete obedience, but that's clearly not enough for Sombra as she pulls her in tight, tugging at her hair and forcing her on, getting her into devouring her. There's little reason to be rough with D.Va in this state; she's completely unaware of this, detached from anything that makes the roughness teachable. This is entirely for Sombra's own enjoyment.
"You aren't just letting her cook badly all this time just so you have the excuse to blank her, are you?" you ask, as the hand not in D.Va's hair slips under the covers, Sombra starting to give you a handjob and wake your cock up while this happens. It hardens under her touch, and you lean in to kiss Sombra's cheek as you watch D.Va obediently and mindlessly service her pussy. When she's blanked, her approach to oral sex becomes very stiff and certain. Robotic. She just moves without any flair or personality, as direct and as forward as her oral attentions can be.
"Of course not, but she has to learn how to cook, I'm not wasting valuable programming time to make her worth a fuck." Sombra's all teases and purrs as she kisses you back, clearly excited by all of this, happy to play around. "But I'm also not making her any worse. She's just really this fucking sad, jefe. Think of it as adding personality."
Completely disconnected from the conversation, D.Va just keeps licking, eating out her mistress without any presence of mind, the words meaning nothing to her if they aren't direct orders. She just remains deep in the unfocused pleasures and hungers taking her, submissive as can be. There's nothing left to her, and there doesn't have to be; this is all so much more satisfying for how utterly incapable she is of responding to this mess or doing anything to stop this, just waiting, just hanging in the thrall of the moment and letting this attempt at breakfast in bed turn into domination. Sombra jerks you off slowly as you watch this all play out, your eyes down on the sight of her in completely obedient, broken emptiness, just licking.
Sombra's loud and hungry, twisting about under the pleasure as she embraces this greedy delight, a desire and a hunger she knew she had to give in to, give up to. Grinding up against D.Va's face in greedy, satisfied indulgence, she let the pleasure take her, rolling with all the desire and the wickedness, a growing and senseless lust getting more potent and more intense inside her with each motion, ever stronger, ever hotter, pushing her limits and allowing her to indulge in something wicked, strong, so fierce that she didn't know how to handle it all. So early in the morning, she hit her wild indulgence, a twisted peak she did nothing to shy away from giving up to completely, and for all her trouble she came to a wild, remarkable orgasm, moaning vulgarities and lacing Spanish and English words together in a wild cacophony of vocal lust.
D.Va pulls obediently and robotically away from her mistress, shifting over. "Should I suck your cock next, Master?" she asks, all the attitude gone from her voice, just a flat and empty stillness remaining.
"You might as well do something useful for me this morning," you say, and D.Va doesn't register any of the dismissiveness in those words as she shifts over into your lap and begins to service your cock, moving to obediently tend to your every desire as though you had just told her that yes, she should. She lies between your legs, peeling your blankets off and taking your cock into her mouth, just pushing her way down to start sucking you off .The motions are almost too steady, and its' weird looking at her face, seeing her move so stiffly and without much life, but it's also maddeningly exciting to know that with a few words you can shut a girl's entirely personality off and make her into a droning sex doll. Sombra has some kind of trigger word too, but she's not told you it yet.
"So, jefe," Sombra moans, leaning in tighter against you. "I'm enjoying our new little mascota, and I love playing mamacita for your harem, so... If you wanted another girl in here, what sort would you want? Anyone in mind?' Her kisses along your neck and down your chest are the perfect complement to this steady blowjob, as you look from D.Va to Sombra an back a few times, weighing your thoughts and pondering the options, which are varied and complex. "You sure have interesting ideas of when to ask about this, but while you and D.Va are both great, I think I could go for a girl who can give me a titfuck."
"Oh? Are these tetas not enough for you, jefe?" Sombra pushes her perky breasts into your face, teasing you with them as she shoves in. "I don't know if it's a criticism, or if you just want bigger." You're about to say something to her in defense of her, insisting it's about getting a girl with a huge set of tits to change things up, but her lips seize yours instead. "Solo bromeo, bebe. I will find you a gift with huge tits to make my wonderful jefe happy." Her use of 'gift' instead of 'girl' makes your cock twitch, as she pampers you with more kisses, making out with you as you fall deeper into the pleasure and delight of knowing she's going to take care of your depraved needs. She's too good to you.
You finish down D.Va's throat and Sombra rolls out of bed, off to see about her day. "Have fun with her, and try not to break her too much before I get back." She's off, leaving you and D.Va to enjoy some time alone as she goes of for her day, getting dressed and leaving. Leaving you to anticipate whatever new kinds of crazy she's brewing up to surprise you with when she's back.
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You haven't heard D.Va's voice in a couple hours now, but you've been hearing a lot of D.Va. "Log in," is the trigger phrase to reboot her brain and restore her personality again, and she's always shaky coming back from being basically shut off and taken over, but you've decided that there wasn't quite enough punishment in that, so you've taken to experimenting with her to have some more 'fun'. She has to be your test subject for the day on some bondage toys that came in the mail and on some positions you had in mind. She'd have to be that even if she hadn't upset you, of course; she's your mind controlled slave. But it's all the more reason to be vengeful with her.
D.Va kneels down on the kitchen table with her thighs spread out. Her wrists are cuffed up to her ankles to provide her with a restrictively and forceful pull to stay in place, with some extra pressure applied with rope work at her wrists to her neck to keep it in place. You've added a few more restrictions than that, though; nipple clamps have her tiny tits red and sore, a chain connecting them that then reaches up over the gag she has in her mouth, with has a protruding segment and a flat base upon which a glass of water is placed. Your glass of water.
Every motion threatens the glass's stability, but if she leans the wrong way to try and balance herself she'll pull harder at the nipple clamps, which is driving forward a sense of intense frustrations she's struggling to deal with, clearly overwhelmed and under way more panic and pressure than she's fully capable of handling. It's a lot, a pretty intense and perhaps even cruel way to keep her stuck in place and suspended like this; you're not so heartless you're not aware of that and sensitive to the struggle she's facing. Which is why you also have some new wand vibrators that came in the amil taped to her thighs and pressed flush against her pussy.
So she can enjoy herself.
"You're doing a good job," you say, standing there admiring the sight of her. Occasionally you'll reach into your shorts and give yourself a few strokes, but honestly, the pleasure of watching D.Va struggle under this embarrassing position is enough for you. It's foreplay. Whatever you do to her will benefit from the steady escalation and craziness of indulging in D.Va like this on the run-up. "You might not ever be able to cook worth a fuck, but if you need a purpose when my cock isn't in you, you'd make a great cup holder." The embarrassment and the degradation is harsher now than it was before; you're a bit out of control, but it feels so good to reach for the cup, taking it off the end of her gag's pole and taking a sip, placing it back down and watching as she tries to readjust to the weight again.
It's all so perfect and depraved in its offering that you almost don't hear the knock at the door. It shakes you a bit, makes you swing around in surprise. "Hm. Stay here, I'll go see who it is." You hear muffled complaints you're sure boil down to how she has no choice but to stay there, and you head off with a big smirk and a greedy, careless thrill as you seek out whatever awaits you on the other side of the door, opening it up with deep curiosity, only to see a gorgeous woman standing on the doorway that has you immediately thrown. Her sort brown hair up in a bun, her big glasses adding to the soft warmth of her sweet smile, and a trench coat almost struggling to stay closed as a pair of huge tits beg to break out of it. You're so taken by her cleavage that you almost miss Sombra hanging around behind her with a huge grin.
"Um, hello," she says softly. "I think that you're supposed to be my new owner? I'm a sex slave now, I think. I'm not very clear on things, but my new friend said..." She turns around, motioning to Sombra only to lose focus. "Actually, I'm not sure why I'm here. But I know it's because of you. So, hello! My name is Mei!' She extends her hand out toward you, and you shake it, pulling her in for a kiss. One she accepts, leans into with completely tamed and happy readiness, only to be left murmuring to herself as you pull out of it. "Yes, we would kiss if I was your sex slave, wouldn't we?"
"I dunno what went wrong, jefe," Sombra says, slinking up to your side as she and Mei come into the house. "The chip is perfect, and putting it in went fine. Ser pan comido. Just like D.Va, but she's weird about it. Keeps stopping, saying stuff to herself. Estar como una cabra, you know? She seems fine, but she might be fighting it a bit. See what happens, if I need to step in, I will."
"I live here now," Mei said. "This house is beautiful. I'm so happy to be with you here. I love you so much, and I'm so happy we have our future together." Mei sounds more like an overjoyed girlfriend you just proposed to, which leaves you wondering what to make of all this as you settle into the living room with her, ignoring D.Va in her predicament to enjoy this new plaything, your eyes very firmly upon her tits. "But it's so silly how committed you are."
"Committed to what?" you ask.
"The joke. this whole ridiculous thing. Having chips that can mind control people... Even if it did work that way, imagine using it to create sex slaves! It's so funny, but you just like to roleplay. I know, I know." She pulls you in and kisses you some more. "If it's what you want, I'll play along. I can call you 'master', it's fine." Mei's definitely a bit too much in control of herself, relatively speaking. It seems a tiny bit erratic and maybe works in varying degrees as a day comes or goes. But for now, she's definitely a fucking handful. "What do you want me to do, 'Master'? I'll play around and let you believe your fetish, it's fine."
Even if Mei isn't taking this seriously, it is very real. You start to laugh, wildly entertained by how Mei's talked her way into justifying it all and acting like this is normal. She's still standing in your living room in a too-tight trench coat and believes herself your girlfriend or whatever. That's good enough. "Take your coat off," you say, smile widening as you peer about, hoping to see what's underneath.
She undoes the belt and rolls it off her shoulders, revealing her stacked body in all its glory beneath a sheer, see-through blue nightgown so utterly failing in any attempt to be provide any coverage or hide anything at al that it's a bit overwhelming. Mei is completely exposed, and her smile is ever brighter as she shows off her body. "Sombra got it for me to impress you. I hope you like it... Master." She giggles as she says it, treating this all still very much like a game. She can do that all she wants as you admire her. With tits that perky, plump, and huge, she can get away with anything right now. She's such a wild change from the slender, sleek girls you've been fucking so hard, offering up curves for days, perfectly round and luscious tits with no hint of sag or trouble at all.
You're going to have fun with these.
"Let's move this to the couch, I want to play with those tits."
"Even with Sombra still here? That sounds fun," Mei says, justifying the situation entirely as the two of you head over to the couch.
Sombra looks just about ready to join, only to catch sight of D.Va in the kitchen. "I think I'll catch up with you guys later. Looks like a package came in." She drifts off, and you know there were things in the order Sombra had marked off for 'personal' use that you hadn't touched. Clearly, she's off to have fun with some of those now, and you don't object at all as she heads in to enjoy D.Va for a little while. You have Mei to play with, and there is a lot of Mei to play with.
"What shall we do now, Master?" she asks, sitting on the couch right beside you, and your hands are happily going for her breasts, starting to grab and grope at her hue tits through her nightgown, going all out on touching her and feeling up her luscious curves. her body is calling you down, tempting you into this sweet, sinful allure. You feel her up harder, greedier, pleasure rising from deep within as you make this wicked move, fingers digging into the soft skin, teasing at its malleability, squishing about and loving the way that Mei's body offers up something so radically different. Her whole form is a luscious, luxurious temptation, and you're happy to feel it, happy to ride the moment down and enjoy it while it lasts.
Mei, for her part, just moans her way down through all this pleasure, accepting the slow and patient heat building steadily up through the moment, a pleasure and a hunger that just feels absolutely miraculous. You're happy to roll with this, savouring the indecent offer of her body begging you for more even as her voice strays from that reality. "That feels nice," she purrs, shoulders relaxed back, offering her chest into your hands. "I love the way you're touching me, please don't stop." You have no intention to. Firmer your hands move, getting more confident and greedy in the chance to indulge in her body. Your fingers begin to flip and roll at the nipples, pinching them a little, tugging at them. It's just the faintest bit of roughness, testing the waters and seeing how Mei responds to it, but the moans are firm, confident. "I never realized my breasts could be so sensitive."
Needing more and not caring how you get it, you tug her nightgown out of the way. It's nice and adorable, but it's served its purpose, and you want to get at far more pressing matters now, tugging it away and exposing her ample breasts to your bare hands as you shove forward, getting your lips around a nipple and sucking. Your greedy, urgent attention makes her gasp out in surprise, and it urges you to keep going, knowing you have her where you want her now amid these escalating sensations. Her body submits to you even if her mind seems distant and stubborn. You'll crack through eventually.
For now, you're leaning in tighter, getting what you want out of her and applying firm, shameless pressure to get what you want. You're determined and hungry, filled with a steady rush of pleasure hitting you just right, demanding so much and leaving no time to deal with it all. Harder you suck, face in her tits and getting all out on indulging in her chest, the pleasure only getting stronger and hotter as you let it come without shame. There's no way you can possibly hold back your desires now; they're too fierce, too sudden, and you're all over her, crawling onto her lap briefly and shoving your face into her plush breasts with a need to prove your needy, hungry devotion now.
You pull out just as fast, but only so you can take your cock out, the aching, greedy shaft already pent up after toying with D.Va, and now you have your way to vent it all. "Give me a titfuck," you command.
She laughs. "Of course, Ma--" Drifting off into more chuckling and completely dizzy, aimless laughter, Mei remains completely unconvinced of this situation as she shifts onto the floor. "Master. I'm sorry, I know, I'll try to say it, but it's so silly. Like a slave, I'll get you off with my breasts. What a silly position this is, but you do own me, right?" She smiles, shifting down and wrapping her plush tits around your cock. It's incredible. That much isn't negotiable or up for questioning; Mei's tits feel great as she starts to work them up and down along your cock, knelt before you with her big, bright smile and a readiness that's almost too good to be true. This remains so bizarre and strange, but it's also absolutely incredible.
Up and down she works in ready acceptance of these terms, moving to give you what you've asked for even if she deems it silly and unnecessary. That's fine, she can keep it whatever the hell she wants as long as she does it. You groan, easing back in your seat as she tends to you, moving up and down your cock with her tits and proving what she can bring you, a pleasure sudden and all-engrossing. You're happy to soak it in, just settling down and letting pleasure follow, letting the wild rushes of steady, stubborn desire set you aflame. It's a nice, welcome rush of pleasure, nothing complicated or weird. Just focused, loving, ready to commit fully.
"Hold your breasts together tighter,." you order, and she does it. Your cock pokes through, pre dripping from the head as she works at you with a very shameless urgency, and you decide to keep pushing your luck. "Suck on the head, too. If my cock is poking out, you should suck on it. And praise it, too."
"Praise it? Oh yes, of course. Your cock is so amazing and majestic that even my breasts can't handle it. Am I doing a good job?" With a wink, she gets her lips around your shaft, and it's all still so beautifully unaware, driven by pleasures and hungers that feel almost too ridiculous and wild to be true. Your body is overjoyed to be taking on all this pleasure, and the more that she tends to you with seemingly no self-awareness, the better. It's so ridiculous, but it's sure as hell an interesting change of pace from D.Va's rampant devotion and Sombra's desire to see her jefe happy.
"You're doing a great job. I'm glad I finally have a slave with some big, fat tits I can fuck."
"About that..." Mei tilts her head, licking along the head of your dick and murmuring a bit. "I wanted to ask about them. Sombra and... D.Va is I think the other one? I just don't really know where they fit into things while we're together."
"They're my slaves too," you say. "Sombra is the slave in charge, and D.Va is the one who always messes up, she's in the kitchen tied up right now." Mei chuckles at that like it's a joke, but as that happens, you hear the unmuffling of a Korean gamer shrieking out in high pitched ecstasy and begging to get fucked. "There's no 'we' without them. I own all three of you."
"I see, I see." She can't get the smile off her face. "Going to keep playing along, then. I'm fine living this fantasy life. I just like seeing you happy, and I don't mind if you fuck other girls, in fact... Maybe I could fuck them to some time. It could be fun." She resumes servicing your cock as the moans from the kitchen get louder, Mei justifying everything around her as simply a game to the best of her abilities, and it remains absolutely enthralling. You're captivated by what you feel, by the steady ache and throb of hunger pulling you deeper in. You look down at Mei, at her full body, and imagine the sight of her getting on with D.Va or Sombra.
"Say that again," you command, feeling so close now, cock twitching, begging.
"I would like to fuck the other girls, too. It could be fun." It's enough for you. Mei seems confused by how it unravels you so quickly, but your pent-up load is splattering all over her chest as you let this all go, groaning and gasping in pleasure, bucking upward to make sure that while you get most of it onto her tits, her cute face gets some too, a streak of cum up toward her glasses even as you prove what you can do and show off the vulgar, excitable rush of pleasure that follows. As you groan and give up the pleasure, you hear D.Va outright screaming now off to the side, howling, whining, begging to eb let go finally, but instead you hear a thud of someone getting dropped, and Sombra walks back into the room.
She's wearing a strap-on clearly custom ordered to match her brown skin, so perfect that you almost don't notice for a moment the harness and connect the dots. It's all blended to well. "Creative work in there, jefe. There's a reason I fell in love with your mind. But you, new girl. Bend over, it's time I show you the order of us slaves here. I'm head bitch, comprende?"
Mei looks primed to turn around and say something, but instead of actually letting her, Sombra rams her strap-on right into her ass and claims her harshly, making her cry out in surprise instead. "That's really rude, you didn't even ask first! I'm fine sharing, but this is out of l--glack glurk glurk!' You're just as swift in claiming her mouth, ramming your cock down her throat and starting to facefuck her, silencing her complaints that, while cute, are definitely in the way of everything you're doing.
"Loco puta," Sombra groans, hands on Mei's wide hips as she hammers forward. "Thanks for shutting her up. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'll go in and figure it out for you, okay?"
"No, keep it," you say, undoing Mei's hair bun, getting hold of something you can wrap around your hand and tug at as you thrust forward. Mei did all the hard work in the titfuck, so now it's time to enjoy taking charge in making her choke on your cock, her sloppy struggles feeding you with excitement growing more calamitous and wild by the second. "I like this. It's a cute change. Like with D.Va. Personality, just like you said. If this is how she ends up, then that's just what we'll go with."
Sombra gives a reluctant nod, none too pleased with this. "Well maybe this will fuck some sense into her. D.Va's a sloppy mess in the kitchen, but she can stay that way. The vibrators are still going, I'm sure she's having a blast." Indeed, you can hear the fuck-addled babbling if you listen over the sounds of Mei choking and Sombra's hips smacking against a round, plush ass. "Hope it fucking does. I'm looking to give you fucktoys."
You keep hammering on, not really letting Mei speak for herself and explain what she's feeling or wants to be. There's no reason to slow down the pleasure to do that as you plunder down her throat, balls slapping against her chin and catching all the drool running down it. It's a merciless facefuck, and one that seems at odds with how sweet and cheerful she's been, and you can even see right then the way she's looking up at you with love and acceptance, like nothing is wrong at all. It's pretty great, and while it's clear the mind control is working, it's also very clear there's a lot of ways in which it isn't.
Mei takes the spitroasting well. She doesn't wince or complain abut the vengeance with which Sombra's fucking her ass. You've fucked D.Va's ass just as hard when you've been pissed at her, and the way that Sombra is definitely going that hard is amusing to you; she seems so fucking jealous and irritated, and her frantic aggression is absolutely wonderful. She's all worked up and frustrated, getting territorial in ways that are hot now, but will hopefully lead to extra-needy, desperate attempts later tonight to try and pull your attention back to her, the well-behaved slave who loves her place but also doesn't burn all the food.
The sloppy choking and struggling is absolutely wonderful; she's such a mess, and your greedy thrusts keep up through a steadily more senseless exploration of desires and lusts that can't be beat. She's doing her best to give in to you, accepting so much pleasure and throwing herself into this, pulling the gaze she's locked into you with only to shut her eyes and try to deal with how much pleasure and pressure she's under. It's a beautiful thing, and your ferocious, unchained indulgence of her mouth gets faster, wilder, trying to push on without any concern for sense now, just focused on getting off, on making her struggle harder as you break in your new toy, whether she believes she's your toy or not. In some fucked up ways it's even better this way.
Sombra seizes Mei's hair from your hand and tugs her off of your cock with an urgency and demand that's hot enough for you to want to see where it goes. "Are you ready to play nice now, puta?" she asks.
"I'm playing nice already, aren't I?" Mei's voice trembles under the ferocious anal pounding she's receiving. "I'm doing my best here to pretend we're all slaves. I think we're having fun, aren't we?" Sombra growls, snaps, shoves her down your cock, taking charge to facefuck Mei down on your dick even faster than you were. The pissed off hacker can't be stopped as she rails the cute girl from behind, and you have no idea where she found Mei or how this is all happening but it is completely senseless and incredible, your cock swallowed while and all sense melting away from something too rough and depraved to resist.
Mei cums first, shivering between the two of you and giving up to the unravelling, smoldering pleasure taking her by storm. Sombra cums next, clearly some internal stimulation inside the strap-on harness getting to her as she howls and yells in furious excitement, rising up to claim control and seek al the pleasure she can get, pounding on ever rougher and taking this victory lap. You're only a few seconds late to the party as you cum down Mei's throat, grabbing her hair again and seizing the reins from Sombra so you can hold her down and make sure you get every last drop down her gullet before letting her breathe again.
Mei sucks down ragged breaths, wiping the drool from her mouth as she looks behind her back. "That felt really nice, but I hope you'll ask before you do that next time. I don't mind sharing, but this isn't really your place to jump in like that. We're in a relationship, not you."
Sombra slams, stomps, begins screaming in a mix of languages that weave back and forth as she storms off into the kitchen to go fuck her anger out on poor D.Va some more instead of dealing with the untameable Mei.