You almost never wake up first. It must be something about the routines that Sombra has embedded in herself and the others, but for one reason or another, you just don't get out of bed first. Someone is there sooner, waking you up with sultry whispers or sucking your morning wood good-morning. It's become a normal groove to settle into, a welcome easing into your day that you've never been able to resist. But today, you're up first, opening your eyes to soak in the sights of the three beautiful women all cozied up around you. Mei is in one side, her breasts flush against your side, while Sombra has partially wrapped her limbs around your body entirely. D.Va was a bratty bitch last night, and so she's curled up at the foot of the bed like a dog.
It's probably earlier than you need to be up in the first place. Which is fine by you, in truth; it gives you an opportunity like nothing else, and leaves you now able to give your slaves a depraved morning welcome yourself. The hunt for more girls is on hold while you settle into a groove with three eager, broken women to play with, something you can hardly bring yourself to mind given how hot they are and how much their different bodies all leave you with plenty to enjoy.
Sombra mutters something in her sleep, and you don't quite make it out, but it draws your attention just fine toward her, and you decide to let yourself lean into this. You let the hand she's clutching slip lower and hook a single finger into her pussy. Your whole body shifts over a little onto your side so you can better get at Sombra, bringing another hand down upon her chest and beginning to tease her nipple. It's all slow now, patient. You let the lazy joy of indulging in her gorgeous, slim body with a patient and steady approach, the light hitting her just perfectly to keep your eyes focused on her as it casts dramatic shadows upon her.
There's a bit more stirring, a bit more motion on the part of Sombra, but your tender fingering won't wake her up that quickly. "Dormida," she mutters, thighs pressing slowly down against the hand between her legs. Even if her mind is under, her body doesn't take long to begin responding to your fingers, to the steady pumps of firm, enduring motions filling her. She twists about under the attention, letting out more mutters and mumbles, and you introduce a second finger, getting firmer with how you toy with her breasts, how you tug at the dark nipples topping them and bringing her a mess of foggy pleasure she has no choice but to keep sinking deeper into.
Finally, she lets out a purr that sounds all too intentional. "Two fingers is great, jefe, but three would be paraíso." Her body tightens up against you, every ache and every rush pulse of desire within your body pleading for this. It's a pleasure you're happy to lean into. You bring that third finger into her pussy as she awakens, and your other fingers get even firmer upon her chest, fondling and indulging harder in Sombra's body and in the pleasure you're certain you can find in teasing her.
"Good morning," you say softly, keeping up the rather lazy morning molestation. You keep up a slow and caring pace, staring into Sombra's eyes so you can measure how she's responding to you, pushing in firmer and indulging harder in the pleasures on offer. She is hopelessly stuck under your touch, enthralled and helpless under so much pleasure and worry that doesn't feel like it can be helped. "Do my fingers feel good?"
"I'm so glad to wake up to them, jefe. So happy you're fingering me this morning." She doesn't say who she's happy you aren't fingering, but she has been so frustrated with Mei that you still feel dead certain of that fact, and you respond by teasingly smacking her face, making her shiver under the pressure. She takes it in stride, hips rocking a bit faster against your pumping digits. "Mm, don't be so rough with me. I'm very delicado, you might break your favorite toy." But she just as quickly seizes your hand, kissing your fingers and even taking one of them into her mouth, sucking on it while you pump faster into her pussy. Something to plug her mouth up with keeps sombra from moaning too loudly as you fingerfuck her to the brink and push her limits just that little bit firmer, making her whole body warm up and give in.
She cums hard, and you watch as her eyes fog up a bit before they close entirely, before her supple body begins to writhe and twist much firmer under your touch. Her orgasm is powerful and she tries to keep it as modest as she can, but her dance of delight through this messy release is anything but. You keep your hold firm upon her and push her to the brink, keep her dizzily, drunkenly soaring as your magic touch works her over, and she seems utterly elated in the wake of what you've done, rocking back and forth in hopelessly tense delight. Quiet as she is, this is a production.
You draw your fingers out of her, and she reaches for your wrist, immediately guiding it up to her lips and replacing the dry fingers she was sucking with the ones now drenched in her sticky juices. She cleans her own mess off of you, sucking each finger clean individually but also letting her tongue run wild along your hand. She's reverent and messy and leaves you with plenty to feel loved over, keeping up a firm pleasure that has you soaring. Your day is only just getting started, and now you feel all kinds of worked up, staring at her, wanting to get deeper into this. Wanting to take charge.
"Why don't you fuck her face?" Sombra purrs, smile widening. "I'd love to see her wake up with a cock in her throat. Treat her to a little sorpresa." You look at her rather unsurprised, all things considered. She's angling for a vengeful surprise to shake Mei, one that involves you getting your cock in her throat and not anywhere that might get her off. It's not particularly subtle, but you have to admit, the idea sounds nice. You're playing into her petty fight with Mei to make it happen, sure, but as far as having a devil on your shoulder, Sombra is a nice one, one who has made so many of your depraved dreams come true. Doesn't she deserve a little something?
So even if it's definitely out of spite and irritation, you decide to treat Sombra by treating yourself. You ease Mei onto her back, and she rolls over, snoring while her huge chest threatens to burst out of her skimpy, sheer top, and you straddle up over her face, holding firm onto your cock. It's aching and rock hard now. You're about to cockslap Mei, but Sombra seizes your dick and does it for you. With firm, hard smacks, your ready cock swats down across her face, imposing a wicked warning upon Mei and trying to challenge her with utter brutality, a forward push into everything raw and wicked you feel capable of.
Mei's awakening isn't hasty or abrupt. She's slow on the take, shifting and squirming under you, her mouth finally opening and a yawn slowly ringing from her mouth. You take that as your cue, knowing that if you don't, Sombra is going to do it for you. You shove forward, ramming your way directly down her gullet with a singular motion of utter brutality. Everything changes in a quick flash, as Mei chokes on the cock forcing its way suddenly down deep. You watch her eyes fly open, wide and startled by the penetration of her throat, the swift claiming of her that is sudden and with something venomous in mind. You're thrown by the ferocity that follows, but you're so ready to lean into this now, working up a pace with your hips as you work your cock back and forth into her mouth.
It's all slow and lazy. Like good morning sex should be. Any time Mei has woken you up with head, it's been fairly restrained too. This is just how morning sex feels best, as your hips do their part and each steadily aching second of need hits with particular firmness. It's a nice way to go, bringing you the warming, relaxing sense of everything you need out of the moment, pleasure zeroing in firmly on how hot it is to let it all go, and you are completely without sense as you let the needs take hold so brutally. It's steady and it's hot and you don't need to worry about a second of hasty, over-eager pressures keeping you from indulgence.
Mei's muffled attempts to speak while you nestle your cock down her throat come on with little sense or dignity to them, but it's adorable nonetheless. But Sombra is right there at Mei's side, cheek against hers, staring at you with desperate expectation and hope. She wants results out of this, and you aren't giving them right now. You sigh and grip the headboard, deciding that Sombra deserves the show she craves, starting to work hastily back and forth with a lot more speed and brutality yet. Sombra wants to see something special and far more drastic, and you give it to her. Mei's going to get facefucked into oblivion to start off her day and you are ready to make the most of it all.
Loud choking noises, sounds of frantic struggle and blatant, guilty ecstasy, rise up from Mei as she struggles under the weight of your focus. Enduring, brutal attention leaves her struggling as you plunder her throat, focused very singularly on bringing her low. You're not sure what effect that will actually have in practice, though, given how much Mei is completely impervious to reason or logic in her current state. You do your best to find out, though, as your hips move in wild motions back and forth. "Good morning, Mei," you groan, relishing in the pleasure of pushing her limits, drawling briefly back from her gullet to hear her respond.
Your cock hangs over her mouth, spit strands clinging to it and reaching down to her lips, a single throb making your pre drip into her mouth as she sucks down a ragged gasp. "Good morning. Oh, right, sorry. Good morning, 'master'." She giggles, about to say something about how she forgets about the game this early in the morning, but you slam down her throat before she has the chance, resuming your messy treatment as you hammer down even quicker. Brutal speed brings you bearing down upon her, your balls slapping against Mei's chin as each senseless slam brings you another second of desire, of burning, feverish victory.
Sombra's fingers tease along Mei's mouth and begin to seize the thick strands of her own drool. She rubs them along her face, making a more indecent mess of her. Sombra's relishing in any chance she can get to humiliate and debase Mei, but it looks so nice to see her in such a sloppy, drastic state that you can't exactly bring yourself to mind. You keep thrusting, keep pounding away at her and bringing up more saliva for Sombra to toy with. "Just go with it, chica loco. Master's going to fuck the right idea into your head and make you behave." The tension and the frustration in her voice is overwhelming; she is pissed as can be at the mere suggestion of all this craziness.
Eagerness wakes you up way more effectively anything else ever had. You're brutally and shamelessly fixated on facefucking Mei into oblivion and making her break down fully. Sombra keeps up the messing-up of Mei's face, spreading around increasingly big strands of spit as you keep going, as you push on without restraint. "Jefe, you cumming soon?" She pants, staring up with absolute joy at you, ragged and aching through pleasure grander by the second. "Is this puta going to get it? Or can I have some?"
You look over your shoulder with a smirk. You've given Sombra a lot, let her have her fun; not only did she cum, but you facefucked Mei for her enjoyment and let her spread her spit all over. But now, you look over to the other girl. To D.Va lying still asleep at the foot of the bed. A smile rises. "Neither. But..." You draw your cock back. "Lick up the spit."
Sombra winces. She knows exactly what you're planning, and yet she does it, watching as you draw back from Mei's throat. The heavy strands of spit linger between your cock and her tongue, with Sombra leaning in to catch the spit strands in her mouth as they snap. She moaned, shoving down and capturing it, shoving into a kiss with Mei as she indulges in the mess she's made, and you in turn draw back and scramble along the bed. Your cock is so close already, and as you grip D.Va's hair and tilt her head slightly up, you bring it down against her sleeping face. She looks peaceful and sweet, even as you blow your load all over her. She doesn't stir as she takes it, mumbling softly to herself as you make a mess of her.
You finally turned back toward the other two. "I would have liked to finish that," Mei sighs. "But that was still a great way to wake up this morning. I'm happy to start these days already playing our game."
Sombra drew back and groaned. "Nothing will ever get through to this psicópata!" Frustrated, she heads out of bed, Mei following so they can prepare for the morning in the attached master bathroom. You can hear her trying again to explain the situation to her. It's not going to work, but it makes you smile as you settle back down onto the pillow. That was a nice way to wake up, but you feel like sinking back into sleep anyway. It's better that way.
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Waking up after all the girls are up honestly fits much better. You like it more when they're up and about, even if you aren't getting sucked off or rode in your sleep. You're able to indulge in seeing your slaves already awake and moving, readily doing everything what's expected of them as best they can. Unfortunately, that includes D.Va cooking, as you smell butter and bread from down the hall. Grilled cheese, probably. You come around into the kitchen, and you're delighted to see that they've followed their orders today. Even Mei, who always seems to be a crapshoot about following things. Not because she's disobeyed yet, but because there's no guarantee she'll ever stay on track.
Mei wears only a blue tank top that is probably supposed to be her size, but as her huge tits push it up over her belly and threaten to burst out of it at any given moment, it looks small on her. Adding to that, she's been banned entirely from wearing bottoms, instead strutting around with her plump ass and offering up to you every opportunity to grab hold of her and ram into it. And you do. Often. She looks damn good so casually wearing almost nothing, and at a tug she'll go into full nothing whenever you want, although the strain of her massive breasts trying to stay inside of her top is in some ways even more amazing a sight than if they were out and bare.
The new commands for how Sombra has to dress around the house try to emphasize her body and give her a composed, refined air. A purple thong emphasizes her great, taut ass, while fishnets dig into her legs and run all the way down to the high heels she walks around in. You've changed her to give her the presence of a high class whore, strutting around with her legs emphasized and her whole body looking utterly gorgeous, and you're full of deep, abiding thirst for everything she does. She looks like the head bitch, the second in command beside her master who will do anything to keep you happy. It's a nice look, and she wears it with pride.
Then there's D.Va. Where Mei's clothing choices were kept simple and Sombra's were an elegant chance to express her position, D.Va has been pushed deeper into slavery. She wears a collar with a leash dangling from it around back, the strap swaying down behind her as she stands at the stove top cooking grilled cheese. She has a fox tail sticking out of her ass, attached to a bitt plug firmly buried inside of her, and you can't see it yet from where you are, but a pair of hot pink nipples clamps dug in on her front are all but certainly waiting. And yet she stands obediently, cooking away, and you can see the other girls already eating. The grilled cheese look to be well browned, not overly burnt, and the smoke detector sits atop the wall still, not torn down and relieved of its battery like it is most mornings.
Sombra had a hand on half a grilled cheese, swaying it about as she paid more attention, in utter frustration, to Mei and her situation. "Say it with me, chica. I am a slave."
With a giggle and a roll of her eyes, Mei said, "I'm a slave. Yeah, I know. I woke up to my 'master' fucking my face. It's fun, but we can get out of character some times, you know. Especially when I'm the girlfri--"
"You are not the girlfriend, perra codiciosa!" Sombra yelled. "We are both owned. Both slaves. Equal. No, not even equal. I am above you. La jefa. You are the fat titted puta I dragged off the street and stuck a chip into to turn into a fucktoy for jefe."
Mei dipped her grilled cheese into a puddle of ketchup on her plate. "It's weird. You're the only one who brings this science fiction stuff into our game. I think it's kind of silly."
You decide to leave the two to sort out what they're doing and advance upon D.Va, coming up from behind her and reaching for her leash. Your hand comes across her butt with a firm swat, making her yelp as she looks behind you. "Master!" D.Va gasps. "Good morning, Master. I'm making grilled cheese."
"You can push that butt back a bit while you're doing it," You say, giving her a sharp tug on her leash. She obeys, pressing her butt back against your lap, bending forward and giving you a chance to slide into her pussy in effortless joy, a delightful easing-into that makes her clench up and whine. Fully awake and prepared to push her limits wickedly, your thrusts are succinct and merciless, pounding away into D.Va and showing off the feverish joys awaiting you.
"Master, your cock is the best thing to feel in the morning," she whines, holding steady as you wind up to fuck her. Your thrusts are careful only to a point; fucking D.Va while she's cooking presents a bit mor risk than fucking her over a table, so you try to avoid getting too rough with her, not pushing her forward. So instead, you tug her back, using the grip on her leash to pull her against you, accentuating each thrust with a tug against her collar, making it tug at her throat a little bit. Her pussy helps wake you up a bit again, as you return to the waking world to keep up the brilliant pleasures and the lustful pleasures to be found in dominating so many women so freely.
"What you should want to feel in the morning is the success of not burning my breakfast for once. Focus on the food." It's a bit callous and wild, but you're happy to keep challenging her. D.Va whines and scrambles, prodding the food with the spatula.
There's a low, shaky panic in her voice as she says, "Of course, Master. I'm sorry, Master." Her attempts to keep the food moving are so sudden and leave you realizing she really was about to burn the food. It gets you laughing, and you pull harder at her leash.
"Good girl." You keep thrusting, and the steady pounding of her greedy hole is, regardless of all other actors, absolutely rewarding her, making her shiver and thrash under the growing fervor and desire you're capable of. Everything you inflict upon her is a hastening push into complete dominance, a pleasure and a wickedness that makes you burn all over with bright, feverish, intense need. You fuck faster into D.Va, unrepentant and caring only about breaking down any shred of restraint left inside her. She's giving up, no matter what it takes, and you wear her down fully. "Did you wipe the cum off of your face?"
D.Va moans. She turns toward you, showing off that she's still proudly wearing much of it. "Some of it got washed off this morning, but I kept the rest of it. Thank you for the joy to wake up to this morning, Master. I'm happy that you found my sleeping face so cute!" She gasps, shoving back against you while she flips the last of the sandwiches out of the pan and onto a plate, turning off the burner and then grasping the handle to the oven, something she can push against to keep stable that isn't scalding hot. "I love being your plaything, always!"
Your smile widens harder as you keep up this pace. Merciless thrusts shake D.Va to her core, keep her soaring off in all directions, and you can't be stopped now. She gets to learn it with each savage motion forward, your hips enduring and wicked and pushing on to break down every shred of reason left in side of her. D.Va is a hopeless wreck against everything you bring upon her, and there is no greater joy than this singular rush of searing, shameless hunger.
All the sounds of arguing from behind you stop mattering. They fade off into the background, aimless and irrelevant chatter as you focus on pounding into D.Va as fast as you can, letting your pleasures get the better of you and letting the unbridled, senseless shame drive you harder and messier on. D.Va takes your cock like a good girl and keeps up the struggle to handle what you lay into her with, the food resting in wait while you finish up with her pussy first. It's only reasonable, and you're eager to bring on a blinding rush of greed and hasty desires as you push her harder, keeping D.Va focused on taking your dick and not complaining about any of it.
You're about to cum when you decide that you want to give the others some cum too. You draw back in time to see Mei and Sombra now finally, thankfully relaxed, some overheard mentions of computers clearly keeping them on other matters now. "Give me your cups," you command to them, as they immediately hand them over. "D.Va?" She presses up against you from behind, grabbing your cock and stroking you as she plants kisses onto your shoulders. You can feel the cold plastic of her nipple clamps against your back as she strokes you. You bring the cups down toward your cock, and as D.Va finishes you off, you shoot your load directly into the cups. The eruption of you cum and the salty injection hits, D.Va swaying your cock back and forth to make sure each of their cups has an event amount in it. You swirl the drinks around and hand them back.
"Your cum really makes some black coffee pop, jefe," Sombra moans.
"Through all the cream I have, I can really taste yours." Mei's giggle is sweeter and more cheerful, both women having had ample amounts of your cum from the source by now.
Finally, you sit down. D.Va heaps some grilled cheese onto a plate for you and some onto a plate for her, and sits down to eat, at which point you look at the food. It's not burnt for once. It's crispy and darkened, but in the way a grilled cheese sandwich should be. With a bit of curiosity and trepidation, you take a chance to indulge in it, and find yourself in a startling position now. As you take that first bite, the food tastes perfect. Well cooked. Cheese gooey. Bread well buttered. Everything is just as it should be. You take another bite, and there should be nothing spectacular about making grilled cheese, but D.Va's success at it nonetheless feels like a big step, as your eyes drift toward her.
"D.Va, this tastes great," you say, absolutely in disbelief over it. "You did it."
"Thank you, Master! I really tried, and even though it was tough with you fucking me, I think I have grilled cheese down. I'm proud you think I did a good job." She smiles and takes a bite of her own. It's downright adorable seeing her act so chipper even while shifting and fidgeting in her seat to overcome the feeling of the tail plug jammed up her ass.
"I think you deserve a reward." Drawing in toward her, your smile widens. "What do you want most, D.Va?"
"To make you happy, of course." D.Va's smile is bright. She's playing it off sweetly, like a good mind controlled plaything should. And that's all well and good, but not what you want to hear. "If you think I'm a good cook, and a good whore wife who can do domestic things for you, then I'm happy to just see you proud of me."
You roll your eyes. It's a nice answer. It's the 'right' answer, even. "Look, I love nothing more than to know you want to be a domesticated gamer brat. But I don't want to think about you doing wifely things right now. I asked a question, and I want you to answer it."
Chewing her lip and feeling the dizzy weight of your order upon her, there's no way that D.Va can give a total non-answer a second time. She has to obey, and she's clearly nervous about it, but with a whine and a shake of body back and forth as she tries to wriggle through it, she relents. "Fine. Fine. I mean all of those things, but there is a fantasy I've had a lot lately."
You don't know where this is going, but you are all ears. "I would love to hear it, D.Va."
"I want to dominate the others, just like you do. Especially Sombra! I want to be the master, and I want to fuck them both while being completely in control. Especially Sombra! I want to fuck her until she breaks down and calls me mistress because she's hooked on my strap-on. She'll have to do all the things and be in all the positions she puts me in, but I'll be in control!" D.Va's almost up out of her seat as she boldly proclaims her desire. It is the most drastic that you've ever seen her, lit up with so much certainty and greed. "I have all the ideas in mind. All the positions I want to fuck my whore in, and I'm going to show her who the puta is!"
Sombra looks absolutely mortified at the very thought of this, and you can't say you blame her. She's got every right to be pissed at what she's hearing, but she has had a lot today to her credit, and you find yourself lit up with a rock-hard desire to keep the pleasure rolling as you wait until she is just bout to object to what's going on, moving swiftly to seize hold of the back of D.Va's head and kiss her. It's a hungry, wicked kiss, a statement of intent as you give up to D.Va a whole lot more agreement and glee than she seems ready to face.
You draw back from her kiss, and by now Sombra knows exactly what's to come. 'That was the hottest thing I've ever heard you say," you tell her. "And of course you can do it."
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"Mistress Bunny demands respect!" D.va brings her crop across Sombra's back as she keeps her victim stuck in a compromising position, suspended from the ceiling in a complicated mess of ropework that D.Va did all by herself, and did a damn good job with. Sombra's arms are tied behind her back and then tied together through that, a downright elegant forcing of her limbs tightly into place, so compact and so sleek, but with one single little touch; the respective ends of the ropes met perfectly at the end to form a cute bunny ears knot tie, with the overall length so perfectly set to do the job on Sombra's body that it seemed almost too good to be true. Sombra's left leg was then tied back, bare heel against the back of her thigh as ropes coming from the ceiling tugged at both the harness made by her back bindings and the strongest point of how her leg was tied. It kept Sombra standing on one foot, bent forward and with the left leg up at a right angle.
And it looked wildly uncomfortable.
Sombra's not above begging. She can't beg, exactly, as Sombra's thong has been stuffed into her mouth, but her eyes look upon you with absolutely pathetic pleading, with a hopeless desire to maybe know peace. She won't, of course. You're relaxed comfortably back and watching with a big smirk at the sight of your harem in disarray; it's a mess, but it's a brilliant one. The chaos is blatant, and it's an absolute joy. You couldn't ask for a better disaster, but it's one you can sit back and admire as you look D.Va up and down again and again.
Where Sombra's completely off the rails in her bondage predicament, 'Mistress Bunny' looks completely changed too, and for the better. D.Va stands in completely neon pink dominatrix gear; pink boots, a corset, and an absolutely massive strapon that looks destined for Sombra's ass. She's got more confidence now than she's ever shown before, and you didn't even have to give her a mental suggestion to break through to this programming; she's just living out her fantasy. Ready. Controlled. Utterly wicked.
"You're going to learn to respect me," D.Va says, bringing the crop down across Sombra's back again and again. "Just like Mei. Mei, you respect me, right?'
"Of course, mistress. I'm happy to be your whore, and to be the good girl you need. I promise, I'll help Sombra learn and I'll help her break, too." Mei kneels obediently in front of D.Va, worshiping her strap-on. She's been stripped down to only a collar, and she's more ready to give in to this game than she is in real life, to Sombra's probable frustration.
"Good. Then go forward and start teasing Sombra. But don't let her cum, no matter what you do." D.Va holds firm, and with a smack across Mei's face, she gets her to respond, scrambling forward and diving in to begin licking her pussy from behind. She's shameless and forward about diving in, starting up wild and hot through the pleasure and the forward, greedy focus that hits her. It's all very messy and aimless, but in the best of ways, and you relax back as you watch it all happen.
"No more bitchy 'jefa' around here. From now on, I'm the queen bitch of this harem, understand me?" D.Va slapped with a glove-clad hand across Sombra's ass. "I'm the mistress. I'm in control, and you are at the bottom of the totem pole from now on. Mei is obedient and listens to everything I say, but you are an unruly, misbehaved brat!"
Each strike across Sombra's ass brings a flare of panic that flashes across her face, as she struggles to deal with the pressure that follows. It's all so wicked, a chance for D.Va to experiment and find her footing as her open palm disciplines Sombra, as she pushes harder against her and subjects her to absolute submission. There's no time for her to handle all of this; she's losing ground so quickly, and you can see the guilty, submissive flare in Sombra's eyes. She can't want to do this, but she's programmed herself to be a sub in the end, and right now D.Va has zeroed in on what will make Sombra melt.
Mei's oral treatment can't be helping, either. She's reckless and forward in the pace she strikes at eating Sombra out, keeping her twisting and turning in to the compromising flare of lust that rules her now. Forward, aggressive licks show off more work ethic in pretending to be a slave than Mei often has in being one, hands tight on the bound woman's hips as she makes a meal out of her, and doesn't slow down through all this pressure until Sombra is visibly on the brink of letting go, until she's shakily rocking back and forth in a struggle to hold onto any shred of understanding. That's when she shoves back, when she leaves Sombra wanting, moaning into her panty gag and flailing about.
D.Va begins the spanking in earnest as the orgasm-denied hacker really starts to wind up. She keeps the discipline, groaning, "Settle down, you unruly cunt," and keeps up the pressure until finally Sombra goes still, until the panic recedes and relaxes a bit more. That's when Mei dives back in to resume eating Sombra out, and this time it's coming on much harder.
Sombra put a lot of special bits into the routine. You haven't even uncovered all of them yet, you're pretty sure, but one of the strongest elements you've noticed relates to orgasm denial. None of the girls take being edged well. Their sexual desires are ramped up to the breaking point, and being kept from release seems to actively drive them all mad. They've all fallen victim to this before, when you've used orgasm denial as a potent weapon against them. Either D.Va and Mei know it consciously from experience and are using it against Sombra, or they're just so hard-wired for it now that it happens out of expectation, a subconscious certainty that the weary to break her down is to edge her, just as has worked on them again and again.
It comes on in waves. Mei eats Sombra out. Then D.Va smacks her ass all over and calls her a bitch. The combination forms a hazy back and forth that effectively hits just as it needs to in wearing down everything inside of Sombra that could rebel against this. It's all very artful to witness, and you're amazed by the smoothness of this, the fluidity of this plan. It works out well, bizarre as it is, and you sit there in awe of the artistry. Especially the art of Sombra's ever so conflicted facial expressions; she seems completely torn and struggling under the weight of too many things to make sense of.
"Okay, pull back, " D.Va finally says when one leg doesn't seem like it's enough to support Sombra anymore, the poor wreck shaky and desperate as she hangs there in hopeless desperation. She's a wreck, but a wreck who doesn't seem like she's even remotely out of the crazy yet. "Get my strap-on wet with your tongue," she commands, and Mei does exactly as she's told. Without a second though, she crawls on and begins to lick all over every inch of the oversized pink phallus. It's about the size of your cock, which is not good news for Sombra in the least as she hangs there in concern and panic, a needy mess struggling now to hold onto anything resembling control.
Sombra can tell what's happening behind her, and yet you see in her eyes a gleaming mess of foggy, clumsy, a certainty that she is not going to handle this well. That's all fine by you; it's going to be a lot more fun that way. Sombra gets to hang there and beg with her eyes for you to take mercy upon her, but you can't possibly do that. D.Va earned this, and you will not rescind her gift. Instead, you crack a smirk and shrug. "Not my decision, Mistress Bunny calls the shots now." It infuriates Sombra, but that's all just a distraction from the way that Mei is slobbering all over the strap-on and getting it primed to ruin her. You're going to see the fun and the chaos break out soon enough, and you can't wait.
When D.Va is ready, the suddenness of a plunging slam to the hilt up her ass makes Sombra scream, as the panty gag falls out of her mouth and she lets out a string of panicked vulgarities. It's too fucking late for her now though; she's helpless under the sudden brutality of D.Va fucking her into blistering submission. "Are you ready to behaver for your mistress now, or do you want to keep being a bitch about it?"
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!' Sombra whines, hanging in her horribly awkward position while getting her ass absolutely reamed. Nothing will save her from this, as she hangs in very helpless surrender before you. You can see the weakness in her eyes. "Jefe, this isn't funny anymore. Seria. Please, jefe, don't--"
"Do not address anybody but your mistress!" D.Va shouts, coming around front with a slap across Sombra's face. "You're such an unruly brat. I don't know what to do to make you listen, but I'm going to keep going until you do!" Every slam forward is vengeance incarnate; you can't see it quite so directly, but with the faces Sombra is making you're certain that each thrust is burying the strap-on to the hilt inside of Sombra's ass. You've seen that same look on her face when you pin her down and rail her fine backside until she can't speak anymore, and now D.Va is doing that to her too.
Which is a problem for Sombra, because she's grown into a ravenous buttslut under your thrall.
A steady flood of vulgarities keep spilling from Sombra's lips. She's not doing a good job of handling any of what's being done to her, flailing and struggling as the growing confusions rip through her. D.Va's thrusts are loud and senseless, pushing her limits to the brink and driving her into a state of spiraling panic so grand that she can't handle any of it. You witness all this unraveling, loving the sight of the mighty Sombra falling so greatly, as D.Va continues to chide her. "I'll tame you. Get you to stop using your filthy mouth for anything but worshiping my strap-on, and then you'll get the point. You'll learn! You're just a whore now. A scrub. I'm going to treat you like one."
Sombra's clearly angry with herself when she screams, "Mistress!" She's not happy to do so. It seems like a gut reaction she's already wholeheartedly against, but her orgasm is so desperately craved and so hopeless that the instinct takes over. She thrashes back and forth, subjected to a mess of pleasure as she remains hung in place and doing everything she can to try and make sense of what's happening. It's too much, and her eyes roll back as she cums, as her whole body trembles before you. It's confusion and its ecstasy, but she's screaming and babbling as the pleasure pushes her, as her own actions to make things 'more interesting' during sex backfire to make her D.Va's helpless plaything.
D.Va doesn't stop there, though. That'd be insane. This is her victory lap, and she seems determined to ride it out like one. "Are you ready to be a good girl for me?"
"Y-yes, jefa... A good girl. A good girl, doing whatever her mistress wants. I'm an obedient little puta for you." Sombra's pride shatters into a million pieces. She's ragged, breathless, the one leg she's standing on giving up entirely as she now hangs from the ceiling, leg tugged up high as her weight readjusts, and the sensation can't help comfortable at all, but she's just too gone to stand still now. The haste with which Sombra broke is a bit embarrassing; you'll have to keep it in mind, though. It's not exactly a problem if your mind controlled slaves aren't able to put up much of a fight. You may have to give Sombra a 'reset' though, to straighten her back out.
"If you stay a good girl, then you'll be able to eat Mei out later," D.Va purrs, and the look of terror on Sombra's face as she realizes that obedience, something she's wired to want, comes with having to satisfy the one she's got such a huge grudge against.
And it almost has you in stitches on the floor.
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You can't spend all day watching the girls fuck, of course. You head out to do some shopping and leave D.Va to enjoy her two playthings for the day, let the pleasure play out however it does without any ceremony or excitement. You get some clothes, get some things for the house, stock up with your near-infinite money on some food, and then circle around back home to see how things are going again. You expect to hear the sounds of chaos and sex ringing out with the most unbridled of delights. But when you get back home, you don't hear any of that. Mei is back in her tank top and cleaning up, and her thighs are glistening with saliva that says she's received a long and thorough oral worship, but not much more.
"Where are D.Va and Sombra?" you ask her.
"In the gaming room," Mei says. "I had a lot of fun with that change of fortunes. I'd love to play around like that again some time, change up our normal game."
You don't answer her, and instead just hurry off to see how D.Va has squandered your gift. You're convinced there's going to be some weird disappointment around the corner. Is D.Va just make Sombra throw Tekken rounds for her own personal enjoyment? Grinding out bothersome co-op achievements? You're not sure what to expect at all, and it all combines to make you absolutely unprepared for the reality of how D.Va is using her slave.
Sombra's arms are tied behind her back still. They probably haven't been cut loose since you were here the first time. But now, she has a big leather buckle around her waist that helps secure a tray that hangs at her midsection, supported also by a pair of chains running to nipple clamps. The weight of it all is tugged down by the presence of five different energy drink cans, across three brands and five unique flavours. She's a drink tray for D.Va as she sits at her computer, swiping at one to chug a mouthful and set it back down. Sombra doesn't look too pleased, and the nipple clamp pressure from five energy drink cans is probably hitting her hard, but a very secure ball gag keeps her from objecting to any of this.
"Welcome home," D.Va chirps. "I promise, I'll be done with her soon, I just want to play Mistress a little bit longer, if that's okay with you? A few more rounds of Starcraft."
You had thought there was some horrible misuse of D.Va's gift. But now, you see that everything is just as it should be, and she's using her slave in the most D.Va way possible. "A few more rounds sounds good," you say, and Sombra stares at you with a hopeless sense of fury. She may not be able to speak, but you can tell what she's trying to say.
She wants revenge.