Adapting

Reaper slowly woke after passing out from the strike of pain she was served. She rubbed her head. Was it all a bad dream? It's been awhile since she had one so maybe… Nope, it wasn’t it, considering that Widowmaker is here, staring at her oddly, Reaper never remembered Widowmaker looking at anyone like that.

“Oh la la, you finally woke up, isn’t that rude of you to make my beloved wait?” Widowmaker said with patient contempt in her voice.

“Wha…” Before she even got to finish the word her thoughts drifted to that man, Bob and how he dared to think he got her under his thumb and how she would mess him up for that… is when the pain started and she clutched her sides trying to subdue it, causing the hate to grow and the pain with it.

Widowmaker just smirked at the squirming Reaper and gently sat down next to her, taking her gray ashen hair and slowly working them into two braids. She leaned into Reaper’s ear and whispered. “Such a proud man, reduced into a whimpering girl” She teased, finishing the first braid and starting to work on the other. “Do you think Bob will like to use your new braids as handles to pull on you?”

“Are you stupid? I was always a woman!” Reaper exclaimed at a short reprieve from pain as she managed to calm her thoughts briefly. “Like hell I ARGH” and there it was again, the pain hitting her as she was infuriated by the thought of it, although this time it was mixed with pleasure, causing Reaper to pant along with her agonized groans, her face flushed just a little bit. Causing reaper to rub her thighs together but trying to hide her action the best she could.

The back and forth continued for a while like that as Widowmaker finished up the other braid. Reaper managed to clear her mind and sit there, unable to swat Widowmaker away but at least she made the sensations subside as she sat there, clenching her knees, slumped over a little looking down and trying to steady her breath.

Widowmaker took the moment and leaned in to whisper into Reaper’s ear. “You can probably only imagine the joy I felt when mon bien-aimé plowed my ass, mhmmm…?” That made Reaper imagine her in the situation and that caused a wave of arousal she hadn’t felt in a while. Still, she was repulsed by the idea of it, causing the pain.

Reaper fought against it, but instead of trying to get angry at it, she decided to try ignoring it, suddenly, once she didn’t care either way both the pain and the arousal were gone. That made her smile a little.

Widowmaker smiled back. “Oh,finally, did you accept your place in our relationship?” She asked coyly.

“Nah, I just don’t care anymore, I’ll let that asshole do what he wants but I don't have to take part in it. I will just laugh once he fails.” Reaper chuckled and stretched a bit.

Widowmaker in turn was mortified and enraged at the statement and glared for a short second at Reaper before turning into a wicked scowl, she lunged at Reaper and began to **** her. Reaper thought about fighting back, but the mere thought of resisting Widowmaker caused her pain since it was resisting Bob by proxy. She decided to just try to ease herself into it, that in contrast resulted in a damp patch on her crotch.

“You Salope… How dare you!” Widowmaker was furious but quickly, she noticed that her leg brushed against something wet, she realized what effect it was having on Reaper. “Oh my, are you enjoying yourself here? I never thought you would be into that kind of stuff!” She mocked openly, letting Reaper go who now wheezed in for breath.

“I am not!” She retorted as quickly as possible.

“Well, what is this then?” Widowmaker pointed at the damp spot after pulling Reaper’s trousers down, the smaller woman couldn’t really fight back. Her nailed finger gently, yet firmly dove into the wet spot.

“Nothing you should care about!”

“Oh, did you piss yourself then?

“NO! I didn’t!”

Widowmaker openly laughed while Reaper looked away, blushing. Widowmaker got off her and rubbed her chin thinking and then just unzipped her catsuit and peeled it completely off, tossing it on one of the other infirmary beds.

Widowmaker then overpowered Reaper and **** her on her back, then she climbed over the smaller woman and spread her legs over her head, then she unceremoniously lowered herself and began to grind her crotch against Reaper’s face. She made sure not to mess up the work she did to Reaper’s hair by moving them out of the way.

Reaper tried to move her face away but Widowmaker squeezed her thighs together on Reaper’s face, not letting her move away from her crotch and blocking out both her nose and mouth. That caused Reaper to let out a muffled whimper as she was running out of breath once again.

“Lick and I may let you breathe again” Widowmaker said while wiggling her hips side to side, forcing Reaper’s face to shake.

Meanwhile Reaper fought internally and considered just letting herself get suffocated than to give in, the mere thought of rebelling once again caused her pain so she banished it away and squealed in defeat before starting to extend her tongue over grinding Widowmaker’s crotch.

In response, Widowmaker lessened her grip, allowing Reaper to breathe again as she just ground her pussy against the tongue and nose of the other woman.

Reaper felt that by complying the pleasure rule kicked in, causing her to moan while pressing and moving her thighs together.

Widowmaker reached back and into Reaper’s panties, starting to finger her in response. “Now, isn’t that better, I can be nice if you play nice” Widowmaker teased as her fingers slowly curled themselves up hooking into Reaper’s cunt, causing her to squeal and double her efforts licking Widowmaker.

Finally, Widowmaker moaned herself. Her free hand patted Reaper, causing another wave of pleasure. “You are not allowed to cum before me… girl” Widwomaker demanded. Reaper was so close, though she really wanted, but that would be working against Bob and she just felt the pain bubbling up at the mere shadow of the thought. She didn’t want that now, the pleasure was too enjoyable, so she banished the thought and held herself back, squirming harder under Widowmaker and licking her cunt desperately.

Meanwhile, Widowmaker herself was reaching her brink, enjoying immensely the fact that she managed to tame that ungrateful bitch for her beloved. She squealed in joy and rubbed her own tits in excitement using the hand that wasn't busy fingering Reaper. Soon enough, she reached her own climax, moaning out loud and long before stopping grinding against Reaper’s face, who’s moans were muffled by Widowmaker’s plush thighs.

“Now, you can cum, you did well enough to pass!” She heard Widow and let go herself. Reaper moaned happily into Widowmaker’s thighs while convulsing from the doubled orgasm. The regular build up of pleasure added up with the pleasure from obeying.

Widowmaker got off her and looked down to see Reaper dumbly smiling, eyes barely focused and face covered with Widowmaker’s juices.

After few short moments, as Widowmaker decided to lay down next to Reaper, the latter woman spoke up, turning her face from a smile to a serious pout, looking away. “It’s not like I enjoyed myself or anything!” Reaper huffed and avoided looking at Widowmaker.

“Sure you didn't, girl.” Widowmaker teased, running her finger over Reaper’s side, causing her to shudder.

Maybe she can just endure playing along...