Day 2 - Public Humiliation - Overwatch

Somba cursed under her breath, people who seriously did zerg rushes in casual games deserved to be shot.

She tried to reach for a cup of coffee but had to jerk her hand back to her controls before she could even get a finger on it. She was cheating, obviously. The only way you could miss it was if you were so in the zone with the game that you didn’t notice. She was also losing.

As soon as the comms ping on the Talon channel came through, Sombra flicked her eyes toward it and let her biometric data do the work. She needed both hands for this. In the corner of her screen like a live dickhead reaction, Reaper did his best to tilt his mask down and express how hard he was scowling at her.

“Normally, when you betray us, there’s at least a motive.” He growled at her.

“What did I do this time?” She didn’t so much as glance at him. “Forget to clean the showers? Leave the coffee pot empty?”

“That mech is still sitting outside of our target location,” He reached up and pointed his camera at the screen to show a little pinging red dot on a map. Then he set it back in place crooked. Sombra rolled her eyes. She already knew it was still there, she didn’t need to be reminded.

“Yeah, if you wanted it moved, you should have hired somebody who spends more time at the gym,” She tried to bob her head down to get her coffee without moving her hands. Hopefully it would look like she was ducking her way out of danger. “Besides, you could set the pinche bomb off right now and she might not notice.”

“Then you’ve taken care of her?” He tilted back so there wouldn’t be so strong of shadows on his mask. The trouble of trying to emote but also hiding your features.

“Go on and set it off, she’s not going to do anything. I’ve got her by the balls.” Sombra tried to hide a wince as another stray zergling found the single gap in her defenses and took out a harvester.

“I’m still reading life signs, Olivia,” Reaper growled.

“What are you, my dad, Gabriel?” She drew out his name like it grossed her out. “I didn’t kill her. You didn’t pay me to kill her.”

“You were paid to raise her mech’s internal temperature to failure levels.”

“Si, but I didn’t do that, and now here we both are.”

“Then you have betrayed us,” He leaned in again.

Sombra sighed heavily and pulled a hand away from her game long enough to draw up a readout. That one command lost her a skirmish. Once it was up, she hooked it up to her eye tracker to move it where he could see it. The pink-and-white bunny at the top right had a tiny, almost imperceptible purple skull sitting in the bottom corner of it. A bunch of bars and switches - in Korean, tragically - ran down a long window of possible controls.

“Look, tontolaba,” He hated the Spanglish about as much as everything else she did, so she made sure to splash it in, “I have access to every single system in the mech. Her alarms are down, her defenses are down for as long as I say they are, and I’ve been flipping a lagswitch on and off for her since two hours ago, but these pendejo developers-”

“You chose to distract her by playing video games with her?” The scorn in his voice bordered on paternal. Maybe he really did think he was her dad.

“That’s Hana Song, dumbass. If you can think of a better way to distract her, let me know.” Sombra craned her neck again for her coffee and managed to get the straw this time. Almost immediately, the game made a series of sounds that suggested her hubris was being punished. “But, oh yeah, you’re the one sitting on the cushy chair back at base while I’m out here freezing my ass off-”

“You could have boiled her alive an hour ago,” He responded apathetically.

“And lose out on the payday?” Sombra looked at the map and flipped back on the lag switch. It bought her maybe a few inches, but D.va adjusted within seconds. “La puta doesn’t believe in two-factor. A fucking LUMMA could have run her, let alone me.”

“Then why not-”

“Every single donation she’s getting is going straight to Talon,” Sombra flipped the lag switch on and off like she was flickering a lightswitch, it didn’t really make a difference. “All these virgins who watch her are helping us fund ‘cover our asses’ costs for when your angel of **** shit gets us in hot water.”

Reaper stared at her from behind his mask in silence for a long time, as if he didn’t know which of his thousand flavors of brooding anger he needed to respond with. She tried to picture him trying on a bunch of funny little pissed faces behind the mask like he was giving himself a makeover. September’s bitter scowl was so out, perhaps it was time for November’s seething fury? Eventually, he simply cleared his throat. She’d have paid anything to see the contorted little grimace he probably picked out. He was going to be the prettiest girl at the temper tantrum prom.

“We’re beginning the operation,” He said it tersely both to her and somebody off-camera.

“I”ve been ready to go for hours, cabron-” She started as he disconnected.

Her legions (and exploits) were making a valiant last stand, but D.va’s immense cheese and overpowered bullshit had finally reached a point of unstoppability. The game was long over, she was just drawing out the final act, likely while she read donations and plugged some of her infinite supply of merch. Sombra sighed and tossed her hands up before nursing her coffee. She paused to rub her eyes, she’d nearly given herself a migraine trying to actually beat Hana Song at her own game.

“You know, you rotten little whore,” Sombra sighed and set her coffee down. “Sometimes I see the way you play and wish I could reach through the screen and punish you for it.”

Reaching over to the other side of the screen, she squashed the game tab and pulled up the little readout of switches she’d shown to Gabriel. Running through a quick machine translation, she found a few that looked interesting.

“Unfortunately for you, today I can.”

***

“Okay guys, last time I’m going to say it. If you’re using the wifi from your local library, please do not challenge me. Not only are you going to lose, it won’t even make for a good highlight.”

Hana made sure to smile and wink at the camera as she said it. There was a real amount of bitterness to it, nothing was more frustrating than a good opponent with a bad connection, but you couldn’t ever actually look like it was making you mad. The second you let the stream see it bother you, everybody who challenged you for the next month was going to have their mom keep unplugging their router mid-game.

She had put her chin in her hands and was kicking her feet idly behind her, laying on her stomach on the soft pad that served as her in-mecha bed. Leaning her head over, she took a quick sip from her water tube. The popular rumor that she lived in her mech, or even spent most of her time in it, was usually false. It didn’t have a lot of the amenities that you wanted from a living space. No shower, no kitchen, very little privacy. But it was designed for combat, and by extension designed for stakeouts. It could give her packaged food and water like an astronaut, her bodysuits were set up in a way that wicked away skin oils and dead flakes and all of the other gross stuff. The pad was good for sleeping on and gaming. And her mech specifically was as equipped to host a stream as any computer on the Earth. She didn’t really get days off from either profession.

But after a few days camped out inside of it, she really did start to go a little crazy. The camera did a good job scaling it out and filtering it, but she had bags under her eyes from sleeping in shifts on a pad she was getting sick of. Her hair was kinda greasy. Even if she wasn’t dirty, not showering for a while made her feel a bit gross.

A notification chimed and snapped her out of her momentary dissociation. The game concluded and her stream feed automatically switched scenes to put her up on the main camera. She had a moment of looking at herself where the twinge of self-disgust was hard to ignore, but she **** the kayfabe back on and looked over to her chat.

“Ottertrotter, thank you so much for the donation!” She flashed a smile and a peace sign, then made a heart with her hands. She was using a slightly more infantilized, anime girl version of a customer service voice, but it was what the people wanted to hear. The donation message was a fairly generic spiel about how nice it was to come home from a long day at work or school and see her streaming. It still meant at least something to her, but it meant less than it had thirty-thousand times of seeing it ago.

There was a piece of advice she had gotten some years ago that she took to heart. That the people weren’t actually there for you, they were there for the version of you they had made up in their heads. The real Hana Song - the real D.va - currently wanted to turn off the stream, take a shower, and then lay in bed staring at the ceiling for at least a day. The D.va who was still on stakeout duty and still doing viewer battles adjusted the camera just slightly. They weren’t center frame, but the people who were really looking hard for them would be able to see her feet over her shoulder. The donations went up shortly after. It didn’t help her mood, but she soldiered on.

“As always, it means a lot to me when you guys show your support!” She kept her voice chipper as could be, “I wouldn’t trade you for the world! Although, Pinchechu, I’m still waiting to see those gift subs! Keep your word, and we’ll all forgive your bad connection.”

Everything happened on a delay. A wave of appreciation and compliments had come rolling in a few seconds after she had put herself on the main stream, now a delayed wave of callouts and mentions were coming in for the opponent she had name-dropped. She took another sip of water, then shifted programming. You wanted chat to be active enough to make people follow-through on their gift sub promise, but you didn’t want the chat to turn into a hatefest for that one person.

“Ugh, I’m a little grody right now.” She messed with her hair in a superficial way, like her bangs were the biggest thing bothering her. “Guys, if you ever get the offer to go do guard duty, you tell those people no.”

She rolled over onto her back. Her cameras and displays took a second and then adjusted. An overhead camera at a favorable angle, another one at a slightly more provocative angle down in the corner. Her empty cat cam gave her a momentary pang of emotion that made her offhanded comment real. This was probably the longest she’d ever been in Meka for at a time, but she was going to need to stay at least a little while longer. Hana adjusted her bodysuit a bit, her back first politely and then impolitely suggesting she’d laid on her stomach too long.

“Well, that was supposed to be my last match for the day, but that also went on way longer than I thought it would.” Hana rubbed her eyes. “Sorry to everybody who was here for chatting and not for games. Since gaming already cut into chatting this much, would you guys be okay if we just skipped it and did a longer chat stream tomorrow?”

Hana waited for the answers to come in, only halfway reading chat. Even if they’d all been ‘no’ she was probably going to ignore them. But they were mostly reassuring, cloyingly positive and loving. The relationship didn’t really allow for them to make vocal demands, just implicit ones.

“Okay, so tomorrow we’ll-” D.va started, then stopped. Her stream had flickered off for less than a full second, but any break in the display was something her eyes were fine-tuned to.

Nothing was changing on her stream, she wasn’t getting any sort of error pop-ups or anything, but D.va squinted to make sure. Her chat wasn’t showing anything yet.

“Oops, are we having technical issues?” Hana frowned and started typing. “You guys can still see me and hear me, right?”

Something in the mech with her popped and whirred, making her jump. She could see her chat responding in delay to her question as she leaned over and pressed the buttons to start a systems diagnostics. Then a little warning light went off, but was silenced nearly as soon as it started. A couple different systems hummed and clicked. Her first worry was about if she was still streaming.

“I think we’re having technical-” Hana started and then trailed off.

With a bang and another flash of immediately-silenced alarm, the lighting in the cockpit shifted to red and then back like she was blinking. Before she could even react, something came loudly to life and surged toward her. D.va yelped as a lightly padded metal arm adorned with dozens of little springs and decorated with hazard tape came crashing down from above her and landed hard enough on her stomach to knock some of the wind out of her. The arm that had come down was part of an emergency suspension system that would keep her from getting scrambled like an egg if fighting got especially choppy, and her padded bed raised her up just enough into it to make it hard to breathe and to pin her in place like an animal ready for dissection.

“We’re having-” She watched her chat, still a bit behind, playing back a reaction of the scene. “My emergency systems-”

She reached up to pull the emergency shutoff, but her fingers glanced over it without being able to firmly grasp it. It was designed with her laying on her stomach in mind, since it shouldn’t have been possible to trigger in the first place without her actively piloting. She yelped as another one of the arms slammed down over her wrists, that would have been the one meant to go over her shoulder blades. She was waiting for the one that went behind her knees to break her legs, but it didn’t fire off.

Instead, the light shifted to a brighter and more intense LED cast. A couple different systems sprung to action. Small, only partially articulate mechanical arms tipped with needles, single-knuckle fingers, scalpels, the like. Emergency medical evals were kicking in. D.va started to thrash. At this point, she was more in danger of being gutted like a fish than having her stream go down. She could feel stirrups locking around her ankles and pulling them open.

“Somebody! Help!” She dropped any semblance of kayfabe, but she was also fully aware she was calling into the void. Chat was still slowly ticking up in response to the whole scene.

The needles and fingers stayed away while the scalpels lowered toward her with mechanical precision and disinterest in equal measure. She felt them press against the skin-like fabric of her bodysuit and then kiss through, glancing the skin just enough to make her sweat and freeze in place, but not a nanoangstrom further. They flicked softly, picking open the securing points on her neck, her chest, and the inside of both thighs. With an audible snap, her suit broke free and crumpled around her. As the scalpels withdrew, it took D.va a second to fully process what was happening. She was just as incapable of hitting the button to end stream as she was of releasing the clamps.

“Hey, I-” She swallowed. It was shouting into the void, but she was also fully aware she couldn’t just get out of it. As she watched the stream slowly catch up and the chat explode, she did her best to lean into the curve. “Guys, stop watching! Something’s wrong with my mech!”

It wasn’t hard to guess what was causing this. Hana had been careless in a lot of ways. Even if by some miracle, none of her fans were recording what was going on, she knew at least one person who was going to be making a recording of this. Going to lord it over her and spread it around for the rest of both of their lives. At this point, she was more concerned about how long this was going to go on and how bad Sombra was going to make it for her.

Hana’s crotch was messy with dark brown stubble from a few days of no shaving. She wasn’t exactly at her best. No makeup, no specific framing and lighting for this kind of thing. They were getting their non-paywalled D.va exposed tape in glaring overhead lighting like she was at a doctor’s appointment.

Between her open legs, Hana could hear another machine switching to life. There was some mood lighting that usually went with it, but Sombra wasn’t going to give her that nicety. An apple-shaped white mechanical head swung up from under the bottom of her bed. It was a nicety that Sombra wasn’t going to make her regret, even by using it on her. She spent too many nights out on guard duty to just rely on her hand.

“O-okay guys!” Hana winked at the camera despite and gave a sheepish smile, “If you’re not a tier-five subscriber or higher… could you please tune out? Honor system?”

She wondered if the kayfabe would bother Sombra at all. Hopefully it would. What she wanted was definitely for D.va to beg her not to do it, to struggle and plead and cry. Being famous on the internet involved navigating a series of cataclysmic fuckups and humiliations. This was, honestly, not even in her top twenty nightmares. It might only be an honorable mention in her top fifty. What was more worrisome was that Sombra almost definitely was the one profiting from the absolute wave of donations and subs that were coming in ever since the whole public humiliation spectacle had started. This kind of stunt would never be this profitable ever again. Once the nudes were out, they were out.

The vibrator head kicked on to maximum strength, then seemed to get more powerful. Wasting mech battery by overclocking her sex toys was definitely a middle finger Hana hadn’t expected. As it lowered toward her crotch and then pressed against her clit, D.va couldn’t keep from screaming. Saying it was too strong was an understatement in the same way as calling **** ‘impolite.’

“Woah!” She gasped and tried to squirm away, making sure to glance at the camera. “Too much! Slower!”

Squirming wasn’t really getting her anywhere. The shock arms were too strong and there wasn’t much room to go to anyway. And Sombra seemed to know exactly where everything was like she had her nervous system hooked up to the Meka. Her vibrator kept jamming right up against her clit. D.va alternated between yelps and whimpers. Even over the scream of vibrating motors, she could hear something else kicking on under her bed. Another arm like the one with her vibrator mounted to it kicked up. The end was a polished phallic length of stainless steel. About the length and girth of an average penis. But that spun back around into the arm and, with a chunking clang, a larger one swapped out like the arm was choosing which allen wrench to use.

Hana had actually only ever known about the first one, she didn’t know there was a whole set. Really the only bit of this functionality she ever used was her vibrator. She watched it cycle between a few slightly bigger and bigger ones until it arrived at what must have been the biggest. It was certainly the thickest one that could have fit inside the arm. Just eyeballing it, she was all but certain it wasn’t going to fit. At least not effectively or comfortably. It really was a question of if Sombra wanted a show, or if she was holding a grudge.

The arm hesitated a moment before lowering toward her with the biggest size of phallus still extended.

Cunt.

The thick tip of it rubbed against D.va’s pussy as the vibrator continued to hum angrily. At this point, her clit was almost starting to go numb from it. Just eyeballing it, the dildo must have been as thick around as a fist and over a foot long. Even if she got the tapered tip of it in, it just wasn’t going to be biologically possible to fit much more than an inch or two. One mercy was that the inside of the arm which had been storing it seemed to have kept it thoroughly lubricated.

It pushed with the same merciless and mechanical steadiness of a scalpel. She felt herself spreading around the rounded tip of it and then more and more, groaning and gripping her bed with both hands. It was way, way too much. Fuck bordering on painful, if that thing had been an actual person and she’d been subject to its twitches and more erratic movements, she would have been screaming in agony. Mercifully, the mechanical arm held it perfectly still but for it steadily inching inside of her. Sombra at least had the good sense to put the vibrator out before she tried this, so she clearly wasn’t trying to kill D.va.

As it started to piston inside of her, Hana clenched her teeth as her pussy kept trying to adjust to it and exhaled sharply through them each time it slid back inside. In contrast to the maniacal vibrator, the pistoning was fairly slow and steady, though it may have just been working itself up. Hana could feel her lips clenching around the too-big shaft and gripping, dragging back and forth with the motions. Her small breasts bounced just enough for the movement of her bleached pink nipples to be visible on camera.

The feeling it was building her up to was… it wasn’t an orgasm, at least not in the form D.va recognized. More like twenty of them trying to cram their way through a door at once. As she parted her lips and started to moan out in pleasure, the dildo arm suddenly shot back and left her pussy empty, clenching at the air suddenly in the place of the phallus. She cried out as she felt a wet spray coming from inside of her, legs shaking in their stirrups. Her back was trying to arch up but it was pinned in place. Her toes curled up against the foam beneath her feet.

When it subsided, D.va lay breathing heavily in place for a moment. The vibrator had pulled away during her orgasm too, but she’d hardly noticed. She turned to the camera just enough to wink.

***

“Fucking slut,” Sombra muttered as she worked the keyboard.

She’d put on a hell of a show under the circumstances. Whatever media training gauntlet they’d run her through was paying for itself. At least, paying Talon for itself. She’d hoped there would be more crying, more protesting and begging.

The bomb should have gone off a while ago. Her comms were lighting up with requests for supporting fire, comments about how shit had gone tits-up. She was probably getting blamed for this either way. That was the most frustrating part about working for Talon. They just tended to fuck it up most of the time, regardless of how you did. She had a choice of either going in and trying to wipe up their mess, or going off on her own like usual.

“Okay, new subathon goal,” Sombra pressed a few more buttons, “Let’s see how many times we can make you squirt before they take the stream down.”

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