Overwatch - Tracer and Widowmaker

Widow joined the team and Mercy’s stress relief program. She wasn’t yet trusted though so she was given a tracking collar and leash. The tracking collar let her know when anyone on the team made a request for her and she’d go off to service them. She got a new uniform to mark the flip too; some lacey panties and stockings, a harness of thin leather straps that framed her perky little tits brilliantly, a pair of chained together nipple clamps, a buttplug and a ring gag for her mouth that happened to be a perfect fit for the plug.

She was surprisingly enthusiastic about letting everyone use her asshole as much as they’d like, not even complaining about how much attention Tracer was giving her. She was probably just happy since anything was better than the machine.

Feeling peckish for some French, I sent her a request and 15 minutes later, Tracer came into my room leading Widow along on the leash. Widow was a delight to watch move, she elegantly stalked into the room on her long, gorgeous legs, her see through stockings and lingerie leaving nothing to the imagination. The elegant look was ruined by the string of spit drooling down from her mouth onto her breasts thanks to the ring gag keeping her from closing her mouth.

“Morning love,” Tracer brightly exclaims.

“Howdy Trace, you here to watch again or join in?”

Tracer giggles, “I think you know the answer to that Jesse.”

Widow had in the meantime tamely made her way over to me and got on all fours to stuff my cock past the ring gag, into her mouth, bobbing up and down as Tracer and I talked. As usual, Tracer took out a high tech strapon that Mercy had made so she could join in the fun and feel it too; I gave Mercy the idea based on the linked cocks I had and she had expanded on it. Tracer would feel from it like it was a real cock only more sensitive while it simultaneously stimulated her pussy too, not only that but it could even ‘cum’ like real cocks did, shooting when the neural sensors recognized an orgasm. The strapon was such a success, all the girls on the team got one and had all joined in with the guys when it was another girls day, some more enthusiastically than others though.

Funnily enough, once Tracer got a taste, she seemed to like Widows asshole even more than I did, and that was saying something. As we talked shit, Tracer leaned down and unceremoniously started dunking her fake dick into Widows ass, spit roasting her with me, an activity we’d been sharing a lot together lately. Tracer was good company; she was easy to get along with and had a thing for sodomizing the other girls like I did so naturally we spent a lot of time together when it was another girl’s day.

Tracer closed her eyes and moaned as she reamed Widows ass. She slowly picked up the pace and groaned out, “Bollox, I can’t get over how much I’ve been missing out on.”

“Asshole’s fun, ain’t it Trace?”

“You’re telling me. No wonder you spent so long in mine when we started this all up.”

We chat while spit roasting Widow, with Tracer periodically asking to swap places with me. Ever since the Mondatta incident, Tracer’s always had a bit of a grudge against Widow. I still remember the feral grin on her face when she learned we’d caught Widow. Since then, she’d taken up the habit of assfucking Widow and forcing the former assassin to taste her own ass constantly as a way to vent out her frustrations.

It wasn’t all rough and tumble though. Widow was just beautiful and it looked like Tracer agreed, she was just that into it. Tracer constantly ran her hands over the captured woman’s lithe blue body, leaning down to press her own tits into Widow’s back so she could reach around to squeeze and play with Widow’s while she ravaged her ass. Tracer would even occasionally be generous and give Widow something to enjoy. She’d reach down and rub Widows pussy, kiss her back and run her tongue over her neck, just savoring every inch of the woman. If Emily saw the display, I’d bet money on her getting more than a little jealous.

Typically I might have been upset not to be the one getting all the action, but watching Trace actually turned out to be even hotter so stepped back to watch the show.

Widow might not have felt the rougher treatments she got but the gentler side that Tracer was showing her definitely did seem to get to her. Her expression softened and her eyebrows arched as Tracer kept kissing her back and trailing her tongue all over neck.