Brigitte, Widow, Sombra

Brigitte struggled in her restraints. Her toned muscles strained against the cold metal of her shackles, but the steel cables anchored to the floor barely moved. She was **** to stay on her knees. If only she had her power armor, she could’ve stood up and snapped them easily, but she’d been stripped out of everything except her underwear and tee.

Widowmaker and Sombra stood together over her imposingly. The Frenchwoman’s face was a mask of cold detachment while Sombra had a wry smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Come on Brigitte,” Sombra said like they were friends. “Tell us what we want to know and this can all be over.”

Brigitte stayed quiet and merely glared at the two other women.

Widow scoffed. “Bring him in,” she said.

Sombra tsked. “Such a shame.”

Two Talon agents hauled in McCree, **** and restrained as well, though in a chair instead. He was set down loudly in front of Brigitte; the sound of metal on concrete rung menacingly throughout the small room.

Brigitte glanced down quickly at herself and saw her nipples visible through the thin material of her shirt, but even worse than that was the fact she knew her underwear left little to the imagination. She was ashamed to admit it since the situation was so dire, but she was glad McCree was ****. If he wasn’t, she wasn’t sure her composure would handle it. It should’ve been the last thing on her mind and she got angry at herself for even caring, but she did.

With just Sombra and Widow in the room, she’d been able to keep a lid on things. She knew it was just an intimidation tactic by the Talon women, trying to keep her uncomfortable and off balance. But now that McCree was there, she felt a flush rising, even as she fought hard to keep stony faced.

“Last chaaance,” Sombra musically mocked.

Widowmakers lips curled up cruelly.

Brigitte grit her teeth, preparing herself for whatever **** they were about to do to her friend and fellow Overwatch agent. She held no illusions that she would manage to hold out for long if they really hurt him, but she needed to buy time, any time, for the others to find them.

But the **** tools never came. Instead, Brigitte’s stony expression broke into doe eyed shock when Sombra bent over, unbuckled McCree and pulled down his pants, making a soft though already large cock plop out onto his thigh.

It took her only a second to **** the mask back into place, but Sombra had caught it and laughed mockingly.

“W-whatever you’re planning, it won’t work,” Brigitte said unsteadily, trying and failing to restore her resolve.

Sombra ignored her and gripped McCree’s member in her hand, stroking it slowly to life. In moments, Brigitte found herself staring at McCree’s fully erect cock. With her work done, Sombra went around behind McCree’s chair and pushed him forward. The sound of screeching metal filled the room as Brigitte was **** face to face with her friend’s cock. She tried to back away, but the restraints gave her no room to.

“What are you doing?” Brigitte said nervously.

This time it was the Talon women who stayed silent. Brigitte had trained for a lot, but never for anything like this.

Widowmaker walked behind Brigitte, her heels clicking on the concrete slowly. Brigitte found the simple act of moving behind her more unnerving than she cared to admit. She soon felt the Frenchwoman’s cold fingers clasp the sides of her head and stiffened at the strangely gentle touch. Then Widowmaker began pressing her face forward, towards McCree. Brigitte struggled at first, but the muscles in her neck couldn’t hope to overpower Widow.

Inevitably, she was **** closer and closer until McCree’s cock was practically right in her face. She tried to turn her face aside, but Widow simply tightened her grip and **** it back. Then Sombra joined back in on the humiliation as she gripped McCree’s cock and aimed it at Brigitte’s mouth. Brigitte closed her mouth as tightly as she could while McCree’s meat poked her cheeks and lips, inadvertently making her taste him.

Sombra sighed petulantly and pinched Brigitte’s nose shut. With Brigitte struggling so much, it wasn’t long before her lungs were burning for air and she was soon **** to open her mouth. The instant she did, the two Talon women struck, using the opportunity to **** her head forward and pushing McCree into her mouth.

Brigitte tried to spit him out, but that only amounted to lathering his cock with her tongue, eliciting sleepy groans from her teammate. If the other women had tried the tactic using one of their own agents, Brigitte would have had no qualms simply biting through the man, but with McCree, that just wasn’t an option.

Widowmaker pressed harder against the back of Brigitte’s head, forcing her to take McCree’s cock deeper and deeper until it hit the back of her throat where it drew tears from the corners of her eyes and threatened to make her gag. But even then the Frenchwoman didn’t stop. She didn’t stop until she’d **** McCree’s whole length down the bound girl’s throat, cutting off her breath. Brigitte only felt the Frenchwoman let up once she’d been **** to swallow all of McCree, but the relief was short lived as Widowmaker just started bobbing Brigitte’s head on the last few inches.

Brigitte sputtered and choked as the thick length slid down the back of her throat again and again, her spit bubbling up between her lips and McCree before running down her chin. She cursed herself for choosing to wear makeup that day as she felt her tears mix with her mascara and run freely down her cheeks. She could only imagine how messy her face looks to her tormenters but tried her best not to let the humiliation show.

Brigitte tried to keep herself from panicking as the seconds passed, but soon every moment she spent with McCree down her throat was another moment of her lungs demanding air. Right when Brigitte thought she would pass out, as stars began appearing in her vision, Widow finally let her up, pulling back hard on her hair.

Intense relief flooded Brigitte as she sucked down **** lungful’s of air, so much that she actually felt grateful to her captors. But as soon as she caught her breath, she angrily clamped down on the thought. They’re just trying to break me. But I won’t let them. I just need to hold on a little longer she thought to herself.

Then McCree stirred awake. As humiliating as things had been, the fact her teammate had been **** made the Talon tactics easier to endure. But the moment she saw his eyes go wide with shock and recognition when he looked at the absolute mess of her face, the humiliation became almost unbearable. Brigitte flushed uncontrollably as her two captors laughed. She felt torn between wanting to hide her face from McCree and not wanting to give the two women the satisfaction.

“What’s going on?” McCree slurred.

“We’ve been captured,” Brigitte pointed out, **** for anything to take her mind off her situation. “Now they’re interrogating us.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Sombra said with a smirk. She then turned to McCree. “You’re little friend there wasn’t being very cooperative, how about you Jesse? You gonna play nice?”

Jesse’s eyes squinted. “I don’t do nice, missy.”

“Mmm, pity,” Sombra said, sounding completely unbothered. The two Talon women unceremoniously **** McCree’s cock back into Brigitte’s mouth.

“I-I’m sorry Brig, I can’t-It’s not like I can y’know… ugh,” Jesse stumbled. He tried glaring at his captors, but with the beautiful engineer bobbing on his member, the effect was lost.

“Stop that! Let her up!” Jesse demanded as he noticed Brigitte sputtering and struggling in her restraints more and more the longer she was held down.

“That didn’t sound very convincing, you wanna try again?” Sombra said.

“Let her up,” Jesse growled.

“After you tell us the defense codes.”

Jesse struggled with the choice. He didn’t know what Talon intended to do with those codes, but in their hands, it could spell disaster. He weighed that up against the comfort of his teammate and made his choice.

“Not happening sweetheart.”

“What a surprise, I figured you would say that,” Sombra tittered.

“That’s not-,” Jesse said before his breath was stolen away by Widowmaker pressing Brigitte down.

The cycle of **** throatjob and brief respite went on three times before Brigitte was finally let up for longer than a few seconds to catch her breath. Sombra hauled back on McCree’s chair, the screeching sound of metal filled the room again. She got down on her haunches so she was eye level with Brigitte. Pulling out a wet towelette, she cleaned the other girl up just a little.

Sombra tilted her head back at McCree. “Look at him, he’s enjoying this. He doesn’t care about you, I bet he’s loving every second even seeing you go through all that. Just tell us the defense codes and this all stops.”

Brigitte looked over Sombra’s shoulder and locked eyes with McCree. He looked equal parts guilty and pleading.

“It-“ Brigitte began wetly, her voice phlegmy. She coughed and cleared her throat before trying again. “It’s not going to work Sombra,” she said.

Sombra shrugged playfully. She went back to McCree and started pushing his chair forward again.

The lithe assassin went to Brigitte’s front. She cupped Brigittes chin and tilted it up before trailing her finger lightly up the side of her face. “Such a fragile, pretty little thing,” she said low. “How long do you think you can last?”

“Long enough for Overwatch to find us,” Brigitte said, meeting the predatory eyes of the assassin.

“Think boring thoughts, think boring thoughts, think boring thoughts,” McCree muttered quietly under his breath as he was brought back. It was apparent it wasn’t working.

“She is stronger than she appears,” Widowmaker said, a hint of annoyance creeping into her seductive accent.

“Then we go after the cowboy,” Sombra replied easily.

This time, instead of forcing Brigitte back onto McCree’s cock, Sombra did something that surprised the two captives; she started undressing. She straddled McCree’s lap and tossed off the layers until only the bodyglove remained. She slowly unzipped the final layer until her supple breasts were right in front of McCree’s face. Slinging her arms over his shoulders, she leaned forward more, until her nipple was almost brushing his lips, so close that it would only take a small motion to suck them into his mouth.

“Go on Jesse, you know you want to,” Sombra said seductively.

McCree gulped but otherwise stayed still, refusing to give in to the unusual interrogation tactics.

Sombra pulled back and placed a hand on her heart dramatically. “I’m hurt McCree, don’t you like me?”

Jesse McCree didn’t know what to say.

“Maybe you’ll like this,” Sombra said as she gripped his cock and slid the tip up and down against her slit. Try as he might, McCree couldn’t help but thrust his hips up, eager against his own judgement to sink into the beautiful woman. Sombra tittered again.

“The codes,” she repeated.

McCree grit his teeth hard, the muscles in his jaw straining.

Sombra pushed him inside, though only the tip, teasingly, before pulling it back out. Again and again, she gave him small tastes of her lips. As the minutes wore on, McCree struggled more and more, until it looked like he was in physical pain from the frustration.

“Jesse, just hang on, don’t let them win,” Brigitte pleaded half way through, though McCree barely heard it.

Sombra eventually got off him. A thin, clear trail of fluid leaked from her, down her thigh, showing McCree wasn’t the only one affected. She took a deep breath to steady herself and got between Brigitte and Jesse again. Grabbing his cock, she waved it in front of Brigitte’s face.

“Do you want her to suck it again Jesse? Just say the word and I’ll put it in her mouth. I doubt she’ll mind, her profile says she likes Mexican,” Sombra said with a smile.

Even though he was throbbing painfully with every heartbeat, McCree managed to bite down on his tongue. Brigitte stared at her teammate, her eyes grateful.

When Sombra saw he wouldn’t give, she straddled him again and began teasing anew. As the minutes wore on, it was becoming clear to everyone that McCree was being slowly whittled away and that it wouldn’t be long before he cracked. All he needed was one final push.

As Sombra was teasing McCree, she lost her grip. She’d been parting her lips with her fingers in a V so he could see just what he was missing out when she lost her grip. The teasing had been going on so long that he was absolutely coated with precum, both his own and hers. She wasn’t above admitting she found the interrogation a little fun.

As McCree slipped out of her grip, he slipped into her other hole. With how slick he was, Sombra felt McCree slide easily into her asshole, though only the tip. She figured she would just go along with things, working the accident into the interrogation but changed her plans when she saw how he reacted.

McCree strained against his restraints like never before, with absolute desperation to bury himself to the hilt in Sombra’s asshole. But she stood above him, just out of reach, only letting him having the smallest, most unsatisfying tastes of her ass. Though even just pushing in the tip, it was clear it was sending him wild.

“McCree,” Sombra exclaimed with mock scandal. “How could you.” She turned to Widow, knowing she had won. “Looks like we’ve been using the wrong holes. Who knew he was such a dirty one.”

Brigitte whimpered.

Sombra straddled McCree and started gently slapping his rigid cock against her stomach. “Look at that, I think you’d almost go past my belly button.”

McCree made a hitched sound, letting Sombra know she was close to winning; all she needed was one last push. But she didn’t have to be the one to do it.

“You’re up blue, I need a break,” Sombra said.

Widow’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me that.”

Sombra held up her hands in surrender as the two swapped places. She was no stranger to the backdoor, but seeing how hungry and **** McCree was, she was a little afraid of what he might do to her ass and doubted she could maintain her composure. Better to let spider handle things.

“Mmmmm,” Widow hummed, undaunted by the task her ass had been assigned. It wasn’t the first time her assets had been used to further Talon’s goals and she doubted it would be the last.

She seductively stripped out of her skintight bodyglove and took Sombra’s place on McCree’s lap where she quickly got to work. With mechanical precision, she aimed him at her ass and lowered herself, letting him bury half his meat in her with one smooth motion. A gasp tore out of McCree at the sudden intense pleasure enveloping him.

“I bet she’s not as fun as me,” Sombra teased. “No feelings this one.”

But it was still far more than what Sombra had given him so he took Widow’s ass greedily. The assassin let him have several strokes before taking him out and pushing him back, settling his cock between her cheeks.

“The codes,” she repeated. “If you want more.”

“Jesse, don’t give in!” Brigitte yelled.

“Be quiet girl, or I’ll shut you up with him.”

Understanding and disgust dawned on Brigitte in equal parts the instant she heard the threat. Though McCree had a very different reaction, one the assassin caught. Widow arched her brow as she studied his face. “You would like that, non?” she said.

McCree swallowed involuntarily.

Widow experimentally dipped him back inside her rear, even deeper than before and got off. She grabbed Brigitte’s head and pushed the poor girl forward. Brigitte struggled harder while McCree’s breathing quickened the closer she was **** to his cock.

“You want to make her taste me, yes?” Widow whispered. “Just tell me the codes, and she will.”

McCree broke. He knew he had broken and so did Brigitte who groaned in defeat. But he had one last thing he wanted to try. “Make her taste it,” he said through gritted teeth, nodding his head in Sombra’s direction.

“That’s not how this works,” Sombra said with a frown for the first time. “Give him a little while longer, he’ll cave,” she said to Widow.

“We do not have more time,” Widow said coolly. She tilted her head. “Are you scared?”

Sombra scoffed, unwilling to be called out by her team mate. “Yeah right,” she said as she strode back. “Fine, we do it your way.” She got down on her knees, in between McCree’s legs, her face inches from his slick cock. “The codes,” she repeated.

“You first,” he groaned, barely capable of speech more complex.

“The things I do for you people,” Sombra muttered shaking her head. She opened up her mouth and let her captive slide over her tongue into the back of her throat, getting the full, heavy taste of her companion and finding it aggravatingly pleasant. She ran her tongue up his shaft and slurped on the tip, giving him a full show of it. “Ta-da,” she said. “Now your turn.”

“More,” McCree moaned.

“Don’t push your luck. Codes. Now,” Sombra warned.

“McCree,” Brigitte pleaded to deaf ears.

McCree gave the codes which Sombra quickly confirmed.

“Now, was that so hard?”

“I did what you said, now…” McCree said, trailing off, unable to make the request.

Sombra put him back in her mouth, sticking out her tongue when he went down her throat, making sure to be extra sloppy. She tried to jam him into the back of her throat so she would start tearing up too, knowing his preferences now. She looked up at him and made another proposal, timing it for when she felt her own mascara start running down her cheeks.

“You know this is the end for you at Overwatch. They’ll never trust you again. You might as well be a pencil pusher there Jesse. But there are others that would appreciate your talents. Like us. Talon actually knows how to have fun Jesse,” Sombra said as she buried her face in his cock, sticking her tongue out to lick his balls even as she held her breath. “Think of all the benefits of working with us instead,” she said as she gasped for breath.

Widow straddled McCree again. “Oui, Talon… takes care of its own,” she said as she slipped him back inside her ass, down to the balls this time, the eight inches hardly bothering her at all. McCree savored the tight confines of her ass for a moment before he began rabidly pumping into her, working out all the frustrations of the last few hours in a manic frenzy of sodomy.

The assassin let him vent using her body with ease. She rarely felt a thing anymore and found it an easy chore to endure his pounding.

Every so often, McCree would groan ‘mouth’ and Widow would climb dutifully off him to allow Sombra to clean his cock. While the Frenchwoman felt little, she admitted she did feel some measure of delight when her irritating companion had been **** to clean their captive with her mouth. Though that delight quickly vanished when she noticed how unbothered, and indeed, happy Sombra had been with her task, no matter how messy it got.

The constant back and forth left McCree slimy and covered in the juices of both Talon agents, but that didn’t make Sombra hesitate a moment as she slurped the juices off McCree each time. After several rounds of ass to mouth, Sombra decided it was time to let him out of his restraints. It was a calculated risk at that point. She knew he’d gone too far to just stop now and so did he. Escape was the last thing on his mind.

As soon as he was free, he practically leapt up to grab Widow. He pushed her to her knees and pressed her face down into the concrete of the cell before he took her again. Wanting to entice him further, Sombra scooted over and settled her face on the small of the assassins back. She stuck her tongue out invitingly and waited for the inevitable. With such tempting holes on offer, McCree quickly settled into a routine of bottoming out in Widow’s ass before shoving himself down Sombra’s throat, back and forth endlessly.

Being able to live out his filthiest fantasies, it wasn’t long before McCree felt himself near the edge. Gripping Widowmaker’s hips he thrust himself as deep as he could into her and let loose a torrent of cum, the pent up frustrations of the interrogation making him drench her insides. The hours of edging made the eventual release nearly overwhelming and he collapsed on the assassins back as he rode out the final waves.

“I’m hurt McCree, I can’t believe you chose her over me,” Sombra teased.

When he was clear headed again, Sombra tried once more, thinking it had been enough to turn the cowboy. “Well Jesse, how about it? Come join us.”

Brigitte whimpered again while McCree stayed silent. She stared at her companion pleading but he couldn’t meet her eyes. When he didn’t reply soon enough, Sombra tried another trick. Standing up she stripped off the last pieces of her bodyglove and twirled around. Circling her finger around the ring of her asshole, she made another offer he couldn’t refuse. “You could have this wrapped around your cock any time you wanted on our side. Tell me that isn’t better than whatever Overwatch can offer you.”

McCree turned to look at Lacroix, who was still on her elbows and knees and made up his mind. He saw the gaping mess he’d made of her ass and loved the sight of something so wrong on someone so beautiful.

“Yes,” he said guiltily.

“I knew you’d make the right choice,” Sombra teased.

As Widow got to her feet, a slow trickle of cum started leaking out of her and trailing down the back of her thigh. McCree stared at the sight and thought if he was going to lose so much just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants, he might as well make use of his situation. He turned to Sombra. “You said Talon takes care of its own right? Well let’s see. I’m cashing in darling.”

“I think you might be all cashed out Jesse,” Sombra said looking down at his softening cock.

“Not what I meant,” McCree said as he flicked his eyes towards the mess slowly trickling out of Widow.

Sombra followed his gaze. “Fine, fine,” she said with a shrug. “I did say we know how to have fun.” She knelt down behind the assassin and began lapping at the trail of cum, running her tongue slowly up the cold blue skin of her teammate until her face was buried in the other woman’s ass and she was drinking straight from the source.

After a minute of eating out the other woman, Sombra opened her mouth, showing off the anal creampie she’d collected to McCree and swishing it around with her tongue. He was about to ask her to swallow when she did something better. Pulling the assassin close, Sombra pressed her mouth against the other woman’s and the two began sharing the disgusting drink. Despite just cumming, McCree felt himself stirring back to life at the obscene sight.

Widow seemed disinterested if not a little annoyed by the antics, but played along and sucked on the tongue Sombra stuck in her mouth. Sombra turned back to McCree as the two finished their drink. “I think you’ll like it here with us,” she said as she scooped a stray trail of cum dribbling down her chin back into her mouth.

~

Not needing her anymore, the Talon agents agreed to release Brigitte on McCree’s demand. The two shared a final moment before she left.

“Sorry,” was all McCree managed to say.

“The team will understand, we’ll get you back.”

“It’s too late for that Brigitte. I crossed a line.”

“We’ll get you back,” Brigitte repeated more firmly.

~

McCree made his way slowly back to his quarters, lost in his own thoughts, but those thoughts were quickly interrupted as Sombra decloaked besides him.

“That was touching, really,” she said.

“What do you want?” McCree growled.

“Just letting you know Gabe wants a briefing when he gets back. We’ll want to know a few things and bring you up to speed on our end.”

McCree grunted at that.

Not sensing he was in the mood for a chat, Sombra cloaked and disappeared.

While waiting to be briefed, McCree familiarized himself with the Talon base, a little surprised by the amount of freedom he was receiving. Eventually he found Sombra’s station. Seeing the gorgeous Mexican woman brought up a flood of mixed feelings for him. She had burned him and made him betray his team, but he had to guiltily admit the methods she used were more than a little fun. Still, he saw her as the enemy and that wouldn’t change.

Seeing how occupied she was at her terminal, McCree stalked towards her as stealthily as he could, but before he could get close Sombra spoke up. “You know we have these things called cameras right?” she swiveled in her chair towards him. “Howdy cowboy,” she said tipping an invisible hat.

McCree groaned. Does everyone have to mock my clothes? He thought.

“Liking what you’ve seen?” Sombra asked.

“Bit low tech,” he replied, not wanting to compliment the terrorist group.

Sombra shrugged. “Sometimes low tech is the best kind of tech; makes it harder for people like me to get in. What can I do for you Jesse?”

McCree wanted to say nothing and leave; he didn’t want to fraternize with the enemy after all. He might be with them but he didn’t have to be buddies with them. But Sombra was wearing nothing but her bodyglove and it complimented every curve on her. McCree’s eyes ran up her legs, stomach and chest, noting how the glove hid virtually nothing.

“You said any time I wanted.”

Sombra tilted her head and smiled slyly. “Taking advantages of the benefits so soon? I wonder what Mercy would say.”

A sting of guilt stabbed at him, but it wasn’t enough to change his mind. “Is that a no?”

Sombra got out of her chair and undid her bodyglove with a command. The smart fabric slipped from her soft body and piled up at her feet where she stepped out from it. She pushed her chair away but otherwise stayed at her station. “If you don’t mind, I’ve still got something to take care of.”

McCree decided he was going to do his best to distract her from getting any of that work done. Getting behind her, he spat on his fingers and quickly rubbed it into and around her brown star before carelessly stabbing himself into her, eager to vent his resentment on the woman who compromised him.

Sombra’s body arched away from the sudden intrusion and sharp stinging, sucking in a breath as she did. “I thought you Overwatch boy scouts played nice,” she said.

“I told you, I don’t do nice, missy,” McCree said as he pulled her back and jammed in again.

“Well in that case, you’ll be a perfect fit here,” Sombra said, laughing at her own joke. “It’ll be a lot more interesting when it isn’t just Gabe surprising me like that all the time.”

“Gabe…? You’re lying,” McCree said shocked.

“Do I feel like I’m lying?” Sombra replied, squeezing his member. “I told you we have more fun here.”

McCree was stunned into silence that Talon had worked out a similar arrangement.

Sombra tried to capitalize on the moment. “You made the right decision Jesse. You think that prissy bitch Angela or straight laced Fareeha would ever let you bend them over and stick it up their ass?” McCree half snorted and laughed at the suggestion, almost breaking his cover. You have no idea he thought. Luckily, Sombra took it the wrong way. “But Frenchie, the potato and I don’t mind.”

“Potato?” McCree asked.

“You’ve met, Moira.”

It’d been a long time since McCree had last seen his former Blackwatch teammate. He intended on making it a happy reunion. But in the meantime, he enjoyed Sombra as she continued working.

~

“Come on McCree, I’m getting sore down there,” Sombra said mockingly after the 30 minute mark. She was trying to get him to finish quicker and it worked if the twitching she felt inside her was any indication. “You keep this up any longer and I’m not going to be able to sit down properly at the briefing.”

She was only half joking. Sombra was a little surprised by McCree’s stamina. When the team had agreed on the new arrangement, Reaper and the others barely lasted minutes when they first started taking advantage. It had taken them months before they started lasting as long as McCree. She filed the thought away and focused on squeezing the turncoat, coaxing him to coat her insides sooner. Still, I better enjoy this while I can Sombra thought. Once Moira finishes her ‘upgrades’ things are only going to get a lot tougher.

McCree’s hand grabbing the top of her shoulder broke her out of her thoughts. Playtime must be over. McCree hauled her into him as he pumped forward, firing spurt after spurt of cum deep into her. Sombra felt the hot, heavy splashes inside her as the thick fluid filled her up.

“It’s like you’re part of the team already,” Sombra said as McCree pulled free. She clenched herself shut, not wanting to make a mess on the floor and spun around to her knees. Quickly popping McCree into her mouth, she gave him a quick once over, slurping off the mixture of cum and her own juices leaving him spotless. She usually didn’t go that far for Gabe, but she wanted to make good impressions on the new addition.

“Now, off you go cowboy,” she said, slapping McCree’s shoulder. “And don’t get in too much trouble, I’m watching remember?”