pharah x mercy

"I'm bored of this apartment," you growl, your fingers tangling in Lena's hair. "I want more property. Real heroes. Real couples."

Lena's head tilts like a loyal dog's. "Whatever you want, Brian. Just tell us who."

"Pharah and Mercy," you state coldly. "The Overwatch sweethearts. The perfect lesbian couple. I want them broken. I want them to wake up knowing their old lives died the moment they met us."

The mission is executed with terrifying efficiency. Using Tracer's speed to bypass security and Emily's tactical knowledge of Overwatch protocols, they slip into the couple's quarters while they sleep. A potent, fast acting sedative is delivered through the air vents. Pharah and Mercy don't even have time to reach for their weapons before they slip into a deep, helpless unconsciousness.

Hours later, you enter their bedroom. The air smells of expensive lavender and sterile medical equipment a sharp contrast to the musk and sweat of your lair. Pharah and Mercy lie tangled together in bed, their faces peaceful in sleep, completely unaware that their reality has been surgically removed.

You pull out a permanent, waterproof marker. "Let's brand the new acquisitions," you whisper.

You start with Pharah. You roll her over, exposing her athletic, sun browned ass. With steady hands, you scrawl 'BRIAN'S PROPERTY' across each cheek. You move to her breasts, writing your name in bold letters across her nipples. When you work on her cunt, you trace your name along her inner thighs and across her swollen folds, marking her as a vessel for your seed. Finally, you write 'BRIAN'S SLUT' across her forehead.

Then you turn to Mercy. The angelic medic is equally vulnerable. You mark her pale skin with equal cruelty your name slashed across her breasts, circling her asshole, and dripping down between her legs. You finish by writing 'PROPERTY OF BRIAN' across her lips, ensuring that even her first breath upon waking will taste of your claim.

You step back, admiring your work. The bed is no longer occupied by two loving women; it is occupied by two pieces of livestock, marked and ready for slaughter.

"Wake them up," you command.

Lena and Emily move forward. Lena presses a button on a device that emits a high frequency sonic pulse, while Emily drips a stimulant directly into their nostrils.

Pharah's eyes snap open first. She gasps, her hand instinctively flying to her chest, but she freezes when she sees the black ink stark against her skin. "What... what is this? Mercy? Mercy, wake up!"

Mercy stirs, groggily rubbing her eyes, only to feel the wetness of the marker on her lips. She looks down at her own body, seeing your name written across her breasts like a brand. Her breathing quickens into panic. "Who did this? Who "

"Shh, shh," Lena purrs, stepping into their line of sight with a Cheshire grin. "Don't fight it, sweeties. You're not together anymore. You don't belong to each other. You belong to him."

She gestures to you, sitting in the shadows, watching them with hungry, possessive eyes. Pharah tries to summon her energy abilities, but her body feels heavy, drugged, and strangely aroused by the humiliation.