Hacking The Hacker

Regardless of Rob's plans or Zatanna's machinations, the world was still spinning and Rob's harem was still expanding. Namely, he had set up two meetings with two different women who would be instrumental in his further plans. And, coincidentally, they happened to be two of the lovely ladies of Overwatch. Say what you wanted about the games or the company that made them, but by god did they know how to create a stunning video game vixen.

But, for the first of these two meetings, Rob was not taking point on it, instead conceding the leading role to Asami, since the story they used to lure their first target in was to sign her to a contract to Slutter. For, in this world, Olivia Colomar - screen name Sombra - wasn't a notorious terrorist and cyber-criminal, but a popular game streamer, though she was still very much a hacker. In fact, the entire reason Olivia was even considering signing with Slutter was due to an incident where she was (allegedly) part of a hack and data leak involving several major game companies. Her (supposed) involvment tanked her brand and made her a toxic asset for all the other major video streaming services, blackballing her and leaving her with little other recourse.

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And that's where Olivia found herself now. In a private office space, sitting across from Asami Sato, the two seated on opposite ends of a massive and ornate glass conference table. The two were practically perfect opposites in both clothing and posture, with Sombra dressed casually in a loose hoodie, black shorts, and violet leggings, slouched over in her leather officer chair, whereas Asami sat perfectly straight up, prim and proper, looking absolutely stunning in her tailored-fit, custom-made business suit.

Pretending to read the physical contract in her hands, Olivia spared a glance over the top of the paper to look at Miss Sato. She had no love for corporate types and pampered C-suite bitches, especially ones peddling in porn and smut like Asami, but there was something about the young, beautiful executive that seemed...odd. It was the outfit, definitely, Olivia concluded. The skirt was just a little too short, showing off plenty of thigh, stocking, and even her garters; the shirt was buttoned a little too low, giving everyone an eyeful of Asami's cleavage. She seemed too happy, too dolled up, too eager to get the job done. Olivia had no idea what her deal was - maybe she was some sort of sexual predator who liked to surround herself with pretty girls - but if she and this company were so deadset on hiring her at any cost, Olivia was going to exploit that fact.

"Yeah, okay..." Olivia drawled, bored and listless, slowly setting the contract down She had been pretending to read it, but in truth only skimmed through part of it. It all seemed very standard. Very standard and very boring. "Everything seems to be in order here, but I do want a few more assurances from you, Miss Sato." Across the way, Asami leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, watching Olivia intently. "First, I know what your site is all about, but that isn't going to be me." Olivia held back most of her venom regarding Slutter's main draw, but she still made a distasteful face. "Namely, I am not some bimbo e-girl puta, flashing my body to the delight of a bunch of sweaty, basement dwelling virgins. I'm not going to get implants, I'm not going to dress up or cosplay or whatever. I'll conduct my streams the way I always have."

"Miss Colomar," Asami began, the picture of professionalism. If she held any anger towards Olivia due to her rant, she hid it very well. "We at Slutter provide ourselves with the content we produce, both erotic and pornographic content, but also safe-for-work content. We have plenty of streamers on our service who fulfill the role you just described. If you ever wanted to enter that world, of your own volition, then that would be fine. But, the main reason we have aggressively recruited you is you fulfill a different niche, being a big name games streamer with your own built in fanbase. Myself and my boss wish for you to be the cornerstone of our game streaming service, that is all."

The speech was well polished and presented, even capped off with a sterling smile from Asami, but Olivia was not impressed. It sounded rehearsed and fake to her cynical ear, and she saw Asami as nothing more than another corporate pig, speaking in buzzword and dancing on the strings of her masters. However, she also smelled desperation, and figured now was the time to throw the dice for one more payout.

"Also, hmm, well, I was thinking since I've been without a gig for so long and dealing with these legal fees, I could use a quick injection of cash to keep me afloat while I settle in on Slutter. So, I was thinking a little signing bonus for your new cornerstone streamer." Asami seemed unfazed by the demand, nor when Olivia sat up in her chair, leaning forward with a sly smile to finish with, "Maybe something to the tune of... a hundred gees?"

"Done!" Asami said, instantly and decisively. Damn! Olivia instantly regretted it, she should have asked for more. Oh, well, she really couldn't complain. A hundred grand was a hundred grand, after all.

"I'll have the check written up before you leave for today." Olivia sank back into her chair, feeling awfully pleased with herself, as Asami fished out her phone. "As for your legal issues, I have been told to assure you that, once you sign, you will be under the auspice of Slutter, and we will do everything in our power to shield you from these accusations." Asami began to swipe and type away on her phone. "As a matter of fact, I have brought out legal counsel for you to meet today."

The doors behind Asami opened up, revealing yet another beautiful woman in a strangely tight and revealing business suit. This legal counsel was also over seven-feet tall, had more muscles than a professional bodybuilder, and bright green skin. Immediately, Olivia sat up and took notice of this woman, and how her suit hid even less than Asami's - her gigantic tits barely contained by her blouse and jacket, and her monstrously large dumper of an ass hiking the skirt up so that it looked even shorter than it was.

"This is Jennifer Walters, our legal counsel and corporate lawyer." Asamia introduced the green giantess, Jennifer nodding and smiling to Olivia in turn. "She has been fully abreast on your situation and has prepared accordingly should any legal action be taken."

"I assure you, Miss Colomar, you will not pay a single cent to any of these companies, nor see a day inside a prison cell." Jen said, her deep contralto powerful and soothing, even if Sombra was distracted by her green skin, absurdly gorgeous Amazonian figure, and the fact that this corporate lawyer had pink streaks dyed into her platinum blonde hair.

Still, something the way Jen phrased it sounded condescending and patronizing. Olivia bristled. "Hey, I don't need no legal chicanery. I'm innocent."

"Oh, I'm sure you are." Jen said in a tone that suggested she didn't care one way or the other. "And I will defend that innocence until the bitter end."

"So," Asami started, smiling softly across the table with her fingers tented together. "Do we have anymore questions, Miss Colomar?"

Yeah, lots. Olivia could hardly contain her skepticism, narrowing her eyes and squinting the two corpo-bints down. Here she was, in huge financial and legal trouble, and she was given the golden opportunity out of the blue: a huge cash windfall and a legal shield, and what was Slutter getting out of it? She had done her research, she knew that the company was bleeding cash month after month, and the huge salary she demanded wouldn't help matters. They didn't run ads, they didn't take a cut from the money their content creators made from subscribers, their streaming service seemingly didn't have a revenue stream at all. Even if Olivia managed to recreate the high she had achieved on Twitch, Slutter wouldn't see a dime from it, and her contract would be costing them over a million dollars a year.

What the hell was the point of all of this?

However, despite her reservations, and despite characterizing Asami as **** earlier, Olivia was just as ****, if not moreso. She needed the money. She needed the legal help. This offer was either fishy or too good to be true, but Olivia didn't have the time or grace to question it.

"No, no..." Came her reply, a little sullen, as she took out her pen and flipped through the contract. "I just need to sign where you've marked it, right?"

Asami allowed herself a victorious, satisfied smirk. "Please put your signature on the red flags, the date on the blue ones, your initials on the green ones, and then print your name in full on the yellow ones.

Olivia grumbled as she got to work, cursing the corporate lifestyle for such a thick contract and for producing such mindless busywork, and the cursing herself for selling out. It took over ten minutes to sign everything and doublecheck her work.

"Okay. There. Done." Olivia tensed out in a frustrated tone, before angrily sliding the signed contract across the table into Asami's waiting hands. She huffed out a breath and then stood up. "Now, write me my check and I'll be on my - OOH!"

All of a sudden, Olivia's entire world began to spin and blur. Her head began to ache and pound, her skin going flush and hot, internal core temperature spiking. She swayed on her feet, feeling faint, before sinking back into the gargantuan leather chair, practically melting into a puddle of good. A strange fluttering began to roil in her stomach, soon spreading up to her extremities, which began to tingle in short order.

"Hmm, looks like someone didn't read all the way through." Asami cackled in a sinister, cruel voice. She couldn't see through bleary eyes, but Olivia could feel the mocking smile spread on the other woman's lips. Soft, dark laughter rang out, mixed with the flipping of papers. "I guess you were too busy snarking and acting like you're better than everyone to fully pay attention to the fine print. At least when Master got me with the same trick, I had read the contract in full."

Master? What on Earth was this crazy bitch talking about? And why did that word cause the fluttering sensation to surge and spike, sending ripples of heat through Olivia's chest, causing her to sigh and shudder.

Across the way, still unseen, Asami cleared her throat. "Here's the silver bullet that hopefully will correct that sass. 'Upon signing of this document, Olivia "Sombra" Colomar will become the property of Rob Daily, submitting herself mind, body, and soul, to be used in whichever manner he chooses, no matter how sexual or degrading it might be'."

Olivia's head swam, struggling to process the information presented to her. That didn't sound right. None of this sounded right. Except the mention that she was property of this "Rob Daily", that sounded nice. He sounded nice. Those words sent good vibrations through her whole body. Wait, no? She wasn't property. She couldn't be property. People weren't property. But the words said...

Heavy footfalls echoed from across the room, soon followed by a masculine voice speaking in a jovial manner. "Well, looks like you have things wrapped up nicely, ladies."

Olivia felt her body shiver involuntarily at the melodic sound of that voice - undoubtedly Rob Daily, who sounded as perfect and right as Sombra imagined. Delirium overtook her, sapping her of conscious thought and action, as Olivia became a prisoner to her own body and senses. She could hardly move or think, but she could hear Mr. Daily speak, and that was enough for her, especially as waves of heat rushed through her body, terminating at her groin and nipples.

"Heh, she looks pretty good with that brain-dead expression, don't you think?" Rob said with a laugh, Olivia laughing along in her mind. She certainly did, whoever she was, even though she couldn't see through the haze right now.

"Did I do good, sir? Did I please you, Master?" Now, Asami was speaking, her cool and professional tone replaced with something much more submissive, as if she were on her knees groveling to Rob Daily. "She signed the contract, just like me, so she'll become yours, too! Can I do anything else for you, sir? You know my entire life is at your disposal."

"Rooooobieeee~" Jen Walters whined, also stripped of any sort of professional demeanour. "I played my part, baby. Can you make me dumb again? I hate being smart! It's so boring and hard! I just want to be a dumb, slutty bimbo all day long!"

"Hmm, well, I don't know about that, Shulkie. You'll have to deal with being a wicked smart lawyer for a time, seeing as I think I'll give you to Asami."

Asami audibly gasped. "You mean...?"

"Say hello to Slutter's personal and permanent legal counsel and your latest bimbo girlfriend!"

"Oh my god, Master!" Asami practically squealed in delight. "You're far too kind! I can't wait to play with my new sexy, buff, big green bimbo girlfriend!"

Rob chuckled again, Olivia finding herself thickly and dumbling mimicking the noise. "Oh, and before we forget - Bimbo-Hulk!"

Then Jen Walter or Shulkie or whoever she was mad a high-pitched, hyper feminine trill, a noise of pure joy that caused envy and need to bubble in the pit of Olivia's stomach. "Gosh, Robbie, thank you, like, so much! I'm totes gonna be the best bimbo GF Missy Sami could ever ask for!"

Olivia was pretty sure that was Jen Walters talking, the former lawyer now sounding like the ultimate valley girl stereotype, and dumber than a pile of green bricks, to boot. But, even in her addled mind, Olivia had little time to dwell on this fact, as soon after, the sounds of raw, primal sex filled the room. Wet, meaty slapping sounds ringed out without any shame or concern for Olivia's presence. Not that she could do anything about the moaning and groaning and fucking, as Rob Daily clearly had his way with both women. All Olivia could do was feel the building, burning pleasure bloom inside of her, pulsing in time with every cry and moan that erupted from the opposite end of the room. Imagine what this mysterious Mr. Daily looked like, and what he was doing to both Asami and Shulkie.

Imagine what it would be like if it was her taking their places...

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Well over an hour later, both Asami and Shulkie were utter wrecks, reduced to fuck-drunk, cum-addled bodies on the floor, staring dreamily up at the ceiling.

Sombra much preferred it this way. It meant she got more one-on-one time with her new man.

Rob was fully nude and reclining in one of the office chairs, basking in his victory, with Sombra straddled across his lap, the Latina hacker happily embraced her new boss and owner, hands splayed against his broad chest, head resting in the crook of his shoulder. His great member still stood half-erect, Sombra's pert and perky bum resting across the great shaft. Even through her clothing, she could feel such great power and hunger emanate from such a beast. And the fact this was after her fucked those two bitches into unconsciousness. Oh, Sombra was going to like being Rob's property...

"Well, jefe, looks like you got what you wanted." Sombra murmured happily, nuzzling her cheek into Rob's neck and shoulder. "You're very own pet hacker and streamer to do whatever you want with." She pulled back and began to wriggled her hips against his lap, pleased by the response of Rob's great rod, feeling it stiffen and harden against her backside. "Do you want me to go on camera in something slutty and show off my body? Because I'll do it. I'll do anything for you, jefe."

Rob's expression was obscene and licentious, smiling in great joy over how wonderfully compliant Sombra was. Putty in his hands. Not to mention her beautiful dusky skin and that slender, flexible body. He was definitely going to have fun with her.

But, truth was, Sombra was more than just his pet hacker/streamer and another hot piece of ass. "I am more than glad to see you change your tune, darling." Rob purred, as Sombra unzipped her hoodie and tossed it aside. He moved his own hands deftly to slip her thin tanktop off and likewise discard it, marveling at her smooth, taut tummy and beautiful, perky breasts. Thick, meaty fingers gently ran themselves through her hair, following from where it was parted, swooping along to the dyed tips. Sombra shut her eyes and moaned through pursed lips, a deep, musical sound that reminded Rob of the thrum of a hot rod's engine.

"But the whole reason I wanted you Sombra is something far greater than parading you out to the world as a slutty e-girl. I have a very, very special task in mind for you."

"Whatever you want from me... Master~" Tiring of foreplay, Sombra leaned back in for a kiss, her lips hot and hungry, while she reached back, taking a hold of Rob's cock with nimble, skilled fingers. She was ready and willing for whatever task her new Master at set up, but Sombra also knew, Rob wanted her for both body and mind. And right now, it was her body that needed stimulus and pleasure the most.