Retribution

Emily went to visit moira for one last checkup of synchronisation with her new armor. They greeted each other politely but Moria didn’t seem to be particularly chatty with her. After a few tests such as measurements of vitals and blood samples for the database, Emily was sat on a chair and Moira was behind her working on the main column of her new armor, now retracted as Emily wore a hospital gown over the rest of her body. Emily took a breath and gathered a bit of the fabric in her hand.

“Soo… How is Lena?”

“Oxton? Ah well, she is doing better. You did quite a number on her.”

“Oh… Will she be alright?”

“I think so, she was always a resilient one.”

Emily sighed with slight relief. “What will happen to her now?”

“I think she got an assignment, so far she accepted.” Moira looked over Emily and noticed that the expression on Emily’s face softened but was still strained in worry. “If you worry if she forgives you or not, you can literally tell her to do that and she probably would consider how submissive she has become.”

“I know! It just wouldn’t be honest…”

“Ordering her around didn’t seem to bother you before you came here.”

Emily didn’t respond and Moira didn’t care to push the matter further. It has been a few more silent minutes before Emily was engulfed in her armor again and ready to go to see Bob after all the preparation.

She slowly walked back to Bob’s quarters, while she wasn’t fully aware where the base was, Emily was getting a good lay of the land and was navigating them easily by now. She entered to see Bob sitting at his desk, just reading some documents. He looked up to see Emily enter his office.

“Ah Emily, I see the new armor is done for you, how does it feel?”

“Hm…. Empowering, I feel like I could probably lift a truck with it.”

“Hah, you probably can! But that’s not why you are here right now. I was thinking about how to punish you for what you have done.” He pressed a button on the console attached to his desk.

“Oh, I am ready to take any punishment needed…. Uh?” Emily said with her gaze glued to the floor until her eyes snapped up as she felt the armor tighten slightly around her frame she was unable to move now because of it, it kept her muscles locked in place either by just holding her down or somehow else restraining her movement. She then felt an electric buzz against her crotch area, not necessarily unpleasant but it was there anyway. Next was the feel of artificial moisture around her rear plucker. Bothe sensations made her blush.

Bob got up from his chair and walked around Emily, stopping in front of her, he reached with his hand for her chest and fondled it for a moment. The armor retracted out of the way of his hand as it neared the area. His hand roamed and squeezed Emily’s breast for a while, causing her breathing to grow heavier, her legs would be shaky if not for the armor keeping them standing steady. The mix of sensations was slightly overwhelming. He pinched each of her nipples in his hand and pulled on them causing her to yelp and her eyes to water, bringing her full attention to Bob now.

“At first I intended for you to be your girlfriend’s handler for me but I guess you can’t do that responsibly now can you?”

“S-sorry! Sir.” Her voice shook with the mix of feelings she felt, slight fear, excitement, dread and a pinch of pain.

“It’s not me who should be apologised to, regardless you wont get out of your punishment that easily.” Bob clapped twice and the armor shifted again, retracting from most of her body, dragging her arms behind her back and cuffing them together. She could somehow move but without the reinforcement of the armor she was weak compared to Bob, who used that to his advantage and dragged her over his desk and bent her over it.

“I have good data that you haven’t tried nor liked the idea of trying it, that will be a good punishment then.”

“Wha… oh no no no no.” Emily fidgeted after she felt Bob’s finger testing now her lubricated asshole.

“Too late for that.” Bob pulls his pants down and aims his semi hard cock against Emily’s asshole. He pushed it with moderate ease thanks to the lubrication and was basically sucked in by the tightness of it and began to thrust against her. Emily groaned in pain of her asshole being forcefully stretched by the dick hardening in it. Emily felt dulled pleasure that caused her cunt to moisture but not much besides that and she tried to thrash against the desk but was held down by Bob.

“It hurts…”

“You didn’t seem to care what Lena felt, though.”

That shut her up again and Bob continued to jerk himself off using her asshole. As he groaned, feeling satisfied with the level of his hardon he snapped his fingers and a device registered the gesture, a moment or two later the door to the office clicked and a figure entered, it took a moment for Emily to figure out who it was in the outfit of this shape before the person stepped into the light. Emily gasped, she would probably cover up her face if she could, but instead she was left gaping. Tracer didn’t pay her much attention, she just did her customary bow with her maid dress and approached Bob. “Have you called for me, sir?”

“Yes! If I am clear the bitch here I am disciplining now wronged you recently, right?”

Tracer spared a glance at writhing Emily, who was gritting her teeth desperately. “Um, yes, I think she played with me too roughly.”

“Good, good, I think her punishment will only end when you accept her apology. Seems fair, doesn’t it?” Tracer nodded, her smile not really breaking and she kept looking at Bob. “Alright, stand there and let's see what Emily has to say.” Tracer moved in front of Emily on the other side of the desk and Bob gave Emily’s ass a slap. “Did you listen or do I have to repeat myself?”

“L-lena! ARGH! I am very sorry for what I’ve done, I really love you! Ughhh…”

“Did that sound sincere?” Bob asked Tracer, who after a moment of staring at Emily and shook her head. Bob slapped Emily’s rear thrusting again into her, deeper, spreading her even more, making her groan. “Well, try again. You can only feel pleasure if you get forgiven, I can’t even control it. The armor’s blockades are connected to miss Oxton’s voice.” The next thrust made Emily tear a little and she gasped for air.

“Lena, please forgive me… I was too cruel, the control got to me and I wanted to use it all and I hurt you, please forgive me…”

Tracer stared at Emily a bit and clutched the side of her dress for a moment in her fist but let go and sighed, closing her eyes and then opening them after a moment, her now red irises looked at Emily for a silent moment only filled with Emily’s faint groans. “Fine, I forgive you Em, I know you are great and I know you mean it.” She put her hand on top of Emily’s head and just like that Emily could feel pleasure from the pounding he was receiving and her groans of moderate pain turned into growing pleasure from her ass being rammed. Her frown turned into a slight smile.

“Well that settles it.” Bob squeezed Emily’s butt and she moaned as he pulled her closer onto her dick. “Tracer, I believe watching your girlfriend get fucked got you quite wet, yes?” Tracer stiffened but donned her professional maid smile and nodded while looking at Bob. “Well then, it would be mean for me to not involve you, get on the desk, hike your dress up and move your panties aside for Emily to give you a licking.” Bob suggested and Tracer’s smile widened, she got onto the desk and spread her legs over it’s sides, scooting towards Emily’s face, pulling her dress up and then pushing her panties down. Emily didn’t need much encouragement, her moans soon became muffled between Tracer’s thighs. After a few moments of licking, Tracer pushed her hands on top of Emily’s head and pushed her deeper into her crotch and moaned herself, beginning to grind against the desk to push herself against Emily’s tongue. Bob smiled at that and commented. “Well, don’t worry, the suit makes it so she will cum when we do.” Bob gripped Emily’s thighs and began to thrust rougher than before, they went at it for quite a bit, he was holding back to enjoy the show tracer gave him of moaning and fidgeting from the licking she received. He found it somewhat cute and almost distracting from the pounding he gave to Emily. But no less he felt himself twitch after a few more moments of enjoying the show and filled Emily’s ass with his seed, which caused Emily to double her efforts on Lena who in turn squeezed her legs around Emily’s head and moaned as she came on Emily’s face. Tracer’s thighs almost fully muffled the loud moan of Emily as she finally was able to cum.

Bob sat back on his office chair, still stroking himself a little as he watched the aftermath on his desk. Tracer propped herself with her arms and leaned back a little, taking a breath herself. Emily laid there just panting sprawled on the desk.

“So Tracer, you haven’t been with a guy before?”

“No not really?”

“And I am pretty sure you find me quite hot, yes?”

“Well… umm... “ She paused but shrugged at herself. “Yeah, I was wondering how it felt for Emily, she seems…” Tracer pokes Emily’s head to get only a pleasant groan back. ...to be enjoying it.”

“She didn’t suck me dry with her ass, so I can go again, wanna try it yourself?”

Tracer blinked a few times looking at Bob’s face then slowly down to his crotch, she bit her lip. “I mean… um… Yeah, yes I think I would.” The room went silent for a moment before Bob spoke up again.

“If you don’t know where to start, try touching it.”

Tracer slid off the desk and went to Bob, she extended her hand on his semi hard dick and her slender palm wrapped around it carefully, she felt the girth of it nicely and moved it around, trying to imagine how it would feel inside of her but failing mostly, what she did manage to think of made her shudder.

“I would like to try…” She looked up at Bob and he nodded back at her.

“Sure, turn around.”

Tracer did turn around wordlessly and felt Bob grib her by her sides. He lifted her up easily and pulled her over above his lap. She figured she may as well make sure her panties are still pulled aside and moved her hands down there. “Now grab it again and guide it in as I lower you down.” She did as instructed and pulled his shaft towards her cunt, Tracer moaned as the tip sank between her cuntlips. The moan got Emily’s attention waking her up and moving her head to the side looking at the two. Tracer finally was lowered to the base of the shaft, and as she did she tightly held onto Bob’s arms that guided her down. He moved his hips under her to give her an idea and she moved hers in kind, finding the right angle and rhythm she started bouncing on his dick and moaning.

“Mmmm… Bugger, that's pretty good ahhh…” She said dreamily as she clumsily rode Bob’s cock.

Bob looked over Tracer to see Emily starting. “Well, Emily, are you going to watch or will you help us?” He asked and Emily, while still bound, slid off the desk to her knees and slowly waddled her way towards them and pressed her face onto the point where Bob’s shaft stuck out of Tracer’s cunt and started kissing and licking again. That caused both Bob and Tracer to moan, Bob held Tracer steady with his arms around her and she just started moving her hips more while reeling secure, her eyes closed she just moaned and enjoyed herself in the act. Same for Bob, between the pleasant squeezes of Tracer’s cunt on his dick and Emily licking the base of his shaft sendling ticklish pleasant sensations through him he could say he was in heaven. Suddenly all his doubts about starting the whole project were settled, it was worth it just for moments like this. They kept at it for a while, Bob even started to massage Tracer’s clit whenever Emily’s face wasn’t in the way. He could feel himself twitch inside Tracer as the now-maid began to moan louder and squeeze him much harder down there. Her movements lost a bit of grace and planning, Bob grinned and just pushed himself against her, allowing himself to fill her with his hot seed.

Again it took them a moment to recover but Bob was the first one to speak out. “Before you ask, Moira made sure that I can’t knock you up unless I intend to.” That got a sigh from Tracer who was now back on her feet and making sure her dress was back in its palace properly, at least as much as it could. He stretched in his chair and moved his arms around.

“Anyway, I think the matters here are sorted, get Emily and clean her up. You two will share quarters.”

“As you wish.” Tracer bowed, slightly wobbly but still showing the full protocol she learned from Doomfist. She then reached for Emily and led her out of the office.

A/N: And like that we reached 33 step in this story branch, catching up to the deepest one in Written Ownership so far! I want to thank everyone who read, liked and contributed. It's really inspiring and fun to write for you guys! I hope to hear more constructive criticisms and suggestions as we go further with the story.

My question for now is... Did you guys enjoy the side interactions between members of Bob's harem? As small as they may be. Which side relationships between the harem's members would you like to see explored more? Do you have any pairings in mind for characters established in the story or future characters going forward?