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33Chapter 4: Overwatch: Weaving the Widow's Web

Weaving the Widow's Web

By: Futa-Fairy

All characters are in their traditional outfits.

Thoughts appear in bold, "Like this yo!"

Warning: Futa on Futa towards the end

It had been quite some time since anyone had seen or heard from Amélie Lacroix. The beloved wife of dedicated Overwatch agent Gérard Lacroix. The elegant woman was kidnapped and soon after Gérard was assassinated. Everyone in Overwatch presumed her to be dead—or perhaps they didn't want to entertain the thought of something worse happening.

On a later during a mission being run by Commander Morrison, Ana Amari was there providing the team with her unmatched sniping abilities. She took down one after the other of Talon's forces before enemy sniper fire took down two of her team.

"Amari! Take out that sniper ASAP!" shouted Morrison through the coms.

"Roger that sir!" Ana jumped into action leaving her vantage point to find a more open view of the battlefield.

Another shot whistled through the air and found its target. Three party members had been killed. But, that last shot gave the sniper's position away. Ana darted through the window and sliding down the roof. After she jumped off the edge of the roof into the adjacent house she set up in the next window staring down a narrow alleyway. The anticipation and wait forced sweat to slowly run down her light brown skin. Her black hair waved slowly in the wind and she squinted her eyes to focus down the scope.

The Talon agent peered its head around the wall briefly and Ana took her shot. The bullet barely ricocheted off the very corner of the wall before making contact with the left side of the agent's mask. The agent stood back up grimacing and glaring down Mrs. Amari.

"I-It can't be!? Amélie! She wasn't dead. Talon kidnapped her but that means the one who most likely killed Gérard was…" Before Ana could finish her thought, Amélie took her shot and hit Ana in her right eye. Blood pooled in her hand as she cupped her eye in pain. Ana rolled around on the ground in agony. However, the real pain wasn't from getting shot, it came from knowing she almost killed a once good friend.

Morrison had finished the mission with the remaining group and they were already en route to pick up Ana. Per Ana's request, they also picked up the badly wounded Amélie, in hopes that the Overwatch head doctor Angela Ziegler could undo whatever twisted sorcery Talon had done.

After the mission, the many wounded and severely injured agents poured through the med bay doors. Their screams and cries for help did not fall on deaf ears. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler would make sure no hero dies. The doctor was the best at what she did.

"Keep it moving people! We have to get the heavily wounded into stabilizing pods ASAP." shouted Angela as she held a clipboard in hand trying to take the name of all who came in through those doors.

"Doctor, the Talon agent we recovered is in your personal med lab."

"Thank you, I'll be in shortly."

Angela was indeed a top-notch doctor and scientist. However, while no one could question the fact that her methods seemed to work—some might say they go too far. The blonde doctor walked into her med lab—her breasts bounced with each and every strut, her hair seemingly glowing like that of an angel. Her pink luscious lips parted as she began talking to Amélie who was tittering on the edge of consciousness.

Angela began letting the anesthesia flow and pull Amélie completely out of consciousness. The operation was done without Overwatch fully knowing what lengths Angela was taking in order to not only stabilize Amélie but also try and end the mind control Talon had over her. The line between Angela's humanity was often cloudier than most would dare to think. Behind her kind and truly caring demeanor was an angel that sought to wield the power over life and death.

"Quick, bring me more of the ingredient Y vials, she'll need the hormones." commanded Angela to the only assistant in the room.

"But won't that throw her hormones and tissue regeneration out of balance?"

"Don't question me just do it!"

The operation was fifteen hours long and most of that was Angela trying to reset Amélie's brain patterns to match that of a normal unaltered person. Talon used more than a device, they used trauma to break down Amélie's brain. Angela couldn't begin to imagine the horrors this young woman must have faced.

"Doctor she's waking up! W-What should I do?!"

"Increase the gas, she's not ready to regain consciousness yet."

Amélie's eyes cracked open, her vision was blurry but to her; it appeared that an angel had been sent down to rescue her. She could make out the blurred image of a light-skinned, blonde angel looking over her, her smile bright as the rising sun. In her mind, she cried out for the angel to bring her husband back. The more she regained consciousness the more the horrors of what she had done bombarded her mind edging her to the brink of insanity.

Her heart rate began to rise as she remembers the suppressed images of killing her husband. Walking home as if nothing had happened, hugging her love and feeling relieved in his embrace—only to slide a dagger out of her boot and quickly slit his throat. The blood covering her face as she felt no remorse, just the cold breeze that drifted through the house. All her emotions came rushing back all the faces she saw just before she pulled the trigger and ended their lives in an instant.

"Doctor her heart rate is…!"

"I know, I'll give her a dose of the anesthesia, she'll go into cardiac arrest if this keeps up."

Weeks had passed and Amélie finally began to regain consciousness from her walk with death. Angela hovered over her, the presence of Mercy was enough to calm the most troubled soul of any man, woman, or child.

"Take it easy, you'll need a little time to adjust to the changes." said Angela as she lightly grasped Amélie's hand.

"Changes? W-What's this lady talking about?... where am I?" Amélie thought. Her eyes opened wide taking in her surroundings. She looked at the hand Mercy was holding—it couldn't have been her hand it was blue!

Amélie snatched her hand away from Mercy grasp. "What have you done to me!?" she screamed.

"Please calm down, there was…" said Mercy before Amélie interjected.

"Get away from me you witch!" she shouted before getting up and pulling all wires and I.V. off herself.

"You really must wait, you still have some complications!"

As Amélie got up the patient robe she had on loosened and fell to the floor revealing her long and slender yet toned legs leading up to her ample butt that bounced with the rapid movement. Amélie's tight waist gave way to her blossoming bosom but, there was something else—something that wasn't there before.

"W-What have you done to me!?" Amélie said, in pure shock as she and Mercy gazed at the slowly hardening blue member between Amélie's sexy legs. The growth swelled and slowly bounced up into the chilled air. Only then did Amélie notice the large orbs resting underneath. She was no stranger to sex but, the size of her newly acquired organs were a bit strange—not only because they shouldn't be on her but because of just how big she was in that department.

"Is this some sick joke you play on your enemy's?! Do all in your care end up freaks?!" Amélie shouted in anger.

"You aren't our enemy! And as for that well… it's happened before but, never did they end up being that ~big~." Mercy whispered that last part to herself as she felt a hotness come over her whilst she gazed upon the throbbing member.

"Where is my husband? He'll make you pay for this!"

"Y-Your husband is well… dead." replied Mercy not knowing what to say since Amélie was bound to have some memory loss with the attempt at reclaiming her from Talon's brainwashing.

"He's dead." Amélie stood there knowing deep down—that she spoke the truth. Then much to Mercy's dismay Amélie's memories all came flooding back to her. The tragic murder of her husband by her own hands. The torture Talon put her through all leading up to the present. She broke out in a feverish sweat falling to the floor, her hands breaking her fall as she stared at the ground.

Mercy slowly walked toward the visibly distraught woman. Her concern was genuine but that wasn't what was on Amélie's mind. "Come dear, you really should rest, you'll feel better after you lay down."

"Feel better? After my rendez-vous avec la mort?" The blue-skinned woman broke out in a chilling laugh throwing her left hand over her face as she laughed heartily. "I feel nothing anymore"

Amélie darted toward Mercy and tackled her to the ground. Still laughing she grabbed Mercy's face with her hand and forced her to pucker her mature lips. "I will make you loathe the day you brought me back from the death I deserved." Amélie then leaned in and passionately kissed Mercy. Wrestling and forcing the older woman's tongue into submission.

Amélie then broke their kiss as she grasped the base of her heavy member and slapped Mercy across the face with it. "Ça pique, n'est-ce pas?" Amélie then walked toward the window before turning around. "I have been made a widow by my own hands, now I'll ensure others share my fate—I am the Widowmaker. Adieu." Amélie gave Mercy a wink before she leaped out of the window and disappeared into the fast approaching night.

A couple weeks had passed since that day and Angela was feeling none the better. The blonde laid on the grey couch in her apartment staring at the TV. Her more risky operations always had side effects and it wasn't even uncommon for a patient to die in such a risky operation but this, this rocked her to the core.

"Cheers, love! Whatcha up to eh?" chimed an always joyful Lena 'Tracer' Oxton. "Oh blimey, what's got your knickers in a knot?"

Mercy smiled raising her head from the gloom and doom she'd been in for roughly a week. She envied how joyful tracer was, despite any circumstances. "*sniff* Oh it's nothing, I'm fine." Mercy said forcing a smile on her face.

"It'll do ya no good lying to me, love! You'll feel better if ya tell me what's got you so gutted?" Tracer blinked around the room dropping off her bag before swiftly sitting on the couch—placing Mercy's feet in her lap so she could sit down.

"You're always so persistent—well if you must know, that woman I was working on."

"The French one right?"

"Yes her, every one of the old Overwatch guard knew her. But it seems I've set her on a very dark path in my attempt to save her."

"I heard you used the experimental hormones to try and stabilize her like you did me, didn't you?"

Mercy looked away from Tracer, staring at her thumbs while she twiddled them about nervously. Tracer gave a sigh before leaning over and lightly sliding her finger along Mercy's chin. "You needn't beat yourself up so much. Her path is her own now—no use crying over spilled milk."

"You're right… How bout we watch a movie? It's my turn to pick too!" cheered Mercy, her feet fidgeting with excitement in Tracer's lap. "Hmm? Seems someone's gotten a little too excited." swooned Mercy, she began to purposefully rub her smooth, delicate feet along Tracer lap.

"H-Hey, you know I'm sensitive there!" Tracer couldn't hold back displaying how good she was feeling.

Mercy was quite proficient with her feet and deftly pulled down the zipper on Tracer's iconic outfit. Her hard cock burst forth, flicking a bit of precum onto Mercy's cheek. The blonde sensually licked it off as she began to give Tracer a foot-job.

"Oh, t-that's bloody marvelous, love!" Tracer squirmed unable to find a proper outlet for her sensations. Precum flowed from her tip like a slow-moving river. It covered Mercy's feet and lathered all over Tracer's own rod.

"Hmp, I think that's enough for tonight." said Mercy as she got up from the couch and stood in front of the TV with her yoga pants on.

"W-What?! Y-you can't stop now." protested Tracer, the brunette stood up on the couch, her heavy apple sized balls swinging with every motion—her girlcock bobbing its head up and down in wanton desire.

"You've had enough fun Lena dear—you couldn't handle me anyways." Mercy bent over pushing her yoga pants to the absolute limit to contain her big ass. She looked back at Tracer giving a devilish grin.

Tracer dashed forward and thrust straight through Mercy's pants—impaling the doctor with her hard cock. "Eek! Not so sudden."

"This is what you get for teasing me like that." said Tracer as she grasped the blonde's wide hips and forced her swelling cock all the way in her. Mercy's eyes shot wide open haven taken the full length of Tracer.

"Verdammt, have you always been this big?" Mercy was no stranger to Tracer's member but, something had the British girl more excited than usual.

"Well, you did give me this trouser snake, now allow me to show you how thankful I am, heyah!"

Tracer was always one for speed and when it came to making love she was no different. Her pace was always quick and precise—the brown-haired beauty switched gears like she was racing always keeping Mercy off balance and begging for more.

"L-Lena dear, ahh; you've got me so wet! Fuck me harder!" moaned the medic.

"Let's see how you handle this!" Tracer lifted Mercy up and carry fucked her. Tracer showed no signs of slowing down. Mercy's love juices flowed from her like ripe fruit had just been bitten into—the fluids glistened as they covered Tracer's cock and balls.

"And here's the finish! 3, 2, 1! Heyah!" Tracer dropped Mercy deep onto her thick girlcock—her turgid member kissing against the older medic's clenching womb. Tracer unleashed her spunk by the pint into Mercy's womb filling her to the brim with her hot cum.

"Oh god! Tracer… there's so much! I-I can't think straight." Mercy's eyes went crossed as she body gave into the pure pleasure and bliss.

"Wow, that was quite a dandy wasn't it haha?" Tracer gave a lite laugh while rubbing the back of her head. "Umm… Mercy, you never told me if my sperm is fertile... Mercy… Mercy?" The brunette laid Mercy down only to find she was already fast asleep. No doubt knocked out from the pleasure.

"Well, guess I'll ask in the morning. I gotta get home."

Tracer darted out of Mercy's house and down the dark street. She hadn't realized just how long she was at Mercy's place it was already past midnight and the city had a curfew to avoid any more assassination incidents—no doubt the work of that blue-skinned harlot!

Tracer kept up a brisk pace trying not to tarry on too long in the empty streets. Her ample ass hugged tightly against her suit, hips swinging from side to side. Twenty minutes into her walk she began to feel an uneasy presence around her.

"Hmm, aw bugger—I feel like I'm being watched." Tracer was feeling more and more uneasy. Her once calm walk turned into a brisk jog, her eyes scanning the rooftops for the presence she felt looming over her.

While her eyes were focused on what was up above the young agent tripped over a pothole in the alley and fell right on her face.

"Oh, bloody hell… Ow ow, that smarts!" Tracer tweaked her ankle and cut up her knee bad. "Well aint this just dandy. I doubt this can get much worse."

"Oh, what a foolish little gal."

Tracer knew that sultry tone… and it was the last thing she wanted to her right now. "Well, come on then! Do your worst." shouted Lena slowly gathering herself.

Widowmaker swooped in from Tracer's left and kicked her into the side of a dumpster. The assassin quickly tied the wild agent's hands behind her back and smashed the heel of her boot into Lena's cheek.

"Looks like your time is up." said a grinning Widowmaker.

"We'll see about that! Let's try that again!" shouted Tracer as she rewound time before she tripped. "I've got'cha now! Whee!"

"Merde! You won't get off that easily."

The skirmish had begun on the once quiet streets. A hail of bullets rained all around in that alley. Widow swung around a corner and Tracer darted after her. The brown-haired vixen rounded the corner only to find that Widow had somehow disappeared. The Overwatch agent progressed with extreme caution.

"Now, where could she be." Tracer walked forward one too many steps and triggered widow's poison mine. Her vision became blurry and her movements weak and loose.

"Even when you reverse time you make the same mistakes. Hyaa!" Widow jumped down from a terrace and damaged Tracer's chronal accelerator. "Now, where were we?"

Widow leaned in and cupped Tracer's chin with her hand, pulling the young woman in for a passionate kiss. Widow's tongue dominated the mouth of the smaller woman and filled Tracer with a heat the likes of which she had never felt before. The kiss was long and each second it went on the cheeks of Tracer became more and more flushed. Tracer could feel herself getting wet, she could feel a deep stirring in her loins.

"I can't believe she's getting me this hot… t-this is wrong! I have to resist!" Tracer was fighting in her mind to maintain some level of control on this bizarre situation.

"Oh, what tis this?" swooned Widow running her long dainty fingers along the bulge in Tracer's tight pants. The assassin slowly pulled down the zipper and gave a devilish smile when she saw how painfully hard Tracer was. "You must really like me."

The blue-skinned bombshell wasted no time in going down on tracer's throbbing member. And she was beyond skilled at blowjobs Tracer was reaching her climax faster than ever before.

"Oh god!" exclaimed Tracer uttering the first real words aside from the moans she struggled to stifle back. "Hmpf, this is a big one!" The young woman exploded in the warm, moist mouth of her assailant.

Widow's cheeks puffed up quickly, she struggled to swallow down the torrent of cum that Tracer unloaded in her mouth. The mature French woman pulled off the depleted cock and smacked it a few times. "Ooh la la, that was quite the load—I suppose that doctor can't cure you like moi. Although, it is a shame you're done so soon… more fun for me I suppose."

Tracer was fatigued and could hardly move a finger; she laid on the cold ground and watched in awe as Widow stood, cum dripping from the sides of her mouth. She turned around and gave the young woman a full view of her big round ass—the temptress that was Widowmaker even shook her ass a little eyeing Tracer's reaction.

"See something you like madam?" she sensually lifted her shoulders out of the catsuit and began to slowly pull it off her smooth body—the display was simply erotic. She pulled it over her ass, the flesh bounced ever so slightly when she did. "Unfortunately for you little girl, my ass is not on le menu… however, yours is on special tonight."

The tall slender woman turns as she shook off the last bit of her catsuit to release the weapon that lay beneath. Tracer's face went from exhaustion to shock, "Blimey, i-its bigger…" Widow quickly cut her off as she stood tall with her legs taking a wide stance. "Than yours cherie? haha, your little doctor friend said the same thing as she came countless times whilst I plowed into her." The long purplish member dangled between the assassin's legs is a semi-hard state nearly reaching her knees.

"B-but why are you going this?" question Tracer looking on in fear.

"Why, you ask? Because, having women drench my cock with their cum, is the only thing that makes me feel alive." Widow rushed Tracer and flipped her on her stomach. She rubbed and slide her rapidly hardening cock in and out of Tracer's surprisingly large bubble butt. Widow took noticed and smashed Tracer's cheeks around and cock. "You should be proud of this, it's nearly as magnifique as mine"

Tracer arched her back due to Widow's command and now she truly felt just how long Widow's cock was, it wasn't much thicker than her own or at all but it was reaching very far up her back and had to be at least foot long and it was probably more!

"H-hey, how about I suck you off one good love? No, need to go impaling me on that there rod." Tracer joked with an uneasy laugh.

"O? I suppose you don't get much use of your 'womanhood' now do you? Alas, neither do I... I shall have mercy on you and show the pleasure you once knew." Said Widow in her icy tone.

Tracer took an audible *gulp* and faced toward grimacing in anticipation to the large intrusion. The brown-haired beauty wouldn't admit it but, she was soaking wet, deep down she knew something about this turned her on—somewhere in her mind; she wanted this more than anything.

Widowmaker spread Tracer's ample behind giving her a good view of the speedsters dripping womanhood, Lena's balls swung ever so slightly. The assassin lined up her weapon and prodded at the puckering entrance. Tracer's pussy was twitching wildly and the heat emanating from it met with Widow's piping hot cock and nearly set both girls off right there.

Widow had enough of the poking and probing, she placed her hands on Tracer's thin waist and grabbed hard—the purple bombshell slowly pulled Lena deep onto her throbbing erection and filled very inch of her pussy.

"Oh, god I'm so full… t-take it out it's too much!" moaned Tracer.

"Hmpf, please cherie… I think you can endure… that blonde doctor of yours certainly enjoyed herself."

Widowmaker wasted no more time, she began to pump in and out of Lena's twitching wet snatch giving her full long strokes. The Overwatch agent did everything in her power to hold back the moans of ecstasy trying to escape her mouth. She bit down on her lip squeezing her eyes shut. Widow just kept pounding away at Tracer's pussy. The brunette's womanhood was making all kinds of lewd sounds as it hungered for all of Widow's mighty member.

"O-Oh by the heavens! I'm cumming!" screamed Tracer. Her now erect member dangled between her legs and began to unleash her seed onto the ground. Widow took notice and quickly grabbed Tracer's erection and while stroking more of its sweet nectar out; she pointed it at Lena's cute face.

"Waste not my dear." Is all Widow said while Tracer blasted her massive load in her own face. Tracer had been holding herself up with her arms but they gave way under the intensity of her own orgasm. The beauty's face fell in a pool of her own cum.

"I'm losing my mind… all I can feel is pleasure."

"That's right cherie, give in to your lust. Feel my cock throbbing deep inside you and accept all of it!" Widowmaker started to ram her cock faster and harder into Tracer's abused and sobbing pussy. The force of each powerful thrust sent ripples through Tracer plump rear. The assassin's cock glistened in the moonlight from the thick coating of juices Tracer's snatch covered it in.

"Argh, yes! I've never felt more alive!" Widow gave one more powerful thrust and forced her cock as deep as it would go—unloading her burning hot spunk in Lena's womb.

Tracer came in an instant, she'd never been filled up before. She placed a hand on her stomach and felt as the sperm churned inside of her. Her gut swelled as Widow showed no signs of slowing down.

"It's t-too much! Pull out! I'm going to break!" yelled Tracer as her stomach continued to swell. Widow fell backward from the power of her own orgasm and popped her monstrous cock out of the abused snatch of Tracer.

The assassin's cum sprayed for a few seconds more while her cock swung wildly raining down upon the girls. Widow not only filled Tracer up to the brink but had enough left to cover herself in her own spunk. The purple woman licked some of it off her face and smiled. It was sweet, thick, and everywhere.

Widowmaker stood up with her still semi-erect cock dripping the last bits of cum onto the ground as she strutted over to the immobile Tracer. A wide grin spread across her face. She turned Tracer over onto her back, her filled belly wobbled as her eyes creaked open looking at her assailant. Widowmaker towered above the bloated woman—she took in the sight of her victory then slapped her meaty cock on the girls face and smeared the remaining cum onto Lena's pretty face.

Widowmaker grabbed her catsuit and stuffed herself back in it turning toward Tracer and saying, "Adieu, cherie".