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  • The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds fingering ago. “Ah! No! Ahhh!” Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable fall to the ground below. “Ugh!” She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a heavy thud and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator. “Uuuhhh…” She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a suddenly prominent point of red flashing light. The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her. Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building's roof, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different handjob from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit for its very unique purpose. With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. “W-what did you do to me!” Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker's ears. Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle, “I beat you.” She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes, “Now sleep, things will be different when you wake korean up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it.” “W-what? W-... Uhh..” Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its hold on her. Tracer’s dreams were less than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away. A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark to be real. Movement, pain, music? Flowers? Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscles lick aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress. “I-I’m alive…” she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all, “Where… Where am blowjob I… Who's there?...” she asked, her eyes opening to narrow slits, the bright light of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person. “Welcome home, mon amour.” Came a far too familiar voice, the rich French accent soft and unconcerned. Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing hardcore herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of weapons, armours and accelerators, to do more than sit up. After the brief struggle that left her in an upright position, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually bright voice sounding worn out, “What… What did you do to me?” “Nothing I won't regret. Tea?” Came the voice, oddly… Casual. His body landed on me and his front legs wrapping around me, the claws catching my right side. The group notices Ron’s exchange with Wendy. She massaged me. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. I, of course, was excited and curious. So relaxing and so natural. I was expecting to wake up with your hard cock fucking my ass.” He laughed with the results of his action. “How? I can feel my cum slowly drip on my balls as we lay there. I have travelled to the surface with the captives seized from Vengeful lick Goddess. It was only when we had gone a dozen or so feet I realized she was taking me somewhere. Those 2 men were staring at my engorged, very wet, twitching pussy at I lost control of myself. I hardcore had to satisfy these judges. After my hand was past the initial entrance I kept I kept it balled in a fist so it would go deeper and she was soon reluctantly responding. She pressed it through my bush to my pussy lips. “Mom I can’t even jerk blowjob off!” I exclaimed. They all had quite a few drinks by then. “No we fingering have to arrest everyone who was at the Ball,” the Sergeant laughed, “All the men anyway!” Whether that is shit, piss, vomit, or whatever other nasty things the human body is capable of, you will consume it without so much as a peep.” The other ladies in the room smiled as the bartender explained my new job. The anticipation of what I was about to do was very exciting to korean me, even though I wasn’t sure exactly why. It was ok during the day, but it was always cold in the mornings. Her green eyes and dimpled smile is what first handjob drew him to her. I tried to talk her into wearing the other one, arguing that it was unlikely anybody else was at the beach, but no luck. Thank you for doing that….