Extension May Drabble #3 (Patreon)
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Reaper/Talon Agents/(Sombra) – Olivia keeps up being a little voyeurist. The whole incident is just so interesting and fun!
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Olivia’s fingers are flying over the keyboard, trying to get the cameras around the Talon gym into a good angle, but nothing seems to work when all the Agents are swarming around Reaper trying to be the first to dick him raw and get their load out.
She growls with annoyance, finger slamming on a button while pulling a mic toward her mouth.
“Hey assholes! Step aside a bit, mommy wants a front-row seat.”
She can’t hear herself over the video feed, but she can see them all jumping when her voice suddenly blares through the gym speakers, briefly pulling them out of their frenzy of feeling up Reaper’s fat ass.
They look at each other, one half a bit more confused than the other. Apparently not everybody had known about what she has been paid to do and what would happen there today, which made their complete willingness to rape the edgy asshole at the first opportunity even more hilarious to her.
After just a bit of tussle, though, they finally move aside enough for her to get the perfect viewing angle.
“There you go. Thank youuu,” she sing-songs, then cuts off the mic again so she could just enjoy the show in private. She’s pretty sure he is growling threats now, demanding her to let him free… but what mommy didn’t hear, mommy didn’t care. She could face the music later when he got limping toward her, snarling and trying to intimidate her into ‘never doing that again’.
She’s never been very intimidated by anything Reaper does or says. She doubts she will start with it now, either… since whenever he tries to chew her out from now on, she’ll just be able to picture just how fat his ass is when his pants inevitably have to lose the fight and split open, the soft cheeks jiggling as they spill out…
He keeps writhing and trying to get out of it all, even when he already gets his cheeks spread wide and his hole spit on by some fifteen guys standing around with their cocks in hand, waiting more or less patiently to finally get back at the miserable son of a bitch and fuck out their frustrations.
She doesn’t know if he is allowed to kill them afterwards – and she doesn’t care. She got her money, and she’ll have her videos filmed out of five different angles. Reaper can’t lay a single finger on her, she’s under Doomfist’s personal protection.
All that’s left for her to do is to lean back and enjoy the show.
The boys try to give him a bit of prep, but don’t really go through with it. All they do is tickle the plump rim of his hole with their fingers and test out just how infernally hot the insides of his body are before the pressure seemingly gets too big and the first one shoulders his way in to grab a hold of the wide hips and blindly fuck into Reaper.
Sombra can see how Gabriel’s spine goes rigid, and turns her head to watch his reaction on the other side of the door. He is helpless; and getting a cock rammed up his hole with barely any slick seems to finally drive that home.
God, she wishes he had taken off his mask so she could see the fury and agony on his face as the first Agent begins to rabbit fuck that big, gorgeous ass of his.
There’s no audio for her – something she would definitely have to change next time – but she can easily imagine the sound of the fast pap-pap-pap as the Agent drills into Reaper and fucks out the frustration from being subjected to this miserable asshole’s training.
Far too quickly he stops and throws his head back. Olivia rolls her eyes. She had one hand slipped between her thighs, idly rounding a finger over her pussy through the thin fabric of her tight leggins. God, some men were just so… useless.
The other Agents seemed to agree. The guy gets grabbed by the shoulder and pulled away so the next one could take his share.
Someone procures a sharpy from somewhere and a score gets made on Reaper’s cheek. Oh… now it is getting really interesting. Olivia loves graffiti.
There’s just something so… naughty about it.
The next Agent doesn’t grab Reaper by the hips, instead just bracing himself on the doors cinched around Gabriel’s wais to have some leverage as he starts to what Olivia supposes is some nice grunt fuck in which he really puts some backbone. She can respect that… especially since she can watch how Reaper throws his head back on every thrust, seemingly distressed by just how deep and rough he gets dicked now.
Oh, that is good. That is golden. She likes it when they show a bit of emotion. Especially since all Gabriel usually does is his overdramatic little banshee shtick. Who would have known that he could take cock like a champ?
Olivia knows now. And she won’t forget anytime soon.
Her fingers trace the outline of her plump pussy lips, eyes flicking from one screen to the next just to have the good of both worlds: watching the Agents rail Reaper, and his reaction to getting fucked like a little bitch without any regard to how his precious little heart might feel as he finds out that he sadly isn’t the most popular girl in school.
At least he’s good for fucking.
The Agents are surprisingly diligent with their sharpie work, which Olivia respects as well. One after the other gets handed the little thing to make a new score on Reaper’s ass or scribble something down.
The tally is getting longer, crawling down onto the back of his massive thigh (enough space there for a slew more, after all). Soon enough he looks very festive indeed.
Olivia zooms closer just to see the mess. Reaper has more or less stopped his wild squirming now; just as if accepting his position on the bottom of the food chain. Oh, isn’t that fun? What an obedient little soldier…
Or maybe he’s exhausted? His hole is gaping after some six or seven fucks, a steady trickle of sticky cum sliding out of him. There’s two arrows pointing to the ruined pussy, one labelled ‘free hole’, the other just a very creative ‘whore’.
Olivia rolls her eyes. It does the work, she supposes. It is nice and to the point. She lightly rounds her clit through her leggins, eyes fixed on the screen, wondering if she is just imagining the tremble of the sloppy muscle. Oh, how fun would it be if Gabriel was actually coming from this?!
Stuck helpless in the malfunctioning door, getting fucked by a bunch of men that would be too cowardly to give him their cocks otherwise. Maybe Reaper has a kink that he never wanted anybody to know about… oh how funny would that be?
Olivia stops touching herself. Instead, she sits up and pulls her laptop closer to jot down a few notes. She definitely has to circle back to this whole thing. See how the big bad Reaper really ticks. That would be so interesting! … and convenient. She always wanted to have her own lapdog, and being able to dangle such a juicy bit of information over him would surely do the trick…
Movement in the corner of her eyes has her look up while her fingers keep dancing quickly over the keyboard.
Down in the gym the men seem ready to continue their merry fucking. Someone produced a baton from somewhere that they now start to fuck Reaper with. His legs are shuffling restlessly, but he has stopped trying to kick them. Instead he is just taking the abuse like a champ.
She just wishes that these idiots would make sure his dick is visible. She’d love to see if he’s gotten hard from his own molestation as well.
The Agents seem to have gotten bolder, at least. They shove the baton halfway into Reaper’s guts and let it stay there so they can take a bunch of pictures. Olivia is pleasantly surprised; she hadn’t even thought of how hot it would look to stuff Gabriel with random objects while he was stuck and couldn’t defend himself…
She hadn’t anticipated this to be such a valuable learning opportunity when she took the job.
While Reaper gets put through his paces by a string of more cocks, all fucking their frustration out into his guts until it overflowed and dripped to the gym floor, Olivia takes notes and prepares for the next time. She has a few theories that she really wants to put to the test.
Reaper is just hanging there, head lolling defeated, unless a notably big cock is starting to drill into his aching guts.
Who would have thought that he could be such a thankful victim once the drama had been fucked out of him?