I Need Healing! | By : HatofulHatefucker Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 11918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The battle rages on, the payload hardly budging an inch. Yet again, the advancing team finds itself in the same predicament, stuck at a solid defense… And still no healer.
Reaper growls, low on health, attempting to duck behind the payload for cover again, Symmetra’s ass knocking him into gunfire. “You useless fucking bitch!” Reaper finally snaps, grabbing her from behind, his rough hands groping her curvy body and pressing her against the payload.
Symmetra jumps at his touch, shoving him off with contempt. “Don’t touch me, you… You imbecile! Go out there and fight!” She smacks him, pushing him away.
“If you’re not… fucking good for anything… I’m putting you to fucking work!” Reaper wheezes, in dire need of healing. He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her right off her feet, twisting her ankle as she trips over her heels. She looks up in disgust, a swift backhand across the face shutting up whatever smug protest was about to roll from her lips.
All she can do is clutch her face, her cheek stinging from the smack. She can hardly believe Reaper would dare to treat her this way… She turns back to him to speak her mind, being smacked across the cheek again… Though, it didn’t quite feel the same…
Symmetra’s eyes widen as they dart to what had just smacked her cheek, her lip curling in shock and disgust. Reaper had whipped his fat cock out, and smacked her across the face with it. She begins to protest, but she’s completely ignored, Reaper forcing it down her throat. Firmly holding her hair in one hand, bobbing her head on his dick, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief as his health bar fills back up.
Gagging immediately, Symmetra’s hands go up weakly to attempt shoving him away, powerless as he thrusts down her constricting throat. Tears pricked her eyes, looking up the barrel of his shotgun as she contemplates biting down.
Reaper groans, fucking her face without the least bit of restraint. He pops out from cover, firing at the enemy team, keeping her lips around his cock the entire time. He yanks her hair, tossing his gun aside and pulling out another, Symmetra earning a few kill assists as she chokes on his cock.
The rest of the advancing team notices Reaper’s… unusual tactic, the payload budging an inch or two… They were all desperate for healing…
Symmetra gags, grunting harshly as Reaper slams into her throat, burying her nose into his crotch. She struggles to breathe through her nose, choking around his cock. A heavy smack knocks her helmet crooked, another hand wrestling her lips from Reaper’s cock before forcing their own down her throat.
McCree and Hanzo are standing over her, both of them anxiously looking out over the payload. McCree strokes his cock impatiently, awaiting his turn as Hanzo greedily thrusts down Symmetra’s throat. Reaper and Hanzo tug back and forth, as if fighting over a toy, both struggling to cram their cocks into her mouth.
Sobbing and sputtering out something that vaguely sounded like “Stop”, she’s yanked both ways by the two overly strong men, each cock pressing to get in but being yanked away for the other to be shoved in for maybe a second or two. Tears stream down her face, her legs pressed tightly together hoping that this is as far as these filthy ruffians will go…
“We’re moving the payload!” The entire team cheers in unison. Symmetra sighs in relief as the payload moves from behind her, hoping they’d gotten their fill of her supporting and would end this awful nightmare…
McCree’s metal grip around her neck bursts her bubble unfortunately, the three men manhandling her, dragging her forcefully to the payload. She’s tossed on carelessly, the three men hopping on and riding it around, keeping an eye on where the payload is going.
Symmetra’s head is slammed into the payload as she tries to get up, a flurry of hands all groping her through her dress. Cold fingers slip under the flaps, gliding between her thick thighs. “S-stop! I… I demand you, stop!” She gasps, screaming and clawing as they flip her over and pin her.
A cold metal hand glides up Symmetra’s bare legs, the back of her dress being slowly lifted. The men pinch and smack her fat ass, jiggling at each impact. Hanzo yanks her curled-up body by the hair, forcing her face up as he yanks her dress down greedily. Her large, brown tits pop out, Symmetra squealing as they’re immediately smacked.
“U-unhand me, this instant! Y-you… You…! V-vile, disgusting…!” Symmetra desperately tries to cover herself up, her face going red as she realizes both teams are ogling her now. Her dress is a mess around her hips, the top of it pushed down to reveal her voluptuous breasts and the bottom of it pulled up to show off her thick thighs and ass.
The payload was moving. The strategy was working. If this was what it took, they would do it.
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