sombra/captive mercy

Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: The blonde woman squirmed a little, glowering at the petite Latina in front of her. She'd been relieved of her valkyrie suit, leaving her just in the high neck leotard as she was restrained. "What do you want?"
Sombra: A sly smile, as the dark Latina circled the statuesque blonde woman. The Valkyrie suit might have not left much to the imagination, but this? She idly wondered if she'd be left alone long enough to see those Swiss Alps. "It's not so much about what I want. Maybe it's about what I can do for you."
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: Without the compression of the suit, her otherwise unsupported breasts sagged in her leotard, though there was no cleavage that Sombra could see. Her bare thighs pressed together to try and conceal herself and maintain some dignity. "Oh? And what could I ever want from you, hacker?"
Sombra: "Well..." She started, pausing behind the woman to run a carefully manicured finger along the edge of the leg opening. Soft skin, but she had expected nothing less. "In my work...well, certain irregularities in medical records have come to my attention..."
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She tenses, glaring at her. It was obvious the leotard was her last layer of clothing, the faint outline of her nipples visible through it. She shied away from Sombra's though, though her handcuffs made it difficult to go very far. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're going on about."
Sombra: She circled around to the front, still with an easy smile on her face, entirely unconcerned with the doctor's obvious fury, impotent as it was. "I couldn't find one for you. Not a complete one. Now, tell me...why would that be?" She leaned in, mindful of the distance. It wouldn't do to be found unconscious on the ground with her captive all tied up.
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: "Why would I require one? I was chief of emergency medical staff when Overwatch fell, I had nanites that could treat most minor and same major wounds running through my bloodstream and at my fingertips. I didn't require a complete reccord and was too busy to create one, regardless." She huffs, sitting back and glaring at the younger woman. She kept her soft, pillowy thighs pressed together. They'd no doubt feel heavenly when squeezing something.
Sombra: "It's my job to notice these things, suspicious little details." A saucy wink, and the hacker began to stroll around the doctor. "So, I began to wonder why..." A hand openly ran along the outside of Mercy's thigh. "You know what research is like, leaving no stone unturned...well, I have to admit, your browser history was nothing if not...informative."
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She tenses, breathing hard as Sombra continues to tease her, resisting the temtation to spread her legs, or do anything to hide her tucked semi-erect member was difficult. "Honestly what are you talking about? You must have the wrong woman."
Sombra: "You can learn a lot about people when they think no one is watching." Her tone shifted abruptly to rather conversational, even as her fingers dragged closer to the woman's inner thigh. "And what can I say, I've always liked a good mystery. What could the lovely Mercy possibly be hiding? No one suspects a thing, do they? Or perhaps you've shared this...secret of yours. The young Amari, perhaps, I've seen the cow-eyed way she looks at you when no one else watched." Both hands on her inner thighs now, almost admiring the ivory flesh beneath.
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: "Of course she knows, she was my lover, and wishes she still was. However I cannot handle her personality as well as I used to, Helix changed her too much..." She relaxed and looked down. She let the soft brown hands spread her legs, showing off the rather thick bulge at the apex of her thighs. She adored the way their skin was contrasting... She wished to see more.
Sombra: There was a throaty purr in her ear as one of the hands rather shamelessly palmed the front of her leotard, a sultry laugh. No one had been interested, they said Mercy had
Sombra: Nothing* to hide. Well, if this was nothing, she'd hate to see what something felt like against the palm of her hand, straining against the crotch of the leotard.
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She shuddered, the stiffening cock shifting under Olivia's palm as she was teased. It swelled until it was upright, lengthening up her stomach as it hardened. "O-One of Moira's sexual experiments from when I was young an naive..."Sombra: It just kept growing. Her thighs clenched together for a long moment, exploring the extent of Mercy's length. Díos mío, the woman may as well be a tripod. She hadn't been expecting all that dick. Where the fuck had she hidden it all? Dark hands were withdrawn, as the Latina walked back to the front, finally getting to see Mercy, massive erection at the front of the poor leotard. She smiled, hands beginning to unbutton her own jacket, tossing it rather artlessly to the side. "I never thought I'd want to thank Moira for defacing a work of art, but I can hardly call that an eyesore."
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She spread her thighs wide, completely exposing herself. It looked like she'd carefully designed the leotard just to conceal her abnormal genitals, at least when she was flaccid. Her member stood out against her tight stomach, seemingly standing to her naval while her full balls were making a bulge of their own. She watched Sombra keenly, wondering what she was going to do. "I have found it is particularly good for making other things quite sore. At least I've been informed so by my partners."
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She was already in this, she may as well try to intimidate the other woman a little bit. She couldn't back out and her secret had been exposed to a woman known for collecting and using such things for personal advantage.
Sombra: "Oh, I can imagine." And she was, in rather vivd detail, a bit of a leer on her face. "I can imagine how...confused they must be. Expecting soft, pale, lovely Mercy, and instead getting fucked six ways to Oasis by the most beautiful woman to sport a cock the size of their forearm." She stepped forward, trapping her cock between them as she only smiled indulgently. "Or maybe I just want to imagine you like this, helpless and hard and begging to be touched, until you explode against your belly like a schoolboy. O
Sombra: Or perhaps I should torture you...suck you off a bit and then not let you come, see if that improves youe mood. You're awfully mouthy for being a captiveb you know."
Sombra: captive*
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She raised an eyebrow. "Who says I'm not soft and lovely? Just because I love seeing a pair of dark cheeks spread and a tight hole stretched taught around me doesn't mean I'm not." She looked up at her, managing not to grind against her body as Sombra tried to tease her. "And I know your impulse control is horrid, leibling, you won't be able to resist, especially if we're both naked. You'll be desperate to feel every inch, to feel it release inside or onto you."
Sombra: A sculpted brow rose delicately, looking at the blonde in a slightly more appraising light. "And here I was, thinking you'd never want to play doctor with me." She smirked, as a hand rose to touch Mercy's breasts, tweaking one of the swollen nipples. The other slid lower, weighing the heft of Mercy's balls in her hand. "Maybe I could put on a show for you, that could be its own form of torture. Making you watch while I touch myself while those beautiful hands of yours stay tied up. Maybe you could be the one wish
Sombra: Wishing for someone to touch you. Or maybe you would rather be filled yourself, twitching and moaning while someone take their own pleasure in your body." She could be interested in watching that. Maybe Akande was around, now that would have been a sight.
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She was getting a little frustrated, but she refused to let it show. Instead she merely smiled and rolled her eyes. She relaxed in her seat, managing not to buck as Olivia played with her fat nipples and heavy balls. "Because you knew what you wanted when you came here, you knew what you were going to get. Maybe a little bigger than you expected, but you knew what was between my legs before I spread them. What's the use in playing these games? What are you trying to accomplish? If all you do is tease me, you'll be wasting a perfect opportunity, will you not?"
Sombra: "Maybe I'm more of a cocktease than a size queen." She winked, releasing the nipple from her grasp. The nails on her gloves proved to be sharp, as one of them ran along the crotch of the leotard and it sprang loose, a casualty of war. She eyed her erection with a smirk, bringing a hand to run along the proud, straining flesh, thumb rubbing at the flare of the cock head when it reached the top. Her mouth felt a bit dry, wanting to know the taste of this medical marvel. "And just what would you do to me if you had the chance? Fuck me until I screamed, helpless but for Mercy's mercy?" The corners of her lips quirked up. "Or maybe fuck my mouth, if fr
Sombra: For no other reason than to shut me up?" She wanted, no, needed to hear it, even as the moisture from her cunt threatened to start darkening the front of her bodysuit.
Futa! Angela "Mercy" Zielger: She shied away from the nail as it cut open the front of her suit, honestly surprised Sombra hadn't cut her breasts free as well, the young woman did seem obsessed with them as well. She pressed her hips up into her touch, groaning softly, the questions making her chuckle a little. "Oh, nothing so crass as that, unless you asked for it. Feeling you swallow and hum around my cock would be much better than having my way with your throat. If you were to take me vaginally, I'd rather have you sit in my lap while I grope and stimulate you until you climax. Your voice is so lovely, I'd adore to hear it moan my name. If I had lube, I'd cuddle you and sooth you as I had my way with that lovely behind that you truly need to flaunt more. It deserves the attention."
Sombra: She was pretty sure she was not cut out for the captive-keeping position. Mercy was presenting a rather convincing argument for letting her go. She was sorely tempted to. After all, was Mercy just going to sashay those shapely hips away, leaving her to forever wonder? A knee jutted out, parting the milky thighs as she knelt between them, her breath light on Mercy's erection, staring up at the blonde from behind her thick lashes as she leaned forward, a hand working the shaft even as her painted lips grazed the smooth flesh. She rose enough to capture the head between her lips, her tongue running along the underside of it, as she took Mercy partially into her mouth with a hum of pleasure. Maybe the good doctor did know what was best. Her free hand reached up, rolling the other nipple between her fingers, hardly playing favorites.