Lena Oxton Corrupted

Lena Tracer Oxton: Lena was on a walk down the streets of London, she was returning home from a long press conference, she was trying her hardest not to draw attention to herself, but distinct blue glow from under her sweater give her away.

Director Matthew: Matthew smiled as he saw his target and feigned as if he wasn’t pay attention, running into, knocking her down. He startled a bit. “Oh my! I’m so very sorry! Are you alright?” He holds his hand out, offering his hand to help her up.

Director Matthew: (If it says I’m not online, I still am!)

Director Matthew: (My Internet is fucky sometimes)

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Oh no worries love!" She says grabbing his hand and pulling herself up, "I'm just fine! No need to worry about me!" She says cheerily.

Lena Tracer Oxton: (Sounds good!)

Director Matthew: “You look familiar... I can’t seem to place your face.” His smile was charming, and disarming. A deadly combo on such a handsome man. Even for a lesbian.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She was almost shocked at how attractive he seemed, she felt like she was holding her mouth open for a very long time, but she closes her mouth before it got too obvious that she was staring, she couldn't even remember the last time she's seen a guy as hot, or sexy but here she is. "O-oh I'm Lena Oxton, but you probably remember me as Tracer, from the Overwatch program."

Director Matthew: “Ah. It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Oxton. I’m Matthew Erikson. I’m on the Board Of Director’s for a multinational conglomerate called the Hawk Corporation.” He hold his large hand out, offering her a hand shake. A sinister black watch is on his wrist, the red numbers of the time blinking in a strangely mesmerizing pattern.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "The Hawk Corporation, I'm not sure I've heard of 'em," She says shaking his hand, as her attention slowly gets switch over to his watch, "That's a really nice what you have there, it's really pretty,"

Director Matthew: “Thank you. The Hawk Corporation financed many things you use today. The Lightrail, the automated grocery stores, we even financed your Chronal Accelerator.” He smiles as the colors on the watch seem to twist and swirl, but only for a second. It is impossible to tell if it was real, or a trick of the light.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "It's oddly mesmerizing..." She says seemingly unable to turn her attention away, "Uh, um, what else does the Hawk Corporation do?" She asks trying to hide her inability to look away.

Director Matthew: “We are the father organization to Talon.” Matthew said with a smile as the colors on his watch grew brighter. There was a blinding flash of red light (think the memory things from Men in Black), and everything felt nice and hazy. “You want to come with me now Lena.” His voice soothes as he shoots another smile her way.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "W-wait wha-" She's cut off by the red light, and is stopped dead in her tracks, "I... want to come with you?" She asks unsure, but not able to think of anything else besides for going with him wherever he goes.

Director Matthew: “Yes. You desperately want to come with me. It’s natural to follow your betters.” One of his large hands softly pets her head, as if she was a small child.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "I want to follow my betters," She says more sure of herself, but still audibly uneasy. She has a half-hearted smile on her face because of his touch.

Director Matthew: He places his watch in her hand. “Just watch this while we walk.” He places a hand on the small of her back, just above her ass, pushing her towards a jet hidden on the outskirts of town.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Y-yes sir," She says placing the watch in the palm of her head, smiling the entire time because of his touch, "Wh-where are we going?" She nervously asks the man she's starting to see as her superior.

Director Matthew: “I’m taking you on a special plane ride to Talon’s Base in the South Pacific. Doesn’t that sound like a nice vacation? You’ll see all of your old friends. Like Moira, Sombra, and Widowmaker.” He says, activating his watch to display Talon’s logo, with a spiral overlaid over the top.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "That sounds like fun sir," She says practically forgetting the history she has with those people, starting to accept everything about what's happening.

Director Matthew: “You will of course need to change into something a bit cooler. A bikini, or even less.” He says as a previously cloaked ship comes into view. It’s like a luxury ship. It looks very comfortable. Very soothing.

Director Matthew: (Still here. Just got a spam phone call. Ugh)

Lena Tracer Oxton: "A bikini sounds... nice sir," She says her attention still being solely on the watch, but it briefly breaks away to look at the plane, and she gets a slightly excited glint in her eye.

Director Matthew: “Good girl.” He leads her into the ship, as autopilot takes over and begins to fly them. He opens a closet for her. Inside are an assortment of micro-kinis. “Choose which one you like the best!”

Lena Tracer Oxton: "This one..." She says pointing at a very small, orange triangle micro-kini, she says putting it up to herself getting excited, "Do you like this one sir?" She asks him

Director Matthew: “Yes! I absolutely love it! Well? Get changed!” He orders, taking a seat. It’s clear her expects her to change in front of him. “If you’re a good girl, you’ll get a watch of your own.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: She squeals slightly at the implications of that, and she starts to strip out of her sweater, and then her tracksuit, she starts to do a slight striptease when she reaches her sports bra, and panties as she shakes her ass that emphasizes her new found feelings.

Director Matthew: (Maybe describe her body a bit more please? Her cup size, etc.?)

Lena Tracer Oxton: (Of course!)

Director Matthew: He smiles and continues to watch her beautiful little dance. He had gathered intel on her. Right about now, Emily, Tracer’s girlfriend would be getting worried. Not that she cared anymore. He smirked. Soon, Tracer would become a loyal Talon Slave.

Lena Tracer Oxton: Tracer stood there happy about everything going on around her, she starts to let her hands roam her tight petite body, her C-Cup Breasts looking rather large when compared to the rest of her, except for her ass, which is why a noticable amount of people became fans of her, she starts to slip into the micro-kini, which hugs her ass tightly almost sinking into it. The top of the micro-kini barely covers the full amount of her breasts emphasizing them.

Director Matthew: “My dear Lena. Come and sit on my lap.” He orders, producing a flash drive. It was time to edit what had Tracer who she is. It’s time to corrupt her chronol accelerator. He watched her tits and ass jiggle with delight at her smallest movements. Her ass could rival Widowmaker’s.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Yes sir," She says strutting over to him and sitting down onto her lap, straddling his neck with her arms.

Director Matthew: He buried his face into her soft tits to begins with and began to lick. After a minute or so of that, he inserted the drive into the accelerator. The blue glow turns a sinister red for a second, as the evil idealologies from the past, present, and future were beamed into her pliable little mind.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She lets out a moan as the flash drive starts to infect her mind, as the last shred of the old Tracer was disappearing, and the new Tracer was becoming more and more in charge, her moan ends and she says, "Oooh that felt wonderful love."

Director Matthew: “How did that feel Lena luv? All traces of the stupid lesbian gone?” He says with a chuckle, smacking her bouncy tits. “I’m sure it felt good. The teachings of ever evil dictator in the world just became inescapable truths for you.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Lesbian? Why the fuck would I be that?" She says grinding her hips on his lap, the evil thoughts in her head turning her on, "It felt better than anything I've felt by my old 'girlfriend.'"

Director Matthew: “Good girl. Now it’s time to mold you. Ever done drugs before you evil little whore?” He says, smacking her huge ass as she grinds into him. Her eyes have turned from brown to red, a sign of the all consuming corruption.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Never, not when I was a fucking boring goody two shoes," She says sickened by her old self, "But quite frankly now it sounds exciting love."

Director Matthew: “Here.” He hands her a syringe. “This is a little modified version of heroine. Just to keep you addicted and docile for your new Masters.” He gives her face a smack. “I’ll bet you love being abused. Don’t you?”

Lena Tracer Oxton: She smiles wickedly and she looks at the syringe up and down before letting out a drawn out moan after the smack when it ends she says, "If that wasn't a good enough answer for you I don't know what would be love," She says looking around for where to put the syringe in, "Um, love, I don't know where to inject it, I'm sorry to disappoint you sir, but could you please put it in for me?"

Director Matthew: “Hold out your arm.” He orders, taking the strike. He smacks her again. Harder. “That’s for being a dumb little whore.” He saw her eyes light up with painful ecstasy. Being abused is making her so wet. He can feel it on his leg.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "I'm such a dumb whore, and I deserve to be treated like one love," She says getting more and more excited from the abuse as she picks up the speed with her grinding, "Now please stick in it in me please!"

Director Matthew: He roughly grabs her arm, hitting the vein a few times to bring it out. He slowly inserts the large and cold needle into her vein, injecting the cool and addicting drug into her bloodstream. “This will make you as docile as a lazy farm animal.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: "H-holy fuck love," She moans not ready for how suddenly the drug would effect her, but soon enough she had another evil smile on her face.

Lena Tracer Oxton: (I'll brb)

Director Matthew: “Just relax. That evil feeling will fade soon, replaced with a feeling of just completely submissive and docileness.” He soothes. He rips off her micro-kini top and roughly twists one of her hard nipples.

Lena Tracer Oxton: (Back)

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Submissive and docile?" She moans as she gets abused, "I like the sounds of that..."

Director Matthew: “I’m sure you will. Remember Widowmaker? How much of a dominatrix bitch she is?” He smiles as she automatically bristles at the name of her rival. Perhaps there are some things you can’t inherently program out.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Y-yes I remember her," She says her pleasure being halted for a moment, still not comfortable with her, "What about her?

Director Matthew: “She is a mewling bitch under my foot. She seems me, and she cums. Immediately. Imagine how I can do that, to a woman like her.” He gets closer with each word, smacking her. Again and again. Driving how how weak and useless she is.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She gets a sadistic smile when thinking of Widowmaker being a cum-driven slut, "Um, I have a slight request, and I'm sorry if I'm over stepping, but could you make Widow react like that when she sees me?" She says smiling once more thinking about Widow being her slutty bitch.

Director Matthew: “Oh really? I can do that, but I’m return, at dinner time, she gets to sit on your face.” He counters, getting a sadistic grin of his own on his face at the thought of Tracer getting sat on by Widowmaker. Day after day.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "I'm willing to make that deal," She says squirming a little at the thought of eating out Widow at every dinner.

Director Matthew: His watch flashes at a seemingly mental command. Suddenly, Tracer desperately wants Widowmaker’s cushy ass on her face.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She squirms around even more, getting hornier for the thought of her ass, she struggles to contain herself, and loses the fight, plunging her hand down under her micro-kini's extremely wet bottom she lets out a series of moans.

Director Matthew: “Is my little whore horny?” The plane begins to rapidly lose altitude, signaling the arrival at the compound. “Keeps rubbing and edging for your Master.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Yes m-master," She manages to let out as she toys with herself more and more almost losing her balance off of his lap.

Director Matthew: “Don’t fall off. If you do, no more drug for the rest of the day.” He holds up another, completely full syringe.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She whimpers at the implication, and steadies herself as she keeps edging herself on, "Oh fuck, this feels so good, I wish this happened to me looong ago~"

Director Matthew: “You’ll love everything even more if you get put into “Project Housewife”. You will become the dutiful and loyal housewife to one of Talon’s board members. It happened to Sombra.” He smirks, remembering the empty eyed Mexican woman cooking and cleaning in only and apron.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She picks up her pace at the idea of becoming a slutty housewife, and even more when thinking about Sombra being a house wife, "Can I cum master?"

Director Matthew: “No. Girls at Talon don’t cum.” He jams the syringe into her nipple. “All that matters is the pleasure of your betters.” He orders, injecting the drug.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She shudders when he injects the drug, and lets out another moan feeling it seep into herself, "Yes master, pleasure of my betters," She agrees.

Director Matthew: “You will never cum again. Only edge. You’ll only ever edge!” He enunciates this point with a sharp smack to her sensitive nipple.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Yes master, o-only edge," She says in between a series of moans, at this point she's too far gone to have any worries about her past life, Widowmaker, or anything from before, all she can think about now is how to provide pleasure to her new master.

Director Matthew: “Good. Now, we have 5 minutes until we land. Edge until then. Then, you will walk out of the plane, and force yourself onto Widowmaker.” He orders in a domineering tone. He is in control. And that is how it will stay.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Yes master," She agrees, getting wetter by the second thinking about pouncing on top of Widowmaker, before she comes to a slightly shaking realization, "Will I have to deal with Reaper?"

Director Matthew: “No. Reaper is not on base right now.” He says with a smile. In reality, reaper was taking a vacation with his housewife. Sombra.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Ok thank you master," She says not stopping edging, but going back to her past pace, it seems like some of her past is still sticking with her and refusing to go away.

Director Matthew: “After your final round of drugging and brainwashing, you will see Reaper as one of your betters, but enough of that.” He points out the window, showing that you can see people. There is a purple skinned woman in a tight bikini.

Lena Tracer Oxton: Tracer looks out the window, and licks her lips at the sight of the french woman, "Do all females wear bikinis here?" She asks him not breaking eye contact with the purple woman.

Director Matthew: “Most women are nude.” He says immediately. “Widow likes to be a little tease, but she is a massive slut.” He reassures the spunky Brit.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "I see..." She says as she starts to grind on his leg again, almost unable to contain her excitement as she stares at Widowmaker.

Director Matthew: Widowmaker sees him and begins to shudder. As the plane lands, Lena can hear Widowmaker scream in ecstasy from the mere sight of Matthew. “Told you.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: "You, you don't lie do you?" She says as she gets more and more excited for when the plane doors open readying herself in everyway she can, "What would you like to see me do to her? Makeout, eat her out, have her eat me out?" She asks excited

Director Matthew: “Force her to eat you out.” He says with a smile. Around twenty cameras are ready to catch this fight from every angle.

Lena Tracer Oxton: "Yes master," She says sultrily as she fantasizes about Widowmaker eating her out, "Just tell me when to go."

Director Matthew: The door opens and sunlight pours into the ship. “Make sure to suffocate her a bit with your tits beforehand. It’ll get her down on the ground.” He looks at his watch. “Go.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: Lena bursts from the plane, and jumps at Widowmaker, she uses her blink ability to get her tits placed right in her face as Lena forces Widow's head to be stuck inbetween them slowly managing to get he onto the ground.

Director Matthew: Matthew calmly walks out of the plane, watching the scene unfold.

Lena Tracer Oxton: Lena swiftly maneuvers her pussy right on top of Widow's face, as she starts to grind herself on Widow moaning wildly as she does.

Director Matthew: Widow thrashes about, clawing at the Brit’s ass, smacking it hard.

Lena Tracer Oxton: Every move Widow does as an attempt to get Lena off her just ends up making Lena more horny, and making Lena get more rough.

Director Matthew: “Don’t be afraid to get rough Lena!” Matthew calls from a little ways away.

Lena Tracer Oxton: She turns herself around to face Widow's breasts, and Lena pinches her nipples hard and starts roughly toying with them even giving Widow a smack on the ass everyonce and a while.

Director Matthew: Widow slowly begins to move her chilly tongue up inside of Tracer’s warm cunt, hoping the cold will surprise her enough to get the upper hand.

Lena Tracer Oxton: Tracer lets out a shocked moan, but it doesn't faze her too much as she's too far obsessed with the feeling of Widow eating her out, and abusing Widow's tits.

Director Matthew: While Lena is distracted, Matthew walks up behind her and places a heavy metal collar on her neck. “This will shock you.”

Lena Tracer Oxton: She notices the device, but pays no mind to it as she finds herself preoccupied with Widowmaker, showing off her appeared dominance over the purple beauty with a hearty smack on the tits.

Director Matthew: Matthew presses a button, and 12 needles jam into Lena’s neck. Not deep, but it hurts. Suddenly, a large amount of electricity courses through the collar.

Lena Tracer Oxton: Tracer is in pain, but it's fairly difficult to tell if her moans are out of pain, or ecstasy and for a brief moment she stops applying constant force onto Widowmaker leaving herself vulnerable.

Director Matthew: Widow flips her over, planting her ass directly over Lena’s face, grinding on it with extreme prejudice.