Moira's Talons. Chapter 2.

After the successful reprogramming of Widowmaker, Moira makes use of Sombra whilst she waits to enact phase two of her scheme.

-o-o-o-

The sound of Widowmaker being thoroughly used was cut off sharply as the doors to the barracks hissed shut. In its absence, only the sound of Moira’s heels clicking on the tiled floor and the faintest hum of air conditioning remained.

Sombra shivered, chest heaving as she practically panted for breath. Her cheeks were hot, her mouth wet, and between her legs her panties were sopping with need.

“Come.” Moira barked over her shoulder, a sharp, monosyllabic command that Sombra snapped to obey instantly. She scuttled up level to the older woman, doing her best to keep pace with the genius doctor’s long, long legs. “I ordered you to deliver the helmet to Amelie, then to return to the lab.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact, but even so Sombra couldn’t fail to miss Moira’s demand for an answer as to why she hadn’t been obeyed.

“Y… yes… Doctor O’Deorain.” Sombra nodded.

“So why is it that I found you simpering and blushing at my soldiers, practically begging to be bent over like a sorority slut?”

Sombra’s cheeks burned even darker, a perverse thrill of degradation only adding to the swamp between her thighs. “Widowmaker was late.” She offered weakly. “The girls… they surrounded me, they were teasing me, groping me… I couldn’t think straight.”

She glanced up at Moira’s face, lower lip quivering. “I… I tried to come back right away, but Siobhan grabbed me and…”

“Have I not been taking good enough care of you, Olivia?” Moira asked, turning her head. All of a sudden her tone wasn’t cold and sharp, but soft, almost maternal. “Is that it?”

“N… no Doctor.” Sombra said quickly, shaking her head. As always Moira’s use of her name, her true name, made her heart flutter and neural net shine with endorphins. “I… I was just overwhelmed by all of them being so… aggressive.”

“They were created to be so.” Moira hummed. “Next time you will be more careful, you will fulfil your duties and tasks, and then leave before you can be… tempted.”

“Yes, doctor.” Sombra nodded. She wrung her hands nervously, relieved that Moira’s scolding seemed to have ended, but still aching at the knowledge she’d disappointed her master.

They walked on in silence, through the cold, empty halls of Moira’s private complex. If it wasn’t for her frequent visits upstairs to Moira’s bedroom suite, Sombra could have easily forgotten she was in Oasis. The hot Iraqi sun never reached the subterranean halls of the science ministry, certainly not the deep levels which housed Moira’s personal laboratories and testing grounds. The air was kept cool and crisp, the light soft and slightly blue. It was only on the upper floors that nature was allowed, down here, Moira controlled every variable from light, to heat, to her personnel.

“Doctor?” Sombra said suddenly, head jerking up as she had an idea. “Whilst we wait for the upload to complete, wouldn’t it be a good idea to run some final tests with phase one? I could have the lab prepared?”

Moira pursed her lips thoughtfully before smiling. “I suppose it would be prudent… it’s best to have the web warmed up before a fresh install.” She checked her phone idly before sliding it into one of her lab coat pockets. “Very well, go get ready. I’ll be along shortly to begin.”

-o-o-o-

The cool leather chair that sat in the centre of Moira’s primary lab was very familiar to Sombra. She’d spent hours, probably days, sat in it having her mind invaded and toyed with by her beloved master, and yet every time she sat in it again the thrill was the same.

She nibbled her lip and made sure her hospital gown was nicely tight to show off her chest before double-checking the connection.

A single cable was plugged into the back of her skull, linking her neural implants to the massive bank of servers that lined the lab wall. When Moira arrived, she would activate the experiment, and Sombra’s very mind would fall under her power just like everything else in the labs.

It was all part of the master plan, what Moira called the ‘ultimate evolution.’ Creating a perfect human being wasn’t just about hardware, it was about software, and so once Moira had decided her lean, lithe form was utterly perfect, she had begun to seek the next step on her path to godhood.

Sombra’s neural implants had once allowed her access to the entire internet, given her mastery of any machine she could get close to. All the world’s information, all its secrets, had been hers, and now they were Moira’s.

The Irish genius’ brain had been upgraded just like Sombra’s, a web of tiny machines integrated into her flesh that gave her the same access Sombra had enjoyed. But that was only the start. As Moira always said, hardware was nothing without software, and power was nothing without understanding. Whilst Moira could access any information she pleased and theoretically hack anything and anyone, her background was in genetics and biotechnology, she had the power, but not the understanding of how to wield it.

That was how the experiment had first come to be, linking her own neural web with Sombra’s implants to download knowledge and experience itself as easily as any other file. Her success had made Moira every bit as formidable a hacker as Sombra had been, soon, she would have all of the skill Widowmaker employed as well.

Step by step, Moira was becoming unstoppable.

The thought made Sombra wet.

Once upon a time she’d been bitter about being assigned to Moira’s labs. Once upon a time she’d been creeped out by her sinister appearance and leering smile. Once upon a time she’d tried to escape before Moira’s experiments could begin.

Now she was just happy to serve, and grateful that Moira allowed her to play secretary, as well as worship her godly body like the little latin fuckdoll she was. She was glad Moira had copied all of her intelligence and skill, it meant that she didn’t need to do anything but obey.

“Is everything ready?” Moira asked, stepping into her lab with her usual imperial attitude. Sombra nibbled her lip with excitement and nodded.

“Yes Doctor, I’ve prepared everything just like you wanted.”

Moira arched a brow and stepped up in front of the chair. A thin smile curled her lip as she watched Sombra squirm. “Good girl, Olivia. There’s no need for anything elaborate this evening, I already have all the data I need, this will only be practice for overwhelming and controlling a mind.”

“I’m ready doctor.”

“Then by all means, resist.” Moira growled, mismatched eyes flashing as she stared Sombra down.

In an instant Sombra was whimpering, all of her strength concentrating on remaining still. She could feel Moira inside her mind, like she was a puppet with someone tugging on her strings. She had to physically hold her arms down at her sides, had to lock her knees and her jaw to stop herself from rising or speaking.

A bead of sweat rolled down her temple as Moira grinned. “Thirty seconds.”

‘Obey me, little girl.’

Sombra could hear Moira’s voice as if she was cooing right into her ear. Feel sharp nails gently scrape down her neck and toy with her chin. Hot breath on her cheek. A strong hand on her stomach, slipping lower and lower to her boiling womanhood.

‘Let go, let mistress take the reins.’

It went against everything Sombra was to resist the urge. She had been remade as Moira’s slave as thoroughly as Widowmaker, maybe not so obviously from the outside, but just as completely, and she yearned to obey.

‘Stop thinking, stop fighting, just go to sleep and let your master take care of you.”

The paradox burned inside her. Her programming to obey clashing with the command to disobey until her brain felt like it was about to burst out of her skull. She whined and whimpered pathetically, eyes opening wide as Moira’s phantom hand closed around her throat and squeezed.

“Forty-five seconds.” Moira hummed, baring her teeth in a cruel smile. “You’re doing very well, last session you were on your knees and slobbering all over yourself by this point.”

“I… d… don’t… want to.” Sombra croaked, thighs spreading wide, dampness spreading across the front of her hospital gown. She was slick with sweat now, tears swelling in the corners of her eyes as she panted for breath like a well-run dog.

“Well that’s not true at all, is it?” Moira chuckled, inspecting her immaculate purple talons. “If this weren’t a resistance test you’d be happily doing whatever I desired without a thought in your head.”

“You… said… resist.”

“Fifty seconds.” Moira hummed, “You’ve never broken a minute in one of these tests since I first broke you.”

“Mmmmr.” Sombra growled, teeth ground together, eyes quivering as her pussy throbbed and ached for attention. “Ma…. Miiiii.”

“Fifty-three… fifty-four…”

“M… mamii!!” Sombra spluttered. The single utterance was like a dam breaking, and in an instant Sombra was squealing and squirting like a fountain, her swift brown fingers pumping frantically into her sopping cunt.

“Mamiiiiiiii! I’m a good little girrlllll!

Moira laughed cruelly as Sombra writhed in her seat, eyes rolling back in her head as she buried her hand inside herself. “Oh Olivia… poor weak little girl.”

“I’m so weeeeak.” Sombra sobbed, sliding out of the chair into a quivering heap on the lab floor. “I’m so pathetic compared to youuuu, mami.”

“Aren’t you just.” Moira purred, raising a leg and slipping her heel off her foot. As Sombra whined and masturbated like an animal in heat, she calmly perused the poor, former-genius’ mind. She’d seen all her memories before, violated every thought, so instead she plugged into Sombra’s fantasies and fetishes, drowning her mind in even more perverse arousal until Sombra was crying with need.

Sombra squealed as Moira pressed her stockinged foot against her pussy, kicking away her hand and pushing her slender toes to her dripping hole. “What are you, Olivia?”

“I’m… your… whoreeeee!” Sombra whimpered, “Use meeeeee!”

Moira wiggled her fingers against Sombra’s cunt, wetting her toes in the broken girl’s quim before grinding her heel into the blushing brown petals.

“Please! Ple… ee… eaaase!”

“Up you get.” Moira breathed, stepping back and loosening her belt. Her neat black pencil skirt was straining valiantly at her front, and Sombra had a primal, biological need to free what lay beneath, and worship it like it deserved. She had never been a religious girl, but when Moira had invaded her mind and transformed her into a being of submission and service, she had found her god.

Legs trembling, Sombra raised herself up, swivelled, and pressed her forehead back against the floor. Her legs straightened and she arched her back, presenting her fat mocha rump to Moira and bouncing it in a slutty mating dance. Moira’s laugh as toned Latina cheeks started clapping against her bulge only made Sombra all the hornier, she could barely think anymore, her mind clouding over with images of herself fat, pregnant and sweaty, riding Moira’s godly cock for all eternity.

“Pound me Mamiiii!” Sombra squealed, desperately twerking her plump brown backside against Moira’s crotch. “Knock me up! I wannah haveya babieess!” Drooling and half insane, Sombra wiggled herself against the bulge in Moira’s skirt, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes glossed over as her owner delivered a sharp smack to one doughy brown cheek.

“Ahn… fuck… breed…” she slurred, pressing her cheek against the cool tile floor as she slobbered and bounced her fat ass like a bitch in heat.

“Gooood girl.” Moira purred, kneading the jiggling assmeat being pressed up against her. “No more thoughts in that pretty head of yours, just a dumb beast desperate for cock.”

“Fuck… meee.” Sombra sobbed, “Mami!”

“Let’s dial it back a little, shall we?”

Moira merely arched an eyebrow and Sombra collapsed with a whimper, hands flying to her heart and her cunt, cradling both as she rolled onto her back. “Mami… Mami fuck me please? I can’t take it anymore… I need you inside.”

“Do you think you’ve earned it, Olivia?” Moira cooed cruelly, massaging her bulge and smiling as Sombra spread her thighs.

“No… Mami.” Sombra croaked. “But… please… have mercy. I’m such a stupid little girl… I need you to take care of me.”

Moira smiled, almost kindly, and unzipped the back of her skirt. The tight pinstriped fabric slid down her long legs easily and, with a simple swift motion, Moira gripped her panties and let her erection flop free. She was bigger than her girls, and by no small margin either. Whilst Siobhan, the largest, was an impressive nine inches and about averagely thick, Moira was packing a foot of throbbing, freckled fuckmeat, broad as a bottle and radiating virility. Her cock bobbed and throbbed hungrily, bending slightly downwards thanks to its own massive weight, and drooled a thin, gooey rope of precum onto Sombra’s soft brown stomach.

Sombra was practically sobbing with need, fat, wet tears bubbling up in the corners of her eyes as she lay sprawled, pussy soaked and spread for her mistress. “Please, mami… turn off my chip?” she croaked, lower lip quivering. “I… I need to have your babies… I need you to… to conquer my womb like you conquered my mind.”

“Why do you think I would be interested in being a mother?” Moira asked softly, a cruel smile on her lips as she massaged her cock.

“You… you made your talons… Made them in your image…” Sombra whimpered. “I… I’ll be such a good mami… I’ll raise our baby myself… y… you won’t have to do a thing… just breed meeeeee!”

“That’s not an answer.” Moira crooned. “Convince me, maybe I’ll even consider it.”

“You… want a… legacy… a dynasty! You want to spread your… perfection… across… the whole… world.” Sombra panted.

“True.” Moira admitted.

Sombra gasped and bucked her hips, wiggling her pussy in front of Moira’s pulsating dick. “More babies… stronger dynasty… Talons are soldiers, my babies… my babies could be s…scientists! Heirs to your… genius!”

“Also true.” Moira leaned down and planted her hands on her hips. “I’m glad I didn’t wipe away all your intelligence, Olivia… you can be such a useful little whore.”

“Yes… yes mami… I’m useful!” Sombra nodded frantically. “I’m… a good girl.”

“Yes you are.” Moira purred, curling a purple finger invitingly. “So come suck my cock.”

Sombra leapt upwards onto her knees and lunged for Moira’s prick, mouth open and tongue stuck out as she engulfed the first few inches of Irish cockmeat. Moira let out a quiet gasp of surprise and pleasure, colour rising in her cheeks, and Sombra almost melted. Pleasuring herself with her obedience was bliss, pleasuring her mistress? That was rapture.

Wet ‘schlick shlick shlicking joined to wet, gurgling gags of Sombra throating as the brainwashed hacker played with her sopping pussy. Her violet eyes glowed happily as she stared at Moira’s lips, her tonsils busy massaging her owner’s cockhead.

“Ohhhhh, yes.” Moira cooed, stroking her nails through Sombra’s purple hair before gripping her tightly and yanking her further down. Sombra gurgled wetly, eyes wide as her lips stretched to their limit and her nose pressed against Moira’s immaculately shaved crotch. “Good little slut.”

A wet whimper bubbled up from Sombra’s lips along with a steady, sticky stream of spit. Her throat was aching after just a minute of use, stretched to its absolute limit by Moira’s pole. Tears that had already been flowing from lustful frustration were now streaming down her cheeks, spurred on from pain and lack of oxygen. Her lashes fluttered as Moira used her face as an onahole, gently pumping down her gullet into her spasming oesophagus, vision blurring until it seemed there were two beautiful pale gingers raping her throat.

She burbled softly to herself, hand going limp inside herself as she bobbed and bobbed and bobbed. By the time Moira pulled herself free of her gullet and smacked her wetly across the cheeks, Sombra was long gone, conscious, but not aware of anything but the pleasure boiling in her pussy.

Moira used her brutally, as she always did, but even if Sombra had noticed she wouldn’t have cared. It was she was for. Playing maid and secretary for her mistress was a side gig as far as she was concerned, her true purpose, her calling, was to be a convenient sheath for Moira’s cock.

After a few more minutes of skullrape, Moira finally let out a long groan of satisfaction and pulled back. The slurp her cock made as it slid free of Sombra’s maw was as long as it was guttural, and as it hung from her legs like a baseball bat, it oozed with the poor girl’s throat juices.

“Reset.” The ginger smiled calmly.

Sombra twitched, her eyes rolling back down from the inside of her head and her mouth closing slowly. She coughed and panted for breath for a moment, before wiping her chin and directing her attention upwards. “Mami? Is… is it time?”

A soft beep sounded from Moira’s phone and she checked it with a smirk. “Yes, my dear… I think it is.”

-o-o-o-

Bang.

The jerk of the sniper rifle didn’t surprise Moria, even though it was the first time she’d ever picked it up. Neither did the sound, or the way it pressed back against her as the bullet jetted from its barrel and smashed into the target disk. She barely blinked at the recoil or the flash that sparked as bullet and target met with a sharp metallic clank.

20 meters. A 2-inch target. Not a bad shot, certainly not for the first she’d taken.

Bang.

Another jerk, another crash, and another flash of light as the bullet exploded on the next target.

50 meters. Dead centre.

Bang.

100 meters. Bullseye.

Bang. 200 meters.

Bang. 500 meters.

Bang. 1000 meters.

Bang. 1500 meters.

And that was that. No more targets left, and nowhere to put them anyway, not inside the compound’s shooting range at least.

Moira’s lip curled and she let out a long, satisfied breath. She brought the rifle down and deactivated it, a satisfying click sounding as it compressed down into a more manageable size. As a hand wandered downwards to her crotch, her eyes surveyed with pride the 6 perfect bullseyes still smoking downrange. Widowmaker was the finest sniper in the world, inhumanly precise, monstrously deadly, or at least she had been.

Now Moira had all her skill, all her talent, and Widowmaker was busy gargling her Talons’ sperm like a seasoned breeding sow.

“Not bad.” She purred. “Not bad at all.”

“Mhaah… sooo gooooood.” Sombra moaned in agreement, although she was doubtless completely unaware of what Moira was actually talking about.

The ginger genius chuckled and smiled down at her plaything, gently scratching down Sombra’s spine from between her shoulder blades to her tailbone, and then delivering a vicious smack to her jiggling brown butt.

“Happy?” she asked teasingly, gripping Latina assmeat in her withered hand as the other set down her rifle in its case.

“Shoo… biiiiig… mamiii.”

Sombra’s whine was as adorable as her cunt was tight, and Moira let out a long, lustful purr in reply. She’d bent the little bitch over the firing bench as soon as they’d stepped into the range, and stuffed her sopping pussy full of Irish cock just seconds later. As she had been nailing six targets at a combined distance of 3370 meters on her first try, Sombra had been twerking and bucking her plump mocha ass on her cock and drooling into Moira’s panties.

Those panties were now sitting in a chewed-up wad on the floor, and Sombra’s mouth was free to moan and slobber over herself like the animal she was.

Moira grunted as Sombra’s ass smacked harder against her hips, biting her lip as her cock was thoroughly squeezed and massaged by the girl’s tight hole. Every last inch of her pole was snug inside her plaything, wet and warm and throbbing with pleasure. Ordinarily she wasn’t such a lazy lover, but she’d been eager to test out the new abilities Widowmaker had unwillingly given her and using Sombra a convenient cockwarmer in the meanwhile had kept her quiet enough for Moira to focus.

“Poor stupid little Sombra.” Moira sighed, taking a grip of her pet’s long hair and patting her blushing butt. “I’ve been neglecting you again, haven’t I? But you don’t care… not as long as you can stuff yourself full.”

“Breed me?” Sombra gasped, rolling her eyes back to stare at Moira’s face as the ginger yanked her hair like a leash.

“You’ve been very patient, whore.” Moira cooed, tugging on Sombra’s hair and forcing her to arch her back. “I think it’s time to give you your reward.” With a simple mental command, the biochip nestled in Sombra’s brain sent the signal that allowed hormones to flow freely. In an instant Sombra’s body responded and a tiny, vulnerable egg began its journey from her ovaries to its imminent destiny.

Sombra barely had time to blink before Moira pulled her hips back and slammed them forwards again hard enough to make her entire body go limp. Helpless in her owner’s hands, she howled and moaned in utter bliss, lifted off her spasming feet as Moira set to work. A slender arm locked around her throat, keeping her stuck in place as its scarred twin sank into her supple thigh and used it for leverage to pound her gushing cunt.

Sombra’s toes curled, dangling a few inches off the floor, as Moira filled her over and over and over again, each savage thrust bulging her belly like she was about to burst. Her fingers, usually so quick and steady, simply clung to Moira’s arm as it choked her, hanging on for dear life as she was given the breeding she had craved for so long.

“Fuuuuhhhk.” Sombra sobbed, “You’re… in… my… wooooomb!”

“Right where I want to be.” Moira agreed, flashing a cruel grin before sinking her teeth into Sombra’s ear. The helpless, brainwashed sow squealed with pain and came hard, squirting across the range in an impressive display.

Moira growled, fangs still locked onto Sombra’s ear, and squeezed her eyes shut as Sombra’s cervix milked her invading cock. The gorgeous warmth and softness of Sombra’s womb was a treat to feel as always, but the knowledge that she was about to thoroughly make it her property brought an extra thrill.

As Sombra let out another colossal squirting orgasm, Moria hit her own peak and snarled with bliss. Her balls, tight and hot and heavy, smacked against her prey’s bruising cunt and let their payload fly. As Moira pressed her face snug against Sombra’s cheek and choked her half to death, her cock throbbed and began to jet her cum deep into her plaything’s waiting womb.

Sombra’s purple eyes opened wide as searing hot sperm blasted the back of her babymaker like a pressure hose, filling her completely in only two spurts before beginning to stretch her like a balloon. She panted wordlessly, mouth open and tongue lolling, as more and more of Moira’s seed rushed inside her body, catatonic with bliss.

Her stomach, usually toned and svelte, grew outwards as if she’d just gorged herself on a five-course meal. Then as if she’d swallowed a melon whole, then as if she was in her third trimester. By the time Moira let her go with a satisfied whine, Sombra’s gut wobbled beneath her like a water balloon as she flopped onto her face, blissfully bred and totally unconscious once more.

Moira laughed as her cum came splashing out of Sombra’s gaping brown cunt in jets, before settling into a slow, steady ooze that began to grow a puddle beneath her sprawling body.

“God… I needed that.” she whistled to herself, slicking some sweaty ginger hair back out of her forehead. “Thank you dear.”

A few quick taps onto her phone brought up the link to Widowmaker and she smiled, seeing the assassin still in the clutches of her loyal Talons, half buried in their seed. She swiped with her thumb and switched to Sombra’s control feed, tapping in a few simple commands for when she awoke from her cum-bloated coma.

She glanced down at her mate’s unconscious face, smiling as she saw how happy Sombra looked lying there, bruised, sweat licked and utterly bred, before unbuttoning her shirt and tossing away her bra.

“Clean-up in the lab and the firing range.” She said simply into her comm, svelte hips swaying and monstrous cock bobbing as she made her way towards the door.

It had been a very productive day.