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Widowmaker stared with detached intrigue while all of her other teammates fled, screaming and panicking as they scattered down various corridors without as much as a plan. “Such poor tactical awareness,” she scoffed in a thick, French accent. It wasn’t until the fog thickened that the sniper decided it was time to leave as well. She was at a disadvantage without a clear view of the enemy, and that seemed particularly unwise with so many unknown variables.

She was able to easily avoid the invading monstrosities as she moved with lethal grace through the chaos. Or, perhaps she just fit in—with the thin, white bandages that covered her blue skin, and her emotionless, yellow eyes that shone through the fog, not displaying the slightest hint of fear. Still, Widowmaker was cautious as she moved to the stairwell and calmly ascended, ignoring the sounds of mayhem below.

The skimpy costume, while very reliably fastened in place, wasn’t meant for much more than lounging around. It clung to her like a second skin while the long strips of cloth shifted and bunched but never exposed the woman’s more intimate areas. The most distracting element was her own anatomy—the bandages constantly constricted and shifted around her substantial cock, almost as if the fabric was intent on arousing her.

Soon enough, she came to the security control room and locked the reinforced door behind her. She scanned the various monitors, watching her teammates as they fled from or defended each other from the otherworldly creatures. The longer she watched, the less she thought of them. They acted like cowards in the face of the unknown, or they were too sure of themselves as they clashed with beings that were far beyond their comprehension. Widowmaker sighed and shook her head. She hated to say it, but this would have never happened during a Talon event… not that there ever were any…

There was a faint drip from above, landing on the control panel. Amélie was far too focused on the various screens to notice it. The little droplet oozed out, spreading out as it settled, followed by a hissing noise as the corrosive liquid dissolved the plastic. A moment later, another drop landed on the back of Widowmaker’s hand, and she finally glanced down at the warm substance on her skin. She moved to wipe it away, only to smudge it across a bandage on the other hand. Her eyes instantly widened in alarm as the portion of her bandage dissolved around her wrist.

Panic wasn’t something that the sniper often felt, but it was certainly present as she glanced upward to find the source of the dangerous leak. A ceiling vent loomed above her and a thick, purple ooze seeped from the vent grate. Everything moved in slow motion as Amélie’s training kicked in. She immediately dove sideways, the sudden motion causing several bandages to strain while a single breast popped free. Widowmaker was able to avoid the substance landing on her head, but it still managed to fall onto her ankle, as if it had shifted its descent to catch her.

“Merde…” The blue-skinned assassin hissed as she watched the slime dissolve the series of bandages around her feet and ankles. Each strip of fabric that the ooze touched melted away, dissolving into the sludge as it climbed higher along her calves. Instinctively, she kicked at it in an effort to brush it away or force it back down, but that only resulted in the slime ensnaring her other foot and consuming the bandages there, too.

“Putain, mais c'est quoi ce bordel?!” Widowmaker snarled, more pissed off with herself for making such a silly mistake. She felt the ooze shifting all around her bare feet, sliding between her toes even though it appeared to be mostly stationary. Even as she attempted to move her legs apart, the substance held strong, keeping her legs side by side as it spread upward. It took every bit of willpower to keep from striking at it with her fists, knowing that it would more than likely just speed up the slow, creeping motion as it moved upward, over her calves and knees.

She placed her palms against the ground and attempted to push herself away from the slowly-advancing ooze, but it was as firmly stuck to the floor as it was to her skin. The creature continued up her thighs, spreading a warm, almost comforting sensation against her cool, blue skin. Her thighs were fully exposed at this point and the intricate series of bandages had been weakened so much that her substantial dick strained against the fabric.

The cold-blooded assassin wasn’t concerned about being exposed, but there was a certain anxiety about the way the slime spread over her body, as well as the gentle tingle as it dissolved every bit of clothing it came across in the process. It moved with purpose, as if it knew exactly what it was doing as it advanced, exposing her smooth, toned thighs along the way.

Amélie nervously bit her bottom lip as she felt the bandages that covered her crotch and hips start to disintegrate. Leaning back with her elbows on the floor, she watched as her thick, limp cock came into view. The light, tingling feeling was enough to mildly arouse her, causing her member to chub up a bit while the troublesome slime eased between her thighs and engulfed her heavy sack and teased the base of her shaft.

The formless creature paused for a moment as it covered her hips, as well as her bubbly rear as it pressed against the floor. She gasped and jerked as she felt the warm ooze slip between her cheeks, sliding along her pucker and perineum, almost like a reverent lick from an admirer. Under different circumstances, she would have welcomed and encouraged this kind of adoration.

“Putain…” she muttered the curse in her native tongue once again as she was assaulted by the unwanted pleasure. Her cock had grown harder now, sticking upward with a slight curve to it that pointed it toward her stomach while the dark blue head peeked out from the foreskin. Widowmaker’s breath was stuck in her throat for a moment as her resolve faltered and the slime fully engulfed her dick.

Widowmaker moaned. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The ooze didn’t move like a normal fluid. Instead, it created a sensation of tight, wet heat pulsing around her cock. It was like being balls-deep in the most warm, wet, perfect pussy, and yet… not quite on the same level. This was something altogether different and vastly more intense. Amélie’s composure cracked as the mass moved with rhythmic sensations along her thick cock. Her eyes flickered as the creature generated waves through that one area, making the sniper feel as if she was being stroked and sucked at the same time.

Another groan escaped her lips, this time far more addled, as if she wanted to give in to the overwhelming sensations. The mass around her cock pulsed with invisible pressure, creating wondrous sensations as the slime used its shifting, shapeless form to caress and squeeze her heavy nuts. Amélie was so distracted that she hadn’t even noticed the creature’s advance as it slid up her flat, clenching abs, melting away the bandages with ease. She couldn’t focus as she was kept on edge, as if this slime was intimately aware of just how to tease the assassin.

Widowmaker’s thighs trembled as the ooze generated new sensations. Her mouth gaped wide open and she threw her head back. She could have sworn she was being deep-throated as she was squeezed by a tight, wet heat. The only thing missing were the sloppy, aggressive motions of someone’s forehead bouncing against her toned lower stomach. Now, the sniper was the one attempting to restrain herself as the pleasure radiated through her core as her body betrayed her, responding to every bit of this being’s unyielding assault.

Her breath came out as a wavering moan while sweat dripped from her forehead. Proud that she had been able to resist, she lifted her head from its tilted back position and glanced down, only to see the purple creature was just below her breasts. Widow’s eyes widened in alarm as she desperately reached out, attempting to grab anything she could use as a weapon, or something she could attempt to pull herself away with.

The slime, like any horror icon, was slow and uncaring of its victim’s struggles. It flowed over the gentle swells of Amélie’s breasts, spreading its warmth along her skin as it applied just a bit of pressure to the delicate flesh. Soon, she felt phantom caresses along her nipples while unseen hands groped and kneaded her breasts. Widowmaker’s expression narrowed in disapproval, as if already knowing the odds were heavily against her in this scenario. Both nipples were achingly hard as she felt lips massaging her nipples while eagerly being sucked upon, even though the ooze was completely motionless against her skin.

She winced as she arched her back involuntarily, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Fingers rolled and tugged her sensitive peaks, further causing the pleasure to pulse through her body in waves. All over her body, from feet to chest, it felt like hundreds of eager tongues lapping at her skin. Amélie had been conditioned to ignore any distractions, but never anything this strong. Her jaw clenched tightly while her body trembled, and her controlled breaths turned to ragged exhales through her teeth.

“Arrête... je vais...” She managed to gasp out just before she lost control. Her cock throbbed and pulsed within the simulated maw as thick, gushing spurts of cum erupted into the slime. The sniper attempted to thrust her hips upward, but any motion was still extremely limited. A gentle and needy whine emitted from her quivering lips as she glanced downward, only to watch as a massive blob of cum floated within the ooze and was seemingly absorbed, much like her bandages had been.

At this point, she realized the slime had moved over her chest and shoulders, leaving her almost completely covered. She felt the wet warmth against her chin and tilted her head back again to keep it from spreading any faster than it already was, but the action was far too late. The creature had already touched her skin and remained there, slowly spreading upward along her jaw. All the while, the creature continued to manipulate her body and push her toward a second climax as it continued to tease her.

It crept along her jaw, but any resistance was a futile act, only extending the foreboding sense of anxiety. Soon enough, the substance traced along the bottom of her tightly pursed lips, tickling along the sensitive tiers for a moment before pushing into her mouth with a strength that she couldn’t resist. Widow’s mouth was forced wide open, her tongue freely moving about despite her predicament.

The slime spread along her face, over the back of her neck, and continued upward, seemingly determined to engulf her entire body. Even now, the ooze had trailed over her arms, down to her hands that were planted against the floor. For the first time in ages, her mind was gripped by fear. The substance covered her nose and she wondered if she would drown in the purple muck or be suffocated by it instead as she felt its tickling presence spread up her nostrils. There was a brief moment that she couldn’t breath, but in an instant she could still draw breath, even if it was tinged with the slime’s sweet, heavy scent.

While not nearly as terrifying, the same warmth crept into her ears, but it only worked to deafen all sounds, making even her open-mouthed groans only vaguely audible to herself through the vibrations of her own voice rattling through her head. To anyone else, the noise would have been a garbled and lewd attempt at speech. The only reason she wasn’t drooling was due to the slime absorbing any excess moisture from the sniper’s mouth.

If this mess wasn’t humiliating enough, Amélie soon felt the ooze that was already between her cheeks pushing the plush globes wide apart. The assassin gave an inarticulate groan as the slime doubled its attention to her rear, simulating long, luxuriating licks that circled the rim while other, phantom muscles worshiped her perineum and the base of her sack at the same time. Her cock, still in the midst of its own overstimulating pleasure, surged back to a full, throbbing erection. The constant, warm kisses and licks against every inch of her flesh was enough to melt any further resistance, leading to a long and lurid groan of pleasure from her open mouth.

The slime continued to push against her resistant pucker, slowly wearing down Amélie’s clenching rim as it applied just a bit more pressure. If anyone had been there, they would have clearly seen Widow’s ooze-covered eyes roll back while her rear twitched and flexed against the initial intrusion. Once it gained entry, it immediately expanded, stretching the sniper’s tight ring into an obscene, perfectly circular hole. The translucent, purple ooze allowed the wet, pink interior to be seen as she was violated.

The substance worked quickly once it had pushed inside, with a surge of fluid flooding her anus and forcefully pressing against her prostate. The result was immediate. Widow’s open-mouthed cries echoed through the room while she came again. Her struggling motions intensified now that the slime was directly stimulating her. Each clench of her cheeks was met with a gentle, rhythmic pressure against her prostate, milking another healthy spurt of seed from her cock. Appreciative licks were more emphatically applied to her heavy nuts while the slime feasted upon her cum.

The assassin had passed her limit ages ago—at least, it felt like ages. Time had ceased to mean anything to Widowmaker as she floated, engulfed by the ooze. And then her eyes widened as she felt rounded shapes pushing into her rear, seemingly separate from the mass that was already occupying her ass. They felt like a warm, jelly-like substance, with each stretching her rim just a bit more as they passed inside.

Widow suddenly grunted in alarm, but the creature didn’t seem to enjoy her verbal protests any longer. The ooze sealed over her lips, leaving her slime-coated nostrils to breathe through. The creature forced her mouth open again, only for her to experience the same subtle sensation of something pushing past her lips before sliding down her throat. The feeling was surreal and her body’s gag reflex was instantly triggered, but the round, unseen thing simply pushed further down her throat until it settled in her stomach.

This panic continued to assail her while the rest of the slime worked tirelessly to distract her. The sensation of warm lips around each toe, the tongue at the back of her knees, her hips, her stomach, the side of her neck—every area of her body was stimulated in some way, each touch bringing a maddening level of stimulation that no single human could ever endure, much less process. Another orb slipped past her clenching rim while two more descended down her throat. She quickly lost count, but she could easily feel the slimy orbs swirling and pulsing inside of her. Widowmaker trembled as she climaxed again.

Amélie stared at the ceiling through the translucent, purple haze as her mind broke. The orbs had stopped being implanted inside of her, but she swore that she felt them ever-so-slowly growing, stretching her insides in ways that should have been uncomfortable but somehow felt maddeningly delightful. Her stomach visibly bulged, but the assassin couldn’t see it since she couldn’t lift her head. She was trapped in the substance while she was manipulated with such devastating skill.

Her cock throbbed while phantom mouths sucked and kissed her inner thighs. She was filled, stretched, and stimulated from every angle. Pre-cum continuously flowed from her length as she was milked. She was suspended here, helpless to its whims as it used her. Fingers squeezed and kneaded her breasts while tongues rapidly flicked over her nipples.

Widowmaker couldn’t form coherent thoughts any longer as the pleasure continued to build to impossible levels. Her body had betrayed her. Her training was useless against this kind of unfathomable enemy. Phantom hands caressed her ass and ghostly tongues continued to rim her stretched hole. Her cock pulsed as the purple mass stroked her, sucked her, and squeezed at the same time, reducing Amélie to a quivering mass that was a slave to the ecstatic bliss.

Everything else ceased to exist for her as the assassin lost consciousness. This substance had complete control over her body, reducing her to nothing but a toy for this creature’s pleasure. Her sharp, golden eyes were unfocused and glazed over, frequently rolling back as she was pushed toward yet another orgasm. This slime had become her entire world. She no longer cared about Overwatch, Talon, or any of that unresolved conflict. Even the fate of teammates was of no concern to her.

This was her life now. Suspended in infinite pleasure and used however the slime desired. And somewhere in her shattered mind, Amélie was perfectly content with that fate.

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