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Angela barely noticed Mei had approached until her soft, uncertain voice startled the doctor out of her transfixed gaze. Her eyes flickered and she briefly turned her attention to the surprisingly slutty pumpkin costume. She glared for a moment, only recalling the last bit of the question. “N-no,” she  replied. “This isn’t—” And then something else caught her attention entirely.

The blonde stepped back, still trying to process what she saw, and eventually found herself against the wall. She stared in abject horror as numerous monstrous creatures emerged from the portal. Everyone in attendance gawked, wondering if this was some kind of ingenious use of holograms, or perhaps something more worrisome. Mercy knew the truth, though, and even she couldn’t believe it was real.

The swirling mist writhed and pulsed with an otherworldly light, casting an eerie glow across the room. She heard someone scream to run, and Mercy agreed that this was the best course of action—except there was no way she was going to run in heels while still drunk. Everyone else spared no time as they bolted toward the various exits, and all of the otherworldly creatures gave chase.

Angela nervously swallowed as she found herself to be the only one left in the room. She hadn’t triggered a fight or flight response, but had frozen completely when faced with danger. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled through the thickening fog, trying to find her way through. An anxious sweat beaded on her forehead and trailed down her face as she prayed that she wouldn’t run into any straggling monsters. Shivering from the terror and temperature, she realized the skimpy, sheer material had been a mistake, too. She wanted to cross her arms over her chest, but she still needed to hold her trembling hands out blindly in front of her, desperately heading toward what she hoped was one of the exits.

Out of nowhere, she spied a pair of unwavering yellow eyes that glanced back and forth, surveying the room. Angela could have sworn they fell upon her for a moment, and the doctor’s breath hitched in her throat. She staggered back while a meek, frightened gasp slipped past her lips. She trembled, unsure of her options until she bumped into something else that caused her to jump and quickly spin around… to confront a folding table. She was relieved by the revelation, but she immediately looked back toward those eyes, only to see they were gone now. Mercy shivered again, wondering if she was being hunted by whatever that had been. But maybe it hadn’t seen her…

Angela dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled past the cheap, plastic tablecloth that hung nearly to the floor on either side. This wasn’t where she wanted to be, but it was far better than taking her chances out there. She whimpered as she took a deep, quivering breath while she wished she had some more wine to take off the edge, or possibly something stronger. The medic’s head drooped and she closed her eyes while she tried to come up with a plan of some kind. Nothing came to mind, though.

Frustrated, she opened her eyes and stared into her cleavage, watching as her chest shone with sweat through the thin fabric while other swatches clung to her pale, perfect flesh. Angela sighed with disappointment. Her tits looked amazing and the party was already over. Pharah didn’t even get to see this updated version of the witch costume either.

There was a sudden, clawed, scurrying noise against the tiled floor that made Angela’s ears perk up with new terror. She hoped it was nothing, but high-pitched giggles soon accompanied the click-clack sounds, making her blood run cold. Closer and closer, the sounds multiplied as they honed in toward her hiding spot. Red, glowing orbs shone through the thin plastic that separated her from the unseen entities, growing more brilliant as they neared. Mercy quickly realized they were eyes, and there were a fair amount of them. She estimated how small they must be based on the location of their eyes, and approximated there were perhaps four or five. She could fight that many if necessary.

The eyes came closer, and their giggles and maniacal laughter became more excited, as if they thought their quarry was unaware of their impending ambush. Angela restlessly nibbled her bottom lip as she clenched her delicate hands into fists, ready to fight whatever otherworldly creatures were on the other side. The monsters closed in, their glowing, red eyes casting an eerie illumination upon their thin, devilish faces as the light reflected off and through the plastic sheet.

They continued to chitter excitedly while they clicked their claws against the floor. The anxiety got to Mercy and she was about to burst into action when one of the creatures dug into claws into the tablecloth and yanked downward, making a slit in the flimsy barrier between them. More glowing eyes peered forth as they all ripped and shredded the plastic, finally revealing themselves to the doctor. They were tiny things, most of them only coming up to mid-calf height, although some were still shorter or taller to varying degrees. Their skin was red, although most had an earthy, brown tint to them. She was still confident she could take on a few and manage to escape through the oppressive fog.

The problem, however, was that their numbers were far higher than Angela had originally anticipated by a very significant and staggering number. Still, she needed to do something. With a drunken lunge forward, she swiped at the terrifying imps, hitting one directly in its head and sending it flying to the side while it screeched in pain.  The others didn’t seem to care about their colleague’s fate, though. Their glowing, perverse gazes never left Angela’s body.

Mercy pushed a few more away as she scampered from under the table and tried to stand on her wobbly, unsure feet. Already, the laughing, insufferable things had taken their opportunity to cling onto her wherever they could gain a grip. A couple latched onto her belt, another grabbed her calf, and a few jumped directly onto her back, making it particularly difficult for the inebriated woman to gain her footing. She stumbled through the fog for a few steps while even more of the imps crowded around her. They greedily pulled at her costume as they scaled her body until she was nearly completely covered by the creatures. It didn’t take long for Mercy to falter, and she crashed to the ground on top of a few of the monstrosities.

“G-get off of me…!” Angela angrily squirmed as their little clawed hands yanked and pulled at her outfit. They were surprisingly strong for their size, or at least very well coordinated as they kept her on the floor, more at their level. Even with the occasional grope or squeeze, Mercy was still under the impression they were only interested in causing bodily harm to her. As she pushed and squirmed, there was a telltale sound of fabric ripping. She didn’t care, though. If her costume was a bit worse for wear and she was able to escape, then it didn’t matter.

The blonde growled with frustration. There were so many of these damned things. Her grunts of exertion and panic were drowned out by the horde of devious, cackling monsters. Mercy didn’t notice the reality of her problems until she felt the chilled air against her skin. She gasped and her eyes widened as she realized her top was in multiple pieces and barely covered anything at all. Her ample breasts bounced with each arduous struggle, all while she felt their small, rough hands dig into the pale flesh with lecherous desire.

There was no way this was happening. Angela doubled her efforts to escape, which only encouraged the imps to keep going. Through the chaos, she caught a view of one of the many assailants with both hands squeezing her right breast while it lewdly ground its over-sized dick against her hardened nipple. Nothing should have surprised her at this point, but she was suddenly overcome by a revelation of what was really happening. This wasn’t just an act of violence upon the medic, but a complete violation by the swarming creatures. Mercy cried out, followed by a sudden surge of resistance that flared, only for her writhing form to ultimately be firmly held in place.

She was more acutely aware of the way they tugged and ripped her costume apart, eagerly exposing more of her pale flesh as they went. Their laughter echoed through her head as she struggled in vain. Those small, greedy hands squeezed and caressed her breasts and stomach while the others worked furiously to uncover more of her delicate skin. Worst of all, she could feel their hot, hard dicks rubbing against her skin as they climbed over her. And as they continued, they grew far more demanding of her. A few of them gathered around her face, which wasn’t all that alarming or different than anything else during the struggle so far, except one rubbed his slimy cock over her face.

Mercy gasped and recoiled in horror as she desperately tried to move. She didn’t get very far, and the imp simply kept up pace with her, determined to rub the dark crimson head of its cock against the slutty witch’s cheek. An imp on the other side of her head followed suit, slapping his fatter dick against her opposite cheek. Another straddled her neck, slapping its cock directly against her tightly-closed lips. He didn’t mind her reluctance and dragged the head of his cock against her lips, coating them with its otherworldly pre-cum while it cackled.

Others had the same idea. They smeared their cocks against her skin, leaving lines of pre-cum along the exposed areas of her body. The imps were quickly overcome with a fear of missing out and worked feverishly to shred Mercy’s outfit so they could do the same to her pale, pristine body. Instead of rubbing themselves over her, though, some took slavering licks and slurps of her skin that made the overwhelmed woman squirm and twitch in response. Another imp latched onto her erect nipple, its sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh while it groped and massaged the tender flesh.

Several imps wrapped themselves around her torso, their throbbing members pressing against her ribs and stomach while they wildly humped against her. Small claws raked lower, along her sides, shredding through the thin material of her skirt. Angela’s firm stomach was fully exposed to their greedy touches while dozens of rough tongues left wet trails along her skin. More imps pushed their dicks against her body, rubbing themselves against every newly-exposed bit of her body. Sharp teeth nipped at her hips while others continued to grope her breasts, pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples between rough and adoring licks and nibbles.

The doctor squirmed as the skirt was torn away completely, leaving her in only stockings and underwear. The flimsy material didn’t stand a chance against the imps. They grabbed her thighs and spread them wider as even more of the creatures joined in from the depths of the fog. All of their eyes were hungrily fixated on her black, lace panties as they moved closer. Their touch was rough enough to hold her in place, but not to leave any marks upon her immaculate skin as they made quick work of her stockings. The imps made a series of excited noises as her long legs were exposed to the swarm’s attention. Rough tongues lapped at her inner thighs while small hands kneaded and squeezed the firm flesh.

More imps rubbed their throbbing cocks against her skin while others vied for room between her legs to stare at her panties with the utmost admiration. They were wretched beings, but they fully understood how big of a deal it would be to fully expose their prey’s sex. The black lace offered no protection once the creatures grew impatient in this last step. Their small claws shredded the delicate fabric in seconds, leaving her dripping pussy to their ravenous gazes. Many of their spellbound faces shoved forward, all trying to get a taste of her exposed folds while others now thrust and ground against her thighs.

Angela screamed as she felt the cold air against her pussy. There was little she could do in this situation aside from scream and cry out, although her voice was quickly giving out after so long. Sharp teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh while tiny hands pried her pussy lips apart, giving them better access to her most intimate areas. Mercy’s clit throbbed as their tongues focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves while others pushed their whole hands into her dripping pussy. They found the wet, squelching noise to be highly entertaining as they plunged in and out, covering their fists in her arousal and causing it to messily drip between her thighs.

At least one imp shoved its face lower between her spread legs, its tongue unyielding as it flicked against her puckered rim from that awkward angle. Mercy clenched and weakly squirmed in resistance. She was far too exhausted after so much struggling to continue doing it any longer. Even her exasperated cries came out as nothing more than low, disassociated whines. Every lick, squeeze, rub, and thrust against her body left her feeling more defiled with each moment this continued.

Too weak to resist any longer, the imps at her face rubbed their dick against her lips, finally gaining entry to her mouth. She groaned again as she tasted their foul pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. Mercy wanted to pull away, but any direction she moved her head resulted in a demonic cock in her mouth. The continuous violation soon came to a head as several of the creatures climaxed at the same time. The doctor felt their cocks pulsing against her skin as the first wave writhed against her.

Cum splashed across her breasts, coating her pale flesh with thick ropes of jizz. It was unlike regular cum, though, with the sticky substance feeling strangely warm and tingling wherever it touched. More of the creatures came soon after, their cum marking her thighs and stomach. She gasped as the sensation spread across her body, making her nerve endings sing with unwelcome pleasure. Each new splash of seed intensified the bliss that coursed through her body.

The imps continued to rut and grind against her frantically, spreading the mess upon her skin. Some had grown bold enough to thrust into her dripping cunt, which they worshiped so reverently. None of the creatures that pushed inside of her lasted long, their hot seed oozing within her and creating a new, irresistible sensation in her core. Angela shook and jerked as the growing pleasure blossomed quickly. And, with each new load that was added, that feeling only multiplied. One gripped her by the clit. The sharp claws were extremely precise and careful with her as it applied just enough pressure to spike the pleasure with just a bit of pain and the foreboding risk of what could happen if she resisted too much.

The otherworldly creatures at her face didn’t last long either. They quickly coated her face with their cum, letting it drip all along her features. They smeared it over her lips, shot directly onto her tongue, and made sure it filled the wells of both eyes so she couldn’t open them. Some even made sure to push the heads of their dicks against her nostrils before they climaxed, spurting their disgusting cum directly into her sinuses.

It wasn’t long before Mercy was an absolute mess. Her resistance had crumbled over time while she was consumed by the warm, spreading sensation of ecstasy that she couldn’t ignore. Each lewd caress, pinch, and thrust of the imps pushed her closer to the edge as her body betrayed her completely. There was a sudden jerk as Angela sharply arched her back while an intense orgasm ripped through her trembling form. Her pussy clenched rhythmically as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her broken, wanton moans echoed through the room as she was still held in place, forced to endure every sensation.

Multiple orgasms came one after the next, each one building off of the last. Her skin was thoroughly coated with demonic seed. Even though she was already mobbed by imps, more joined in the celebration of their latest victim. Aside from her desperate, wordless pleas, the room reverberated with the sound of dozens of imps’ bodies slapping against her cum-glazed form. Her whole body, from head to toe, was covered in their release, making her hypersensitive to every single touch. Still, the imps continued to use her as they saw fit, all while many groped and rubbed her, massaging their spunk into her perfect flesh.

Mercy’s thighs quivered as another orgasm rapidly approached. Her mind went blank as the pleasure completely consumed her. Her holes clenched as her skin was still painted with more cum. The creatures showed no compassion for the woman they luridly worshiped as she laid there, trembling and dripping with drying cum. Even as some imps grew weary of their debauched treatment, more emerged from the nearby portal, as if drawn to the scent of Angela’s utter defeat.

The ordeal would never end as the frenzy continued. Her body shuddered as she was constantly overwhelmed, their cum forcing her to endure such torturous pleasure. Her depraved, drawn out moans had morphed into agonized wails of torment as she felt the forced sensations building into what felt like a final, uncontrollable surge of pleasure.

As she came, her back violently arched as a golden light erupted from around her body. The blast sent all of the imps flying across the room, their small forms tumbling and rolling along the floor. The light intensified, cutting through the dense fog as Angela floated in place, suspended by a supernatural force.

The cum that covered her body seeped into her flesh, slowly creating patches of crimson that spread across her skin. The shade started off pale at first, slowly darkening into rich hues as it moved across her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her nipples took on a slightly darker shade of red, while her pussy lips flushed a vivid scarlet. The color spread out along the rest of her body, creeping along the pale flesh. Even her blonde hair slowly darkened from its platinum shade to pure black.

Mercy stared at her trembling hands as she angelically floated in place, astonished by the odd change in her skin color and the constant tingling that radiated from within. She suddenly felt discomfort in her feet, though. As she glanced lower, she watched as her toes painfully shifted and the finely-pedicured nails lengthened, hardened, and turned into obsidian black claws.

Before she could fully comprehend the previous changes, further transformations assailed her all at once. There was an intense pressure at the base of her spine as a long, whip-like tail emerged and grew longer by the second. The appendage was the same shade of red as the rest of her skin, but ended in a black spade while black protuberances lined the top. Her fingers elongated as well, with her nails turning to the same, wicked claws as her toes. Her hands were still elegant, but were now perfect instruments to inflict both pleasure and pain. She briefly doubled over from the pain as horns pushed through her scalp. They curved upward gracefully, growing longer and more defined with each moment. The black points settled into an elegant, skyward position, adding to  the medic’s sexy and dangerous allure.

Angela growled, clenching her jaw in order to deal with the pain. She breathed deeply as she glanced around the room, watching all of those red, peering eyes staring at her in awe. She didn’t even notice her own eyes changing. The whites completely disappeared as darkness spilled into the lovely orbs. It swirled and spread like ink until her eyes were completely black, as if they were infinite pools of darkness that drew in all light.

Her chest still rose and fell with each heavy breath as the blinding light that had surrounded her seemed to be unknowingly absorbed by her hateful gaze. With the fading aura, she soon planted her transformed feet against the floor before she stood up straight. She watched the confused and eager stares of the imps that surrounded her as they wondered if they should swarm her again or bide their time in doing so. Mercy scoffed and she grinned with predatory intent.

Angela traced her plump, red lips with her serpentine tongue. The creatures that had violated her so thoroughly now prostrated themselves before her feet, worshiping her perfect form. She sneered at their pathetic display, though. These lesser demons weren’t worth her time or attention. They weren’t even good enough to grovel at her feet or to beg for forgiveness for their previous transgressions.

Her lips parted and a cruel grin crept at the corners of her mouth. “Heroes never die,” she muttered with a gravelly, ethereal voice as she channeled all of her power into the palm of her hand. Where there would have usually been a bright light, there was only a ball of darkness. The imps suddenly screamed in agony, although the panicked sounds quickly came to an end as their bodies withered and crumbled into ash that scattered along the floor.

“Angela…? Is that you…?” Someone called from a doorway across the room.

The former doctor took a deep, wistful breath as she instantly recognized that voice. She slowly turned, glancing over her shoulder as her pitch-black eyes fixated upon the woman that, for so many lonely nights, she had longed for. Her tongue played over her lips again as she surveyed her teammate in a brand new perspective.

“No,” the demonic woman replied almost inquisitively, as if she didn’t know the answer herself. “She’s gone,” she stated as she took a slow, seductive step toward Pharah while she fully appraised the woman. “You can call me Cruelty…”

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