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“Ah! No! Ahhh!” Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable fall to the ground below. “Ugh!” She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a heavy thud and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator. “Uuuhhh…” She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a suddenly prominent point of red flashing light. The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing japanese Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her. Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building's roof, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit for its very unique purpose. With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. “W-what did you do to me!” Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker's ears. Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle, “I beat you.” She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes, “Now sleep, things will be different when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it.” “W-what? W-... Uhh..” Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its hold on her. Tracer’s dreams were less than pleasant, asian confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away. A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark to be real. Movement, pain, music? Flowers? Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress. “I-I’m alive…” she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all, “Where… Where am I… Who's there?...” she asked, her eyes opening to narrow slits, the bright light of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person. “Welcome home, mon amour.” Came a far too familiar voice, the rich French accent soft and unconcerned. Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to Solo flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of weapons, armours and accelerators, to do more than sit up. After the brief struggle that left her in an upright position, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually bright voice sounding teen worn out, “What… What did you do masturbation to me?” “Nothing I won't regret. Tea?” Came the voice, oddly… Casual. Tracer raised a hand as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to find that she wasn’t restrained in any way. She held the hand over her eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a thick duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body. “What’re… Ah… My head…” Tracer whimpered, raising both her hands to her head as she squeezed her eyes shut, the pain passing quicker now. “Do not worry, that’ll pass. I know.” Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate eyebrows raised, a cup in one hand held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside dark and steaming. “Widowmaker… You’re… Wearing a T-shirt?” Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most baffling aspect to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants. Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm, “What? It was a bench of some sort; padded with detachable sections at each end and it had metal rings on the metal bars that went along the sides at floor level. They each moaned into each other’s mouth, as he got deeper and deeper inside her. He had fucked me like a crazy man. He was sapped of all of his japanese energy. Before masturbation I replied, I asked Tina and Dakota if either one of them could take Amy grocery shopping. For an older man Daniel, still handsome, could get anyone to sleep with him. She walked to the end of the Solo table, sliding in the leg extension. Releasing her primal sexual need for a dominate male sex partner to father her children. I left a surprise on the bed for you.” Her auburn bush was a trimmed patch. Christina's doctor suggested invitro fertilization, but it was asian too expensive, and Greg balked at the idea because people would think he wasn't man enough to get his own wife pregnant. Was "slightly" enough to make her cum on the spot at – "HEY. We can figure all of that out! As for the matter of letting you free when the dog lost interest I must have been distracted, as far as I know the dog has made no pause in fucking you," the ghost answered. This teen is my tenth year of posting to XNXX, so to celebrate, I am proud to present my masterpiece of terror! ..” Her mouth hung open, all pink and wet inside her full lips. President Brooks would make sure that no one stopped her. “do you remember how drunk I was on that night...how I couldn’t properly sing our love making song or how I had been to the toilet on many occasions over those last three hours we were drinking” she smiled a devilish smile as she said the last of the words. “I didn’t rape her!” I yelled at her, not knowing what to say.