DVa has new shoes. They’re cute and small; shiny red pumps that hug her dainty feet and have the most delightful little heels that make satisfactory, ominous sounds when they click against the floor of her room, walking up and down behind the Soldier; watching him intently as he raises his ass higher into the air.

Showing off and submissive.

“Spread your knees wider.”

He complies easily, cheek pressed against the floor, cock swinging heavy and fat between his thighs. Already excited because she let him watch her undress; let him see her small tits and pretty cunt, hidden beneath the curls of her pubes.

“You’re a dirty, old man,” she tells him; and like this she can watch his hole clench, so small and pink between his meager ass cheeks. Usually she would go for it; push a dry, small finger up his ass and tell him how pathetic he is. How she’s going to fuck his cunt until he has to walk bow legged and everybody will know the big, bad Soldier 76 takes it up the ass.

However this time… she is more interested on what lies beneath. His sac big and dusky red; looking ridiculously vulnerable without the hair. She lifts one leg and taps the flat top of her foot against the underside.

She likes the feeling of it; how heavy and warm it is. How it makes him whimper immediately, his thighs shaking.

He’ll open his whole body up for her tortures, but the second there is an unfriendly little hand on his testicles, he curls up like a snail. It is cute, really.

DVa doesn’t prepare him for the sudden, sharp kick she delivers, foot stretched, making sure not to hit him with the hard point of her new shoes. Still, he yelps and folds together immediately, whimpering and pathetic – and her cunt pulses, nipples going tight with excitement.

“Up,” she tells him, voice rough and throaty. Urgent. One of her hands wanders between her thighs, fingers parting the humid tangle of her pubes; touching the slick lips of her pussy. “Up, come on. Show me your balls, perv.”

He whimpers but moves, lifting his ass, back a tantalizing cup. Offering himself.

She thinks if she ordered him to, he would offer her his testicles on the palm of his hand.

She kicks again, and this time he stays where he is, even though he makes a punched out sound of pain. She kicks again. And again.

She is addicted to the fleshy slapping sound; the sight of his balls bouncing ridiculously and swaying under their own girth and heft. His cock is still hard and needy, and she wonders if she could kick him to orgasm.

She pinches her clit, then, knees feeling weak, the points of her tits hurting dully with how hard they are.

“Pathetic old man,” she murmurs, going down in a squat, making sure some cool air hits her hot, swollen pussy. She wants a cock and wonders feverishly if she can hunt down Akande. Climb on his lap and cram his fat dick into her little pussy while knowing that Soldier is hurting and needy, balls swollen from her attentions.

She pulls back an arm and hesitates for only a second before slapping the heavy testicles, watching with delight how they swing for her; listening to Soldier’s strangled sob, the way his body wants to curl into itself again. 

God, she loves this…

Roadhog isn’t looking where she wants him to – at her, to be precise – so she frames his face in her hands, sharp fingernails digging almost gently into the generous fat beneath his chin.

It’s not meant to hurt; simply lead him with small pinpoints of pressure to tilt his nose up, his dark eyes staring into her face. He is mute, as he usually is, but his face is relaxed; almost slack.

He isn’t fighting against her ropes, and she likes the sight of him trussed up more than she would have thought. Even sitting on his ass – kneeling was out of the question; it did nothing good to his joints for as long as she liked to play with him – he was as tall as her.

“Just look at you,” she coos, voice high, nearly baby talking this big, silent man. His chest, unlike his large, firm belly, is soft and framed by the rope; pretty tits for her to play with in just a moment; squeeze his big nipples and make him grunt low and breathless.

“My pretty boy,” DVa murmurs. She lets go of his face but he stays as she put him, watching her with docile, dark eyes. She rubs her small hands across his big, round shoulders, gently squeezing at his massive biceps.

She suspects he would be able to get out of her bindings if he really wanted to, and the fact that he does not, makes her wet and needy. She squeezes her thighs together as she strokes trembling fingers across the pink rope she got just for this occasion, hooking her fingers in and tugging on it just to feel how tight it is on him; how nicely held together her sub is.

“Such a good boy for me. God, I can’t wait to play with you. Just you sit tight, Mommy’s gonna get her favorite playthings just for her gorgeous little toy.”