The Overwatch Courtesan

Undertaker

WARNING THIS MAY GET A LITTLE TRIGGERING TO SOME FOLKS!!! MENTION OF SOME ABUSE SO IF ITS NOT YO CUP OF TEA PLEASE SKIPPPP

It's almost midnight, and you are ready to call it a night when the headmistress tells you there's someone waiting for you upstairs. You want to protest, but you know better. You were tired, and hoped it wouldn't be anything too exhausting for you to handle at the moment.

You reach your room and open the door, but the lights are all off. You can't see anyone inside. "Hello?" You say as you close the door behind you.

There's no answer as you walk further in the room, your eyes attempting to adjust to the darkness. Maybe they went to do something really quick... You think. You turn around and bump into a man, gasping. Your heart skips a beat, and you attempt to laugh it off.

"I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to bump into you." You apologize, looking up. The man is wearing all black, and you can't see his face too well, though it looks very familiar.

He doesn't respond, only stands there, being intimidating. You can tell what kind of night this is going to be already, his behavior like a wolf hunting it's prey.

"Get on the bed." He commands, his voice dark and cold. You shiver slightly, doing as he asks. He walks to the edge of the bed, pulling you to him aggressively. He isn't gentle. You study his face as best you can, but can't pinpoint where you have seen him.

He runs his hand through your hair, grabbing it by the fist full. You wince, his grip on you hard as iron. He guides your head to his pleasure, silently telling you to give him oral.

Your heart is beating a thousand times a second, as you undo his belt and unzip his pants. You pull his cock out, and it's already hard as a rock.

He pulls your head towards him, telling you to get on with it. He doesn't waste time, that's for sure. You take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip before sucking. His grip tightens in your hair, making you yelp at the pain.

His hips buck, sending his cock further down your throat as you struggle to keep up. "Don't stop, whore." He mumbles as he jerks your head forward, grunting at how deep your going for him.

As soon as the word whore leaves his lips, you know exactly who it is. The man who was waiting for the cowboy a few weeks ago, who called you by the same name. It was him. You wanted to laugh, but thought better of it. He's ashamed of being here, but he can't stay away.

You suck his cock more, as if it were a lollipop. Knowing he was giving in like this gave you tremendous satisfaction. He couldn't stay away from you. He wanted you.

His other hand has found it's way tangled into your hair as you give him your best performance, not wavering as his cock fucks your mouth. He wants to humiliate you to feel better about himself. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but you were gonna be obedient and do anything he says.

You hear the man let out a small moan, and stops immediately. He's too close, and he still wants to drill into your wet sex. So he stops, taking your neck in his hand, throwing you down onto the bed. Your both breathless as he takes your dress, ripping it in half. You let out a small gasp,  unsure of what he was going to do next.

He runs his hand through his dark curls as he looks you over, deciding what he wants next.

"What do I want to do to you? It's so hard to decide." He says menacingly, as he strokes himself lightly, his eyes burning into you like fire. Suddenly, his face is inches from yours, a billow of black smoke emanating from his body. With no preparation nor warning, the man named Gabriel forces himself in you, causing you to cry out in pain.