"My good men, today we have somethin' to celebrate."
You can't see. You're freezing cold. You can't move a muscle, stuck in place on your knees. You're restrained by chains. There's something in your mouth, forcing it open.
"We have in our midst today two esteemed guests. Our first guest, ya may remember, abandoned us in favor of joinin' Overwatch. And ya know what he did? Ratted all of us out and stole what was rightfully ours! Now... we're gonna show him how much of a bitch karma can be. Bob, bring out Jesse McCree!"
Deafening shouts of anger and fury come at you from every angle.
"Where is she!? What did you do to her!? I swear to God, I'll kill every last one of you!" Hearing Jesse's voice usually puts you at ease, but you're too scared to feel anything positive.
"Next, our woman of the hour. A multi-millionaire who lived in an Irish subway station with a kill count of four hundred and ninety-five, Jesse's new toy is one tough bitch. But we'll know how to break her. Put your hands together for the Whisper Killer!"
Your eyes are pierced by bright lights as you hear ooh's, laughter and catcalls. When your eyes focus, you realize you're in a small animal cage. From behind the bars you see Jesse's horrified expression. Behind Jesse, you see an audience of hundreds of men. Ashe steps in front of you, holding up a mirror. You're completely naked, restrained by leather and metal. Your teeth tighten around the red ball gag in your mouth as you look at the large words written on your stomach above an arrow pointing to your vagina. Though it's reversed, you can clearly tell that it says "FUCK ME!"
You feel yourself heat up from embarrassment. You can't bear to look at Jesse. You're so ashamed.
Your audience begins to get excited when you hear a small buzzing. In one hand, Ashe holds a microphone up to her lips. In her other, the unmistakable shape of a Hitachi wand. You try to squirm away from her, but you're strapped in place. Ashe pushes the vibrator to your clitoris. Your entire body starts to shake. You don't want to feel pleasure and try your best not to, but the vibrations just feel so, so good. You try to lift yourself away from the head of the Hitachi, but Ashe pushes it against you harder. As if on their own, your hips begin moving back and forth, side to side, grinding against the vibrator. Ashe flips a switch and the vibrations become more intense, the pulses quickening. You start to pant, your muscles contracting as you throw your head back and bite down on your gag. Your knees quiver as she pulls the Hitachi away from you, switching it off and swiping a finger across your sopping wet inner lips. She brings her finger to her tongue and sucks on it for a few seconds.
"Looks like you're a squirter, huh?" She croons as she takes a step closer to you, unhooking your ball gag. You cough, tearing up. Glancing over Ashe's shoulder, you see Jesse. His head is tilted down. You can't see his eyes, but you can feel the disappointment in him. Ashe strokes your cheek, leaning in and biting your bottom lip. Her hand dances along the curve of your back as she tightens her grip around your ass.
"You wet yourself in front of Jesse. Why don't you get his attention? Show him how much of a shameless slut you are. Tell him what you've become. Let him know that you're mine."
You flinch when your feel something pressed against your hip. Your eyes dart down to see a cattle prod pressed against your skin. You curl your lips into your mouth tightly, as it pains you to say what you're about to say. You inhale and lean forward. "Jesse!! Look at me!!" You shout, echoing throughout the room. "I'm such a dirty whore, aren't I!? I'm gonna be Ashe's new fuckslut from now on!! Look at me, everyone!! I'm an exhibitionist little cum bucket!!"
Tears fall from your eyes when you see Jesse tremble at your words.
Hey.
Sorry this chapter is so short, I was anticipating this and the next chapter to be one, but I decided on having them be separate for suspense reasons.
And to the reader, thanks for sticking with me through my five month hiatus. It means a lot that you would stay around while I was at my worst. I really appreciate you, reader.
-Lucille
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Bad Name (McCree X Reader)
FanfictionYou're Ireland's deadliest hired assassin. After years of running from the government, you decide to take a little vacation out of the country. While you're away, you meet someone just like you.
