Mercy & Futa Widowmaker - Medical Examination (GONE SEXUAL)

After a brief encounter between Overwatch and Talon agents, the elite assassin and sniper known as Widowmaker was somehow able to be captured. Widowmaker was brought back directly to HQ, in order to be imprisoned, interrogated, then no doubt sentenced for her numerous crimes. However, upon arrival at HQ, Mercy stepped in, demanding to see Widowmaker before any further action against her could take place. Mercy is determined to figure out what exactly has become of Amélie Lacroix, what experiments had been conducted on her in order for her to become this cold, ruthless killer now known as Widowmaker. Top personnel at Overwatch tried their best to add increased security, extra guards in the medical bay, surveillance inside the medical testing room in which Mercy was to examine (and hopefully find a way to treat) Widowmaker, though Mercy vehemently denied any and all added measures. Ever the angelic saviour, Mercy insisted on NOT treating her as Widowmaker, but instead wants to treat her as Amélie. She hopes that treating her as such, and not as a highly dangerous prisoner, will help the process of returning Widowmaker to who she once was. Reluctantly, they give in to Mercy's demands, urging her to be careful and keep her senses sharp regardless. Secretly, they take you aside, and inform you to keep yourself nearby, "just in case." As Mercy preps her room, you go over the briefing. Everything seems… suspicious. Talon agents weren't supposed to be at the site, especially not someone as high ranking as Widowmaker. And being captured without putting up a fight? Not resisting in the slightest, not even arguing, allowing herself to be brought all the way to Overwatch HQ no less? Something is off about this whole ordeal, it's as if Widowmaker *WANTED* to be captured… Back in the medical examination room, Widowmaker strips off her jumpsuit, seemingly agreeing to go along with whatever tests Mercy wishes to run on her. Mercy: Oh, Amélie… what have they done to you… Mercy laments as she takes in the sight of Widowmaker's naked body; her skin tone having a light blue hue, and being cold to the touch, because of the experiments done on her which slowed heart rate. Widowmaker doesn't say a word in response as she places her jumpsuit down on a nearby counter, then moves over to the medical bed in the center of the room. Mercy offers her a medical gown, though Widowmaker looks away, as if to reject the offer. Not wanting to press the matter and potentially upset Widowmaker, Mercy decides to move on, and begin her examination. She moves to a nearby table, and puts on a surgical mask and gloves, now ready to begin. Mercy occasionally radios in to report her progress, findings, or just otherwise check in as a safety precaution. Something strikes you as odd however, as a few hours after beginning, Mercy radios in and says that "thorough, rigorous testing is about to begin, and that she may not check in for some time." Her radio falls silent after, and another half hour passes with no clarification, you decide to check in on her in person. You make your way to Mercy's medical bay, granting yourself entry, as the automatic doors slide closed and lock behind you. Inside, the room seems to be… slightly hazy? As if some type of gas or mist was released, though there's no discernible odor or any other indication of anything like that, seeing as how this is sealed off clean room. Quickly though, you notice something else much more striking: Widowmaker is face down, ass up on the raised medical bed, with Mercy right beside her. Widowmaker's naked ass is up in the air, and Mercy has her face pressed right up against one of Widowmaker's ass cheeks, with one hand gripping Widowmaker's half erect cock, while also having two fingers inside Widowmaker's asshole. Mercy strokes Widowmaker's cock and fingers her asshole slowly, almost sensually, with her eyes glued directly onto Widowmaker's asshole, a look of pure, unadulterated desire and lust written all over her face. The face mask she's wearing is the only barrier between her mouth and Widowmaker's asscheek, no doubt the only thing stopping Mercy from licking, kissing, or drooling onto it. Her breathing also seems to be labored as well. After a few moments Mercy seems to finally notice you. Mercy: Ah! Oo-oohh… Sen, I didn't see you there. She slowly tears her face away from Widowmaker's ass, and reluctantly begins to pull her hands away from Widowmaker's cock and asshole as well. She adjusts her glasses after standing up straight. I was just… inspecting Amélie. Thoroughly inspecting Amélie… to learn more about her condition, of course. She explains as her gaze lingers back to Widowmaker's presented ass. Widowmaker stays in this compromising position for a moment, and you notice that she's staring right at you. Her yellow eyes seem to pierce right through you. Slowly, Widowmaker adjusts her position, and sits up onto the edge of the bed beside Mercy, her cock still half hard. Mercy's gaze now falls and locks right onto Widowmaker's cock. Widowmaker: Angela, you said there would be no visitors. She speaks, looking into Mercy's eyes, even though Mercy can't bring herself to tear her gaze away from Widowmaker's cock. Will you still continue to conduct your tests? Mercy: Mercy keeps staring for a moment longer before realizing she's being spoken to. Ah.. wha.. What? Oh yes, yes. Of course Amélie, more tests, more inspecting… It appears your presence here doesn't even register to her anymore, even though she just addressed you mere moments ago. Her focus is 100% back on Widowmaker. Something is definitely off here. This isn't like Mercy. As you try to figure out what is going on, Mercy pulls her face mask down, then slowly, sensually strides over in front of Widowmaker, her back turned to you. Widowmaker stares you dead in the eyes, as Mercy lowers down onto her knees in front of Widowmaker, her hands lightly gliding over Widowmaker's thighs, her face inching closer and closer to Widowmaker's crotch.