Authors note- This chapter contains graphic sexual references. If you can't handle that, don't read. I won't take responsibility for people getting offended by these rare chapters by me.

"And we're running the show!"

The camera turned on to begin recording.

"Tell us your name, honey" The Director asked politely.

The camera recorded a Latina who was sat down on her bed, in her den. A camera crew with one director were stood before her. They were all Los Muertos, invited here by the hacker. However none of them were figures she recognised from her days when she ran with this gang.

"I have many names..." She replied, looking at her nails. "I think Olivia will do for today..."

"It's alright...don't drift from the camera" The director told her. "Let's see those beautiful eyes"

Sombra looked up at the probe that hovered a little distance from her, she looked straight into the lens that was integrated into it. She fluttered them.

"Lovely purple eyes, aren't cybernetics cool?" He said. "How much of you is metal, I wonder? Are we gonna like what we see under that coat?"

Sombra looked down at herself, brushing her hand on the smooth surface of her coat. Gabriel had made her about another three of these, she always dressed like this. Just like Widow was always in that jumpsuit. It was her...trademark outfit.

"I think you'll be pleased" She assured them. "I'm...fully compatible"

"Hehe, I guess we'll find out soon" He chuckled. "And who is that? Will he be joining in?"

He gestured at the teddy bear that was on her bed. Sombra smiled and picked him up, she made him give a little wave. She probably looked pretty cute as she did that.

"Oh, he's just a spectator" She said. "Aren't you, little guy?"

"Well, we best get started then" The director decided. "Can you lose the coat? We need to know what we're dealing with, develop appropriate countermeasures if you know what I mean"

Sombra placed her teddy to one side and stood up. She opened up her coat and then let it fall from her shoulders and arms on the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a black tank top.

"Wow, just from that I'm already beginning to make out your curves" He said, inspecting her like an intellectual. "Can I get some more incentive?"

Sombra obliged him by turning around and placing a hand on her hip, and then turning her neck to look at him with a smile. More curves were certainly to be found, here.

"Gosh, that's an ass just waiting to escape" He admired, the camera zooming in on her. "How many squats did you do to earn that?"

"It's just the way it is" She informed him with a giggle. "Excuse me, it's getting a bit warm in here"

She was confident, they liked that. Sombra took hold of her top and pulled it over her head. The crew could see the metal spine that ran down her lower neck to her back.

"Woah, that's interesting" He said, surprised. "What is it?"

Funny they asked, it was actually from the Los Muertos that Sombra originally got this cybernetic illegally. However it has been changed and improved by Talon since then.

"It's a...spine-corrector" She lied.

It was actually a very advanced hub that connected her very being to the world's Holonet, but that wasn't information she could readily share.

"Can we touch it?"

"Sure"

The director nodded to one of the men, who stood up and knelt down behind her. He gently ran his finger across the metal spine. As he did so, however, he also made sure to undo the strap of her bra and let it fall from her. Sombra didn't even react, she just accepted it. There was no way they were genuinely interested in her cybernetics, only the organic parts.

"Let's turn around here, baby" He whispered as he made her face the crew. "Hm, those are some nice tits"

Sombra ran her hands up from her hips and then to her breasts, giving them a squeeze. They were sizeable, and supple. The camera zoomed in close to them. Her nipples were soft, not currently aroused. The man inspecting her looked to change that by bringing his mouth close to a breast, and sucking on it. Sombra feinted a gasp and looked down at him as he worked on her.

"Well, he just went right in there, didn't he?" The director asked with a few laughs.

The act was arousing to Sombra, feeling a tongue licking each nipple and sucking on them individually. When he was done, her nipples were erect and hard.

"That's better" He said, taking a step back from her.

"Now that you're clearly in the mood, let's lose those pants" The director instructed her.

Sombra nodded. She turned around and looked to tease them by slowly removing the article of clothing. She slipped her fingers under the waistline and began to lower them down. More of her naked butt was revealed inch by inch as she lowered them. It was tight however, and when she reached a certain point, her butt "popped" out from her clothes. She had her fun, and let the tights fall down her legs and removed them from her feet.

She was now stood in all her naked glory, an arm over her breasts and another over her womanhood. She felt so...sexy. She bet each of these men wanted to ravage her right now. Soon they would.

"Look at you, a true example of beauty" The director admired. "Just waiting to be eaten up"

Sombra looked at them with a shrug, and then did a beckoning motion with her finger.

Sombra was on her knees as she undid the button and fly of one of the men who approached her. Having just given a little show to all of them just before, he already had a little tent forming. When his pants fell down, a limp but hardening dick revealed itself. This was the moment she was supposed to act shocked on how big he was, but that's just cringeworthy.

"Happy to see me?" She asked as she licked on his length.

The camera zoomed in on her face as she gave oral, rubbing her tongue on the length as it increased in size. Soon it had reached a full eight inches, some foreskin covered the head but Sombra just stuck her tongue in those "flaps", making the man shiver.

"Oh, that's a sensitive spot!" He grunted.

"Do you like having dicks in your mouth, Olivia?" The director asked her.

She nodded with her mouth full. When her eyeballs trailed to the right, she saw another penis looking at her. It wanted some love too. Soon, Sombra found herself licking two cocks, as if they were Popsicles. Each penis took a turn for treatment, then she licked them both at once, sucked them both at once, then just slapped them both on her tongue. She looked up to the camera, her bright eyes were more captivating than the actual succ.

After deepthroating them both at once, or trying to, she retreated from them with a gasp.

"Ahhhaa!" She could only say, ropes of saliva connecting her mouth to their penises, which leaked with cum.

When the oral spotlight was over, Sombra stood up and wiped her mouth. The cameras followed her as she leaned over her table. A man approached from behind (men being behind her was going to be a common theme, here) and handled her ass by playing with her cheeks. Sombra had quite a big butt, with round mounds that were just too irresistible to not fondle.

"Give the camera a show, honey" They asked her.

A camera was positioned behind her, and Sombra began to motion herself to it. The footage being recorded could see her asscheeks bouncing and prying, a glimpse of her butthole at each turn. When it was time for some real action, one of the workers stepped up and grabbed her hips.

"Ready, little lady?" They asked.

"Mm!" She hummed approvingly.

A hard cock began to press against her womanhood, and would swiftly slip in with the handy lubrication produced from her arousal. Sombra moaned out aloud to the feeling inside her, her innards being pushed aside to make room for this solid mass that was being shoved in and out of her. Her butt was being slapped against, making a fine cushion for his hips as he thrusted into her.

"You like that, chicka?" Her partner said, grunting.

She could only yell out with glee in response. With each thrust, she'd move a little forward and her supple breasts would move like a hanging chandelier. Wasn't long before she felt a single hand move from her hip and touch a boob instead, feeling it and squeezing it.

The room was just filled with the sounds of slaps, moans and grunts.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" She screamed. "God, I can't even!"

She could feel herself getting nearer to orgasm, but as if he somehow felt it himself, he pulled out swiftly and let go of her. The camera recorded Sombra struggling to balance herself as her leaking vagina closed in on itself. When she realised what happened, she wasn't happy.

"Ah, no! Put it back in!" She whined.

"It's alright, chicka" A man assured her, holding her sides and making her drop to the floor.

Sombra was now sitting on top of a man, his own dick hardened and ready for action. Wasn't the same guy who just u fucked her, but it didn't matter to her right now. She needed something inside her or she was going to die. Not literally.

Sombra took hold of him and rubbed his tip against her entrance. Like the previous man she had, he slid right in her.

"Ohhh fuck!" She called out.

She rested her hands on the back of her head as her stomach was held. Thrusts were made deep inside her at a rapid pace. She was being driven to insanity on pleasure alone. But she was in for a real surpise, when she felt someone hold her shoulders and bend her down.

"You didn't think I was gonna watch on the sidelines forever, did you?" She heard, from the director.

The director was crouched behind her now. His ten inch cock, bigger than the rest of them, was throbbing for some relief. As Sombra continued getting fucked vaginally, he rubbed his length against her butt as he poured a bottle of lube over her, wetting her ass and making it glisten. The lubrication let him make a meat-hotdog as she shoved his member up and down her crack.

"We can add the double penetration tag, can't we?" He asked to one of the cameramen, who nodded.

Sombra felt the hard tip poke against her anus, pressuring to get inside the tight fit. It was going to happen though, she found herself taking more and more inches of penis inside as her body failed to resist the hard and lubricated point.

"Ah! Ffffuck!"

Gripping her butt, he gave a good, hard shove and suddenly he was ten inches inside her. He left it there, feeling the hot "sock" that he placed his member inside. The pleasure was so immense that he could already feel pre-cum squirting inside her.

"AHHH!" She screamed. "Fucking FUCK! It's so big!"

A loud sloppy sound was given as he retreated just to thrust back inside. And then he would repeat, many times. The camera focusses on Sombra's face, who didn't seem to really be "all that there". Her eyes rolled back, her tongue was stuck out, she was drooling all over the man she was lying over.

"Huh! Ugh! Muuuuh!" She could only blurt out.

"Ugh, you're adjusting nicely..." The director noticed, his thrusts picking up pace.

Slap! Slop! Slop! That was the sound that filled the room, complimented with the grunts of men and the screams of a woman. This could only continue for so long however, Sombra could feel two throbbing pulses inside of her. The Director got his legs on each side of her and held her shoulders, continuing to fuck her like he was a dog.

"Ah! Please make me your cum dumpster!" She wailed. "I wanna feel it!"

A few chuckles were gained from that. She lost all control, and any amount of self-respect she had. They had seen this a fair number of times from other stars.

"Ah, I can't!" She continued yelling. "I can't...take it anymore..."

But she didn't have to wait long, because she felt the throbbing reach an maximum pace as both men have a final thrust. Soon, she then felt her insides becoming filled, and warm. When they pulled out, fluids began to leak out of her. The men moved away from her as the camera got close shot of her holes. The northern-most hole was gaped, revealing her pink insides, and slowly caved in on itself.

Panting, Sombra rested against the floor with her butt still stuck up. She looked back at them, her face unsatisfied. She had lasted longer than any of them.

"Ah...is it over...?" She wondered. "I haven't came yet!"

"Nope"

One of the men who hadn't orgasmed yet had penetrated her in the ass, thrusting his cock deep inside and slapping against her just as the others had done prior. He was less impressive in size than The Director however and she had already been stretched, so instead of screaming out? She was just quietly moaning. She was soon filled with more cum.

But it STILL didn't stop. There was still another three men who hadn't had their turn, so they each had a go of anally fucking her. A cock would go inside, thrust for a minute or so, shoot it's load, then pull out just for another to swiftly replace it and the process would start over. Sombra hadn't the strength to take up another position, she just let it happen, a river of saliva forming from her face.

And when all THAT was finally done, she was left in a small pool of fluid. Some of it was hers, most of it wasn't. Her insides felt bloated. Her butt had many red marks which indicated all the smacks she recieved, like she was a bad child who had been punished by her daddy.

Sombra was stiff. She was so close to her climax...like any other movement would...

Someone flicked her throbbing pussy, and Sombra yelled out in orgasm as she squirted her own load and then collapsed on the floor. She could feel all the...sticky stuff that she was practically bathed in. This is what happens when one woman is shared between many men, she has to take a lot of steam. Sombra was surprised she outlasted all of them, however. Seemed she had a high tolerance to pleasure...

"God I'm so full!" She exclaimed. "I'll never go to the bathroom the same way again!"

Someone knelt down and brought her rear up, they used their fingers to open up her butthole, and a thick, white substance would ooze out. They made sure to get a good shot of that, and drain her out for measurements sake. They would probably be able to fill a small cup or so of cum...and that doesn't even include all the stuff that spilled on the floor.

Five people came inside her, after all.

"Okay...now we're done" The Director said. "We had a few freakier ideas such as making you drink what was pumped into you, but since this was your first time? We'll just leave it at that"

Sombra groaned.

"Never doing that again..." She muttered, face into the floor.

"Let's give it up for the chicka, everyone" The Director said, clapping. "She did very well, didn't she?"

Everyone agreed and a little applause was given for her, and Sombra gave out a muffled chuckle.

"I'm so fucked" She thought.

Reaper was sat down at a table in kitchen, calculating costs with a calculator and about five different sheets of paper. He was constantly grumbling, in a bad mood. Then again, when was he ever in a good mood?

As he worked, Sombra entered and began ransacking the fridge.

"Oh no, we're out of tequila? I need to buy more" She told herself aloud, closing the door. "Is the toaster still working? I need to get another one"

"You'll buy nothing we don't absolutely need" Reaper commanded her. "We're barely able to pay to stay here"

While Sombra made herself toast, Reaper cursed Doomfist under his breath. Deciding to become a member of Talon and not just a mercenary was a mistake. At least working as a mercenary meant Talon had to pay him for his services, not whenever Reaper brought up money, Doomfist kept telling him "we don't do this for profit".

Fine, he had a "noble goal" in mind. It still was an issue that Reaper could hardly afford basic human needs, of both himself and Sombra who lived with him. Thinking of her gave him an easy target to blame.

"Bah! Sombra, you're the one who costs the most to stay here!" He yelled at her.

"Well duh, I'm a lady. Ladies need things to maintain their sanity" She informed him.

"If Widow lived here in your place..." He argued. "I wouldn't be having any issues"

"Of course you wouldn't" She muttered quietly. "She sucks your dick"

Literally.

"WHAT!?" He yelled.

"Nothing" She squeaked.

Sombra needed food and drink, she needed makeup and other woman products, she needed medicines so that her cybernetics aren't rejected by her immune system, and she needed wifi as well as phone signal. Reaper needed none of these things.

"If you didn't live here, it would be so much cheaper..." He mumbled. "If you don't start paying substantial board...then you'll have to go back to living in that small den in Dorado"

He spitefully then went back to calculating and grumbling some more. Sombra was the best hacker he knew, and invaluable in many operations, but he couldn't allow her to bankrupt him.

Sombra walked around the table with some poorly-made toast in hand, crunching as she ate. She had a look at one of the papers he was looking at to check if he wasn't exaggerating (he wasn't) and then looked at him with a frown. A thud was heard on the table, and Reaper looked up to see a rather large sum of credits in front of him. He then glared at Sombra, who just casually kept eating.

"What's this?" He asked.

"Enough board to last till Christmas" She told him. "Don't ask me how I-"

"How did you get this money?" He interrupted.

She swallowed. And then quickly came up with a lie.

"Widowmaker gave it to me" She said to him, confidently. "Caught her on a good day"

Reaper was suspicious, however. Widowmaker never had good days, unless he was the one spending time with her.

"Widowmaker doesn't get paid" He informed her. "How would she have money to give you?"

"Gabe, my man, Widow lives in that huge-ass castle in the Annecy. If that's not a dead giveaway of how rich she is, then-"

"Widowmaker didn't buy that chateau, she inherited it under her family name" He continued to drop facts like a rapper dropped beats. "So can you please suggest how you could have been given money that Widow shouldn't have in the first place?"

She shrugged. It was all she could do. Reaper sighed and took the credits, regardless of where it came from...it was better than Sombra giving him nothing.

"Hope our financial situation improve before Christmas, then" He said, counting the credits. "But for now, we should be fine"

Sombra looked at him sadly. Here he was, doing all the work for her in maintaining this place...and up until now she didn't have the decency to give him a dime. But she didn't have much more to give him, and Talon wasn't paying her any more than he was getting...and he was on the Talon Council! Like him, she was inducted into the organisation. You got given what you needed, but very little disposable income...

"No more mercenary work...that was the rule..." She thought. "People used to pay me so much for government files..."

Sombra thought about the true origin to the money she gave Reaper. She sighed and reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a card with a number on it.

Perhaps she'd have to give it a call, someday...