Chapter 12: Supplemental #4

Summary:

Angela, while having fun with Ashe and Hana, comes to a realization.

Angela was at a loss. Ever since the tryst with Brigitte, her computers had been acting up. She'd taken them to Hana who couldn't figure out the problem, and even Overwatch's regular computer technician couldn't uncover the problem. She racked her brain trying to determine what was causing it, and she knew it wasn't anything she'd done to the system.

"It's a private system, private browsing, and it's really only my work computer," she said, a small moan slipping from her lips as her fingers threaded through platinum blonde hair. She looked down as Ashe bobbed along her cock, licking her lips softly. "I'm confused, that's all."

Ashe moaned around Angela's cock, pulling off and licking her lips. "Why not have that Omnic chick McCree wanted so bad look it over?" she asked, her hand still slowly tugging Angela's shaft. Since joining Angela's makeshift harem, she'd had her share of cock and pussy in the last month. She still liked teasing McCree that Angela was bigger than he was, even if it was only by a couple of inches. "Instead of havin' Hana or the base's tech try and figure it out."

Angela nodded, watching as Ashe took her cock back into her mouth. "I could. Echo always has been good with technology. Considering she's years of Dr. Liao's work in one bot." She moaned softly as she thrust into Ashe's mouth slowly before pulling her hips back and taking a bit of a step back. "Enough. On your stomach."

Ashe chuckled and got up, laying on the bed and spreading her legs. "You goin' to punish me, Doc?" she asked, smacking her ass and grinning.

"Perhaps," Angela said, thrusting three fingers into Ashe's dripping pussy. "Do you feel like I need to?"

Ashe moaned as she felt Angela's fingers pushing into her hard, biting her lip as she rolled her hips against the invading digits. "Maybe," she said. "Oh, Christ…" She shivered and whined when Angela pulled her fingers out, looking over her shoulder and pouting. "I was close…Doc, that ain't fair."

Grinning, Angela slid her hand over her cock before sliding into Ashe. She gripped the cowgirl's hips, driving against her. "You love it," she said, leaning down and nipping at Ashe's ear. She pulled back and started to pick up her thrusts, raising an eyebrow as she looked at a new tattoo on Ashe's back. "When did you get this done?" She tapped the tattoo and saw it was a heart with angel wings and the initials "Z.A." in the heart.

Ashe laughed and smiled. "Hana had an idea of all of us girls getting' a matching set of tattoos to show we were your girls. She got it on her left inner thigh; Amélie's is on her right arm; Satya got it on her shoulder blade; and we got a big one on Moira's back with hers saying "The Pet" in a cracked heart. Hana came up with the design." She moaned as she felt Angela start thrusting harder into her cunt, her eyes rolling back slightly. "Fuck that's good cock…"

"Z.A.? What does it stand for?" Angela asked, smacking Ashe's ass as she kept thrusting into the cowgirl. "I'm sure if I gave it a thought I'd know, but I'd rather one of my girls tell me."

"Ziegler's Angels," Hana's voice said as she walked into the room. She made her way over to the bed and kicked her shoes and pants off, climbing up in front of Ashe. "Since you've given us love and support and a lot of good dick, I thought we should get something that solidified us as your girls. And I always wanted a real tattoo anyway." She moaned softly as Ashe's tongue started to attack her pussy, threading her fingers into the older woman's hair and grinding against Ashe's face. "Do you like it?"

"I do, Hana," Angela said, leaning over Ashe and kissing the younger girl. "It's lovely. And all of you got them?'

"Mmmhmmm…fuck," Hana moaned, feeling Ashe's tongue probing into her. "Took nine hours for us to get them and then we had to go back the next day with Moira." She smiled, tightening her hand in Ashe's hair. "Ever figure out the computer?"

Angela shook her head, slamming deeper into Ashe and moaning softly. "No. I think it might have been…hacked…wait. Hana, give me your phone." She held her hand out, catching Hana's phone before calling Amélie.

"Hnaa, Cherie, I didn't think I'd hear from you today. Is everything alright, dear?" Amélie asked, having been on a day with Lena and Emily.

"It's Angela, Amélie, and no it isn't. I think I have an idea of what happened to my computer," Angela said. "When you worked for Talon, was there a hacker in their employ?"

"Putain d'enfer. There was. A woman called Sombra, from Dorado, Mexico. She helped us infiltrate Volskaya Industries and kept us on our toes because of her invisibility and translocation tech. You don't think--?"

"I do think," Angela said, slamming harder into Ashe now that she was angry, feeling her body starting to tighten up. "Do you think you can get ahold of her and arrange a meeting? What she's stolen would ruin me in the medical community, and I will do whatever I can to get it back from her. Even if I have to break her like I did to Moira."

"Calm yourself, Cherie. I will contact her and see what I can do. She'll want to meet on neutral ground. I'll see what I can do and call you back," Amélie said. "Give me some time and I'll call you right back."

"Alright. Thank you, darling," Angela said. "Have fun with Lena and Emily."

"Oh, we're doing our best," Amélie said with a smile. "I'll call you soon."

The line went dead, Angela ending her end of the call, handing Hana back the phone. "Thank you, love," she said, gripping Ashe's hips and thrusting harder. She bottomed out and growled as her cock erupted into Ashe's dripping pussy, filling the cowgirl with her cum. Pulling out, she slid off of the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning her cock off and wrapping her robe around herself.

"Angela?" Hana asked, moaning as Ashe tongue fucked her into an orgasm. "Mmm…can I do anything to help you?"

"No, Hana, love. Not this time," Angela said. "You and Ashe have fun while I shower and go talk to Commander Morrison." She left Hana and Ashe to keep playing with each other, heading into the bathroom.

After a quick shower and dressing in her usual pants and button-down top, the doctor left her apartment and made her way to the Commander's office, thankful the hallways were clear in the middle of the afternoon. She opened her tablet and started a new recording.

Dr. Angela Ziegler HEGZ log

February 3, 2078

It's been two weeks since my computer's crash and the loss of files. During a "play" session late this morning/early afternoon, I came to a realization that I should have thought of the day I discovered the tamper. My computer was hacked. After speaking with Am élie, we concluded that it was another ex-Talon operative, Sombra. Am élie is going to find her and set up a meeting, and I am hopeful the woman will return what was taken without much incident. I'm on my way to speak with Commander Morrison right now, and…unfortunately, that means coming out and telling him what I have been doing and why it's important for me to meet with this Sombra. I'm starting to think that my time in Overwatch may be over…

I'm coming to realize that keeping all of my files on my HEGZ research, especially my documents on the affects it has had when swallowed, on my work computer and not having a secure backup was a mistake. One I will rectify while waiting for a call from Am élie. If this information gets out, the experiment documentation, the self-testing, the semen samples from my tests, the results of that, and the notes I've kept on the girls I have slept with since growing this thing, I will be ruining not only my own career, but Hana, Lena, Satya, and Brigitte's as well. Nearly four months with this thing and it has become more of a hinderance than I expected. Perhaps I should find a way to reverse this. Find a way to break the girls of their obsession with it and a way to restore Moira's mind, and turn myself over to the medical board and have my license revoked. What do I do? What have I done? I don't even know that it can be fixed…

God help me. I'm approaching the Commander's office. I'll record again when I hear from Am élie.

She shut the tablet's recorder off, tucking it into her lab coat before she knocked on Morrison's door, nerves gnawing at her stomach before walking in when prompted.