Chapter 18: Captain's Wisdom [Ana]
Summary:
Having the house to herself, Angela has a bit of fun with Moira before a ghost of the past returns from the dead. Captain Ana Amari, aware of the situation with Angela, decides to talk with the former doctor.
Angela Ziegler Personal Logs
April 9, 2078
It's has been six months since the initial experiment, eight since the idea popped into my head. I find myself looking over old notes, retracing my steps and trying to see what I did wrong to make this happen, but every note, every paper, document, and thought line that I wrote down all lead to the same conclusion. Growth of an appendage that is fully functional. I wonder if I can concoct something to take it away, undo my mistake and try to appeal the ruling from the UN and the Medial community.
Since the girls have all left out this morning for various things around the city, such as Lena and Emily going to a farmers' market, Hana deciding to take a bus to the next town over for a video game promotion, and Satya leaving for a library, I've found myself with an empty and silent house. Well…mostly silent. Apparently, one of the girls, probably Am élie, left a pair of vibrators on high inside of Moira's holes. I'll leave them until I decide to go upstairs and get dressed. I'm currently sitting at the table with coffee, clad in just my robe. Emily surprised me with a blowjob this morning, and I didn't feel like getting dressed entirely. Luckily, my robe can keep things concealed.
Tomorrow starts the hunt for a new profession. I cannot return to the medical community, or I'll be arrested for practicing without a license, and it remains to be seen what will happen in the long run. Well…no use feeling sorry for myself. I knew there would be consequences to my actions, and I have none to blame but myself.
Angela saved her log and shut the tablet down, setting her coffee to the side before she got up and walked upstairs. She followed the buzzing of the vibrators reverberating down the hallway, and she pushed open Moira's door, the broken scientist on her back, her arms restrained behind her, feet planted to the ground with hard light restraints, two big vibrating dildos in her ass and cunt. She flicked her robe open, looking down at her "Pet", and she smirked as she watched Moira's eyes lock onto her cock.
"Do you want something, pet?" the blonde asked, smirking as Moira's eyes widened. "Will you be a good girl and let me cum in your mouth if I give you my cock?"
Moira nodded, whimpering as her pussy spasmed around her vibrator, cumming again. "Mmm…please. Please, Mistress, let me suck your cock…I want to be a good cum-dumpster. Let me have it…"
Angela rolled her eyes lightly at Moira's begging, and she knelt down, the former scientist's tongue licking at her cockhead. "Good girl," she said, tugging Moira's nipple before she thrust her shaft into her former rival's throat. "Mmm…I haven't done this in a while. The others are always having their way with you. I forgot my favorite toy in the shuffle of new cunts to sample."
Moira whimpered happily as Angela's cock slid down her throat, the blonde's balls slamming into her face repeatedly. She closed her eyes as she felt the vibrators still stimulating her holes and she moaned around the cock in her mouth.
Angela laughed as she kept thrusting into Moira's mouth. "Good slut. Take my cock!" she growled. Unfortunately, Angela's fun would be cut short. The sound of the doorbell going off rang out through the house, and the former doctor snarled. "Shit." She forced herself out of Moira's mouth, the redhead whimpering under her.
"Mistress—no! Don't leave…let me have—" Moira yelped as Angela slapped her, the doctor fisting her cock.
"Silence, whore," Angela growled. She stroked her cock, getting a twisted idea. She turned and straddled Moira's face, looking down. "Lick my balls while I cum on your face." She closed her eyes as she felt Moira's tongue start lavishing against her sack, Angela stroking her cock rapidly as the doorbell rang again.
Moira moaned as she felt Angela's balls starting to tighten in her mouth, wishing her hands were free so she could help Angela along. She screamed out as another orgasm sailed through her cunt, the vibrator still pulsing inside of her.
Angela panted, her tongue flicking over her lips as she finally pulled back, aiming her cock at Moira's face before she started to cum. Her seed spread over Moira's face, bouncing off of her cheeks and painting her eyelid and forehead, some dripping into the redhead's mouth. She stroked herself off, tugging out the last bits of cum from her balls before she let Moira suck the head of her cock for a moment.
"Mmm…good girl," she said, standing up and flicking her shaft softly. She reached up to a shelf, grabbing Moira's gag. "Open." When Moira did, she put the gag in and secured it behind Moira's head, silencing the other woman. Grabbing her robe, Angela pulled it back on and tied it, going to the window before she looked out.
What she saw made her blood run cold. A sniper rifle sitting beside the wall, the former Overwatch angel saw a woman she hadn't seen in years. She blinked to get the image out of her head, but when she opened her eyes, Ana Amari stood in front of the house. "Ana!?" she called down, looking out of the window. "Doors open! I'll be downstairs in a moment!"
Ana looked up as she heard her name out of the window, seeing Angela with a sheen of sweat on her face. She nodded, picking her rifle and bag up before walking into the house.
Angela ran out of Moira's room after shutting the window again. She ran down the hallway and quickly cleaned up, taking a few baby wipes to her body to clean up. She tossed her robe on the bed, grabbing a set of bra and panties and put them on, a pair of jeans following as she grabbed a shirt and tugged it on. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, slipping into some shoes before she took a breath and stared at herself in the mirror.
"Now, Angela, is when you will die," she said, biting her lip. "Captain Amari's going to kill you. She'll rip you open and have no remorse about it. Better go face your punishment." She turned and walked out, shutting the door to her room before making her way downstairs.
Ana, meanwhile, had shrugged her coat off, hat hanging on the chair, before she started a pot of water, a teabag in a mug. She looked over as she heard Angela on the stairs, and she shut her water off, pouring it into the mug. "We need to talk, Angela."
Angela flinched, hearing the disappointment in Ana's voice. "I know. You've probably already seen the news," she said, grabbing her cup off of the table and dumping her cold coffee out, replenishing it before she walked back over to the table and sat down. "You wouldn't come back from the dead just to chat."
Ana chuckled, turning her back to her mug and facing Angela. "Well, I wasn't dead. I let everyone believe that because it was easier to continue my work without everyone needing me," she said. "So, that was on me. LeCroix shot my eye out, that's why I have this oh-so stylish eyepatch." She folded her arms, sighing softly. "Angela—"
"Don't. Just…don't," Angela said softly. "I know I have screwed this all up, Ana. Every bit of trust you put into me growing up, everything you trusted me with in Overwatch, all your secrets and stories, and I…I do this? I deserve what I've got."
"You don't even know what I'm going to say, child," Ana said, chuckling before she tended to her tea, setting the bag aside. "Yes, you messed up. I read and watched the news on my flight here from Cairo. I won't harp because you already feel bad enough. I first want to look at your logs, see your processes. Find out what you did."
Angela sighed softly and nodded. "Alright," she said. "I'll be right back." She walked over and opened a door, walking into the basement and grabbing a box from her office in the Overwatch base, heading back upstairs and setting it on the table. "Here's everything. From my initial idea, the failed attempts and then the, well…the success."
Ana nodded as she walked over, sipping on her tea before setting the cup down and opening the box. She looked over everything, listening to Angela's logs from the day after the experiments success. Over an hour and a half passed, the only noises coming from the logs as Ana listened to them. The Captain would glance at Angela, each log making the blonde stare further and further into her coffee cup.
After replacing everything in the box and setting it on the floor, Ana sat back in her chair, folding her hands on the table. "Angela. You had good intentions. I could have seen this being used effectively somehow. But, where you went wrong—"
"Was testing myself," Angela said. "Right?"
"Yes," Ana said, sighing softly. "I know your aversion to animal testing after everything Moira did, but perhaps…this time should have been done that way."
"Sure, let's test a concoction of Human Growth Hormone, testosterone, stem cells, and my biotic clusterfuck on a rat. That'd be ethical. Until it grows a penis more then twice it's body length and goes on a rampage trying to fuck anything it can get it's cock into!" Angela said, slamming her hands on the table and getting up, shoving her chair into the table. She paced the kitchen, swearing angrily. "I know I screwed things up. I have screwed up half a dozen girls lives in the last six months. Ana, I have fucking Moira tied up upstairs, covered in ejaculate and being worn out by vibrators and tied to the floor by her arms and legs. I am not a good person anymore, and it's my own damned fault!"
Ana chuckled, standing up and walking over to Angela, patting her shoulder. "Then you've realized the error. You tried to play God and it backfired. But, let me ask you something. What would you trade to have your career, reputation, and respect back? Would you be willing to give those that love you up, go back to sleeping in your office and forgetting to eat or even shower some days? Could you, if you reversed the process, go back to that old life and be happy?"
Angela sighed softly, her mind running through the litany of faces and pleasures popping up on their own faces. From Hana's adorable mewling, Ashe's guttural moans, Mei's soft whimpers, and Satya's eager pleading, the former doctor bit her lip. She changed her train of thought to how she was before, working from dawn until well after midnight, some nights barely eating, getting just enough sleep to function and quickly learning how to wash laundry in a sink with hand soap. She looked up at Ana and shook her head.
"No. No, I wouldn't. Thanks to this, I've been eating when I should, sleeping more then two or three hours a night, my clothes are always clean. And I have a support system that is with me no matter what happens. I would not trade my new life for the boring one I had before this experiment went awry." Angela shook her head again. "I would not trade a damn thing for the life I have now."
"Then don't fret about losing your job. You're smart. You're talented. You'll bounce back and do something else that's worthwhile," Ana said with a smile. "Don't worry so much. This is just a setback."
"That cost me everything I held dear," Angela said, sighing softly. She looked over as the door opened, hearing the laughter and excitement of the other girls coming home. "In the kitchen, ladies!"
Lena and Emily ran in, the brunette stopping and getting wide eyes. "CAP!" she yelled, running over and hugging Ana, a hug that the older woman eagerly returned. "You're alive!?"
"Very much so, Lena," Ana said, patting the younger woman's head. "Still an overly excited puppy, aren't you?"
"In every sense," Emily said with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Amari. I'm Emily."
"Wonderful to meet you, Emily," Ana said with a chuckle. She watched the girlfriends take their bags from the market and start sorting them out, seeing Satya following in behind. "This must be Vishkar's very own Symmetra."
"Satya Vaswani, ma'am," the architech said with a light smile. "Wonderful to meet you." She shifted a bag on her shoulder, full of books as she slid behind Angela, kissing the blonde's cheek. She set her bag to the side, hearing the sounds of Ashe stumbling up the walkway and being loud, Amélie's attempts to quiet her down failing.
"Ashe, you insufferable drunk. And it is only two in the afternoon," the French woman chuckled, shaking her head as she dragged and carried the platinum blonde into the house. "I swear…" She was wearing Ashe's hat, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Satya.
"You love it, and you know it!" Ashe said, smacking Amélie's ass. The cowgirl grinned, sinking into a chair. "Hey, who's the old woman?" She pointed at Ana, her hand falling onto the table with a thump.
Amélie looked over to where Ashe pointed, blinking softly before taking Ashe's hat off, handing it to Lena who took off to put it away. "Captain…?"
"Hello, Amélie," Ana said, reaching her hand out and taking Amélie's. The blue-skinned sniper collapsed against Ana, tears falling down her cheeks rapidly. Ana hugged Amélie tightly, rubbing her back. "It's ok, dear. I know that was Talon's influence in you. I don't blame you for what happened. It's alright…"
"I'm so sorry," Amélie whispered, shaking as tears fell from her eyes.
Angela smiled softly, leaving the women to talk and reacquaint. She walked downstairs to the basement again, setting the box of her notes on the shelf before taking up residence on the steps, rubbing her head softly.
"What do I do now?" she asked. As if on cue, her phone rang, making her jump. She slipped and hit the floor, wincing as she did. "Ow, shit." She rubbed her hip as she grabbed her phone, seeing a familiar face and number pop up. "Fareeha? It's been too long."
"It has, Angela. I was wondering…if you'd come to Vancouver? I'm on leave from Helix to visit Sam, and I could use a friend. If you're busy, that's understandable."
"I'm never too busy for you, Fareeha. You know that. I can be there in a couple of days?" Angela asked with a small smile.
"Sure. I look forward to seeing you. I'll send the nearest airport and my hotel to your phone. See you soon."
The line went dead, and Angela chuckled. "Huh. One last run?"