Game Over [Overwatch; hanging, smothering, strangling; multiple endings; non-con]

Got you. That's the culprit. With a triumphant grin Hana pulled the small chunk of crushed metal out of her mech's joint actuator that had made its arm suddenly lock up. Only during routine maintenance and not in the field, fortunately, but still it had taken way longer for her to fix than she would've liked, it was probably way late in the evening by now, and most of the others had already left.

Oh, well; tomorrow was mostly downtime anyways, so she could just stream for an hour or two to relax before going to bed. Putting the piece of metal into her pockets, because according to the engineers even some bit of scrap could still give useful information and they got kinda pissy if you just threw it out, Hana wiped the sweat off her forehead with her arm, but mostly only succeeded in evenly smearing the spots of grease and dirt still covering her hands and arms.

What was it with the air conditioning in here anyways? Sure the mechs had optimal operating conditions, but this was way too hot, even though she was wearing little more than the lower half of her pilot suit and a black sports bra broad enough to almost pass off as a tank top, Hana was still sweaty, and it wasn't like she'd done some super taxing work right now. …Okay, so maybe a shower first.

Picking up a nearby towel, Hana – halfway – properly wiped off her hands, then left the towel hanging over her shoulder as she searched for the proper wrench to at least loosely reattach MEKA's armour plates over night, she could do the fine-tuning and testing tomorrow, right now she kinda just wanted to call it a day.

However just as she'd halfway reattached the first of the pink chunks of hull Hana heard steps – heels, from the sound of it – echoing through the almost silent depot. Had Yuna forgotten something? Or was someone from command gonna come and yell at her for staying at base so long? Hana turned around to see who- “You're- What the fuck? How did you get in here?”

“Bonsoir, D.Va.” The tall purple-skinned woman with the haughty accent, wearing a rather form-fitting and revealing dark and purple latex suit, leisurely striding towards Hana was unmistakeable. “An …acquaintance disabled all your alarms and security, she said it was a piece of cake.”

“What? No way, we have some of the best encryption on the planet.” They had to, or the mechs or their communication would too easily be jammed or compromised by the Omnics in battle. “What do you want here?” Even though she could hazard a guess, and Hana reflexively took a defensive stance, noting how the large, heavy wrench she was still holding would make for a decent improvised weapon.

“What do you think, little girl?” Widowmaker came to a halt just outside of Hana's reach. “Talon only has to benefit from more instability in this area, and what better way than to eliminate the star of their defence force.”

The line, that could have been straight from some thriller or spy game, took a brief moment to fully sink in, and Hana clenched her hand around the wrench. This chick was actually here to kill her, and it didn't seem like flight was really an option by now, so that only left fight. “Oh yeah, then fucking come and get me!”

“As you wish.” Seeming not overly impressed by the one-liner, Widowmaker smirked as she suddenly darted forwards, aiming a karate chop at Hana's neck, but from that distance away, Hana could easily take a half step and redirect the strike with her open palm before shifting her momentum in the other direction to spin back around, aiming right at Widowmaker's face with the wrench. Kinda brutal, yeah, but the woman had just clearly stated her intent to murder Hana, so all bets were off.

However the strike didn't even connect to her head, as Widowmaker was fast enough to bring up both arms in front of her face to take the brunt of the attack, and Hana thought she could actually hear a faint crunching noise as it connected, wincing in empathy, but Widowmaker didn't even seem to register the hit. Instead she twisted her left arm to grab Hana's wrist – in the process clearly showing the wound on her forearm that was slowly oozing dark red blood – and then suddenly pulled her forwards, at the same time raising her knee, to smash it right against Hana's solarplexus, completely taking her breath away as she lost her grip on the wrench, clattering onto the floor.

Widowmaker immediately followed up, placing a hand against Hana's chest to swiftly push her backwards, painfully slamming her against the wall besides MEKA as the girl barely managed to catch her breath enough to speak. “F-fucking stop it, …crazy bitch.”

“It is pointless, little girl.” Widowmaker chuckled as she held Hana's wrist with one arm, the second pinning her chest and other arm against the wall, as she leaned rather too close to comfort to Hana, carrying with her a faint sharp smell of antiseptic or something. “Tu as fini.”

A) Hanging
B) Strangling
C) Smothering

A)

Widowmaker abruptly grabbed both of Hana's shoulders, pulling her forward to brutally slam her knee into her stomach again, and the girl doubled over, sinking onto her hands and knees coughing and gasping. While Hana was still struggling to regain her breath, Widowmaker swiftly took off her grappling gauntlet, hooked it behind MEKA's leg joint, then pulled out a length of its wire to throw it over the raised arm of the mech Hana had been working on.

Fashioning the end into a simple loop, she placed it over Hana's head right as the girl was staggering to her feet again, giving her just enough time for the realisation to set in and a panicked “No, don't-” before Widowmaker activated the grappling hook, easily lifting the – rather slender and light – girl off her feet. Her voice cut off into a choked gasp, Hana reached for her neck, trying to loosen the rope suddenly cutting into her throat as her legs instinctively started kicking, searching for the ground that was suddenly out of reach.

After watching the girl's quickly growing struggles for a few moments, following an impulse, Widowmaker stepped closer to her, reaching for her top and pulling it up to almost completely bare Hana's slightly small, but firm, youthful breasts with small pink areolae, despite the situation eliciting a reflexive blush and the girl trying to kick her with an angry growl, but Widowmaker easily dodged the attack, taking a step back, just out of Hana's reach, to keep observing her victim's continued struggles.

Her hands failing to find any purchase against the thin rope digging painfully deep into her neck, Hana nonetheless kept clawing at it, her body instinctively twisting and squirming, trying to somehow take some weight off her neck, but to no avail, and her legs uselessly kicking and flailing, making her sway back and forth a little on the end of the rope.

The pressure in her head and the pain in her chest quickly growing from bad to unbearable, Hana couldn't stop herself from continuing to thrash and struggle, desperately gasping for air and soon starting to cry, the tears feeling inordinately hot on her cheeks, as Widowmaker just kept watching her with that impassive, cruel expression.

Hana's struggles continued for several more minutes, her pain only growing ever worse, as her limbs slowly started going numb, yet her lungs felt as if they were on fire, and her head was pounding, her vision slowly starting to fade around the edges, and by this point she hardly even noticed her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth, wishing for little more than her suffering to finally end.

After yet another few minutes of agony, Hana felt her strength slowly wane, her instinctive kicks and struggles weakening before dying down into weak shudders and her frantic gasps falling silent as the feeling in her limbs began to fade, numbness creeping over her, as her body suddenly lost control, a warm, wet spot staining the front of her pants and trickling down her legs, eliciting a low laugh from Widowmaker, sounding distant and muffled to Hana.

But only a few moments later she didn't even care about this final humiliation anymore as the darkness that had been massing on the edges of Hana's vision finally coalesced and she all but welcomed it, embracing the nothingness as it swept her away

Only moments after her final indignity, D.Va went limp for good with one last sigh, and Widowmaker approached the hanging body, taking a closer look at her deep red, almost purple face streaked with tears and a bit of drool on her chin, frozen in an expression of pure terror and agony. And inspecting D.Va's neck, Widowmaker found the thin rope had embedded itself deep into the soft skin of her neck, a hint of the dark bruising underneath barely visible on the sides. Quite lovely.

Leaving the body hanging a little longer just to be completely sure, Widowmaker swiftly placed a few compact thermite charges on her mech's controls and reactor, preparing the timer long enough she would be well clear in case something exploded, before returning her attention to D.Va. Taking a few moments to grope and fondle the girl's rather small, but firm breasts, splattered with a few droplets of tears or drool, Widowmaker lifted her to take her out of the noose, rather unceremoniously placing the body on the floor as she retrieved her grappling hook, put it back on, activated the charges, then swiftly made her way to the rendezvous point as she radioed for pickup.

B)

Widowmaker loosened her grip and took a half step back, but before Hana had any opportunity to break free, instead the woman reached for her throat, closing her right hand tight around Hana's neck, making her gasp and cough in surprise as the realisation set in after a moment. Quickly catching herself, Hana tried to pry away Widowmaker's hand or at least weaken her grip, but to little effect other than an amused smirk.

Her head quickly starting to pound, Hana started hammering against Widowmaker's arm instead, to no visible reaction, before swiping at the woman's head, but she had positioned herself just far enough that she merely had to lean her head back a little to dodge the attack, in return tightening her grip some more, eliciting another gasp from Hana.

As Widowmaker kept strangling her, Hana continued trying to break her grip, straining and squirming to somehow get a better position, but pressed against a flat wall, with nothing to grip on to, and MEKA barely out of reach, there was little she could do other than try to hold on and keep fighting. Shifting her weight onto one leg, Hana tried kicking at Widowmaker with the other, but her balance was completely off and even though she hit the woman's thigh, the kick didn't have nearly enough force and Widowmaker just ignored it with a low chuckle.

Still Hana kept struggling, fighting against Widowmaker's grip, beating and clawing at the woman's arm and hand, but she could slowly feel her strength weaken, while Widowmaker only leaned into strangling her with more and more of her weight, painfully pressing Hana's head against the wall. “You have lost, little girl. Just die already.”

As a reply to Widowmaker's taunt, Hana only redoubled her efforts, desperately squirming and thrashing, hammering against her arm and trying to kick her again, straight ahead this time, aiming for the woman's crotch, but she shifted to the side and locked her legs so Hana mostly only hit her knee, failing to have any real effect, and in return Widowmaker tightened her grip once more, her fingernails digging into the side of Hana's neck, and her palm painfully pressing against her throat, making Hana reflexively swallow.

By now Hana's head and lungs felt like on fire, and her vision was slowly starting to black out around the edges, and even though part of her knew she was probably going to die right here, she kept fighting with all her strength. Hana was sure as shit not gonna give in, if these Talon jerks wanted to kill her she'd at least make them work for it. Yet ultimately, after multiple more minutes of her struggles slowly but surely losing force, Hana slowly felt the last remnants of her strength wane, and finally surrendered, sinking into the darkness

As D.Va finally went limp with a weak sigh, Widowmaker let go of her and the girl dropped to the floor motionless as she inspected the damage to her arm and thigh; really just a handful of scratches and bruises, not even worth her attention. However to be completely sure of her kill, Widowmaker rolled D.Va's body onto her stomach and knelt onto her back, placing one hand under her chin and the other at the back of her head, then twisted them sideways in a sudden motion, easily snapping her neck with an audible crack, D.Va's body only briefly twitching and shuddering for a few seconds before going fully limp.

Getting up and turning the body onto her back, Widowmaker leaned down to take a closer look, D.Va's face still showing her pain and fear, traces of tears running down her cheeks and her neck bruised and bent at a slightly off angle. And, curiously, for whatever reason D.Va's nipples seemed completely hard, easily visible through her top, which really was more of a sports bra, and Widowmaker couldn't resist but briefly squeeze and fondle the girl's somewhat small, but nice and firm breasts for a couple of moments before tearing herself away; if she was still in the mood for this later, she'd just ask Sombra, the hacker had never been able to resist her.

Putting aside those deliberations for until she was back at base, Widowmaker swiftly placed a few compact thermite charges on her mech's controls and reactor, setting the timer long enough she was well clear in case something exploded, then swiftly made her way to the rendezvous point as she radioed for pickup.

C)

All of a sudden Widowmaker swept her left foot under Hana's right leg, at the same time reaching for her shoulder as well to in one swift motion completely throw the girl to the ground on her back, the impact briefly taking Hana's breath away. Not giving her any time to recover, Widowmaker chuckled as she knelt down on top of her, half straddling Hana, pinning both her upper arms with her knees.

Ignoring Hana straining against her and ineffectually trying to pull away her knees with her hands, Widowmaker just observed her efforts for a handful of seconds before spreading her legs to further lower herself onto Hana as she shifted forward, until she was all but sitting right on her sternum, the weight on her chest keeping Hana from fully catching her breath. “I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you something special.”

“What …are you-”

“Time to die, little girl.” Widowmaker moved forward even further until she was hovering right over Hana's face, then fully lowered herself, her pussy completely covering her mouth and nose – and cutting off her air, as Hana realised in a flash of panic after a few seconds, the rubbery material of the suit not at all breathable, and even without, the pure weight and Widowmaker sitting on her like that would probably have been enough to smother her.

Widowmaker's crotch and stomach all but filling her vision, when Hana looked up she could see the woman looming over her, looking down with a cruel smirk as Hana started squirming and straining against her, trying to pry away her legs, but even now her knees were still pinning the girl's arms, and Hana couldn't find any leverage. “You know, from what I read on the internet, a lot of men – and women – would pay for me to do this to them. You should feel honoured.”

What the fuck, really? …But then again, Hana had seen her share of odd – sometimes Brain Bleach-tastic – fetishes there as well, and if she weren't a brainwashed emotionless killer, Widowmaker would in fact probably be rather attractive, all things considered. But this really wasn't the time, she had to get out of this, and quick. By this point Hana's need for oxygen was downright painful, and she reflexively grimaced and swallowed, trying to somehow get another breath, but all she achieved was the smell of latex filling her nose, Widowmaker's pussy – which would have been an attractive prospect as well, given entirely different circumstances, its contours rather clearly outlined through the thin, tight material – completely blocking her airway.

Hana kept trying to break free, bucking and squirming, but she couldn't gain any leverage against Widowmaker, and even digging her fingernails deep into the sensitive inside of the woman's knees did little more than make her put some more weight forward, rubbing her pussy against Hana's face, and in turn painfully grinding the back of her head against the floor, letting out a dark chuckle. “Give it up, little girl, it is futile.”

Hana's 'fuck off' in return muffled beyond recognition, she nonetheless continued struggling with even more force, wildly thrashing even as her lungs were starting to burn and the edges of her vision beginning to swim, but she was not gonna die to some Talon psycho like this! Yet there really wasn't anything she could do either, and it was pretty unlikely that just now someone would pass by here, much less someone who could take on Widowmaker.

Still Hana kept hanging on, but ultimately her fear and panic took over, her eyes welling up with tears and her lungs and head feeling like on fire, and she started more wildly, uncontrollably struggling and flailing, yet only serving to waste what little strength she had left even quicker, all the while Widowmaker kept gazing down on her with a cruel expression. “It's useless, chérie. Just give in and it will all be over.”

Widowmaker's words sounded dull and distant, her vision wavering, and even though she really didn't want to, by this point Hana just didn't have any strength left, and so before much longer she did, her body giving up its struggles and going limp as she let the darkness wash over her, taking her away

Widowmaker noticed D.Va finally going limp with a satisfied smile, but kept smothering her for a few minutes longer just to be entirely sure, before getting up to inspect her handiwork. The pilot's face was deeply reddened and streaked with tears, her frozen expression somewhere between fear and defiance, but her broken eyes blankly gazing into nothing.

It had been quite a while since she'd killed someone like this. Absent-mindedly rubbing herself through her suit, Widowmaker briefly relished in the memory of the sensation of D.Va's face right against her pussy as the girl had breathed her last, but quickly caught herself. Not now, the mission came first. For …diversions like this there was always Sombra back at base.

Checking D.Va for a lack of pulse, Widowmaker swiftly placed a few compact thermite charges on her mech's controls and reactor, setting the timer long enough she was well clear in case something exploded, then swiftly made her way to the rendezvous point as she radioed for pickup.