After Junker Queen's humiliating defeat at the hands of Ashe, the Queen was set on a path of unruly rage. She was eventually freed from her milking fate when a loyal subordinate stumbled across her and freed her. Their loyalty, however, didn't stop Junker Queen from threatening them to leave them bleeding out in the desert if they even breathed a word of this. After this incident, Junker Queen was more determined than ever to not only capture a fresh, new cow for her, but to also make sure she does whatever she needs to make them bend to her will.
Enter Angela Ziegler, aka Mercy. When Overwatch came down to Australia after a mission call-out, Junker Queen and her armies fended off the newly reformed team. It was a tough fight, with Junker Town making many sacrifices in this fight, but eventually, they got the Overwatch team to retreat after underestimating them and their Queen. However, in the fight, Mercy was knocked down and captured by the Junkers, soon to become the Queen's most prized possession.
Angela looked around the dark room nervously. She was chained up in the middle of a warm and grey room, unable to move at all and completely stripped naked. She tried to remain calm, however. She was a member of Overwatch and couldn't show weakness to her captors. Besides, her team were surely soon to return to rescue her. But the fact she was stripped naked and chained up like this made her anxious for whatever waited for her.
"Well, well, well. Seems like I've gotten myself a fallen angel."
Angela recognised the voice immediately. Junker Queen came into her view, towering over her, looking down at her with a cocky grin.
"Oh, you're gonna make a fine plaything for me and my crew" she grinned.
Angela scoffed.
"Is that what you think, hmm? You've kidnapped me and going to make me a plaything for your perverted desires? Ha! I don't think so."
But her resistance just made Junker Queen laugh.
"You're one to talk about pervs. Even us down here know how the ever so "sweet and angelic" Mercy likes to treat her teammates."
Angela looked away in shame.
"Nah, we'll have our fun with you, alright. But firstly, we got a more important use for you."
Angela gasped out loud as Junker Queen suddenly groped her breast. Her soft, tender breasts were being fondled by the Queen's strong and gritty hands. The doctor wanted to protest but it was admittedly turning her on.
"Oooh, these beauties are bloody gorgeous!"
Junker Queen helped herself, leaning down to suck on one of them. Her lips sucked on one of Angela's nipples hard, forcing her to groan. She felt the Queen's tongue licking her nipple, the cold, metal piercing in her tongue rubbing against her sensitive nipples created a chilling yet pleasurable sensation. Angela hated how turned on this was making her. It was true, she was a bit of a slut, it was hard to think of a member of Overwatch she hadn't fucked. So being held captive by a dominating figure like the Junker Queen herself only served to weaken her.
Eventually, Junker Queen let go of her new pet's teats. But she continued to fondle them, knowing full well their true purpose.
"Oh yes, these will be perfect for us."
Angela tilted her head nervously.
"U-us?"
Junker Queen just nodded before moving out of Angela's sight. She could her going through what sounded like piles of metal and machinery. Her imagination of what Junker Queen was digging up only further fuelled her anxiety.
Soon Junker Queen returned, carrying a heavy gas canister with ease. She placed it down onto the ground and held up an oxygen mask attached to it.
"Ya see, we Junkers get whatever we can to survive out here. You can probably guess we don't have much cattle round these parts. So, how are we gonna get us some of that sweet, creamy milk, eh?"
It instantly clicked with Angela what she was suggesting. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Y-you're not?!"
Junker Queen answered by twisting the valve on the canister. A hiss of gas emerged.
"I've tested this one on some of the Junkers and lemme just say, the results are bloody spectacular."
