A/N: Guys, I know he's adorable, but he is certified crazy and evil! I'll make him less evil in a future Junkrat lemonshot.

Not suitable for work or kids.

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You woke up and realized you'd been blindfolded. The musty quality of the air was the only thing that gave a hint of your whereabouts. A subterranean room of some kind.

And you couldn't make more than a grunt or a moan when you tried calling out. Straining to see through the cloth around your head was doing no good either--it just made your head ache more.

When you tried to move your arms, you found that it was impossible to move them at all. They were bound together, rendered immobile above your torso. To your dismay, the movement you made generated loud metallic clattering. Like chains.

"Is my little sheila awake?"

You felt warm fingers to the small of your back and it dawned on you that you were standing up, more like suspended in mid-air. And very naked.

When you tried to kick your legs up in the direction of the voice, you understood that your chances of escaping were nonexistent--your ankles were kept spread apart with a metal bar connecting them.

"Now, now," The male voice sounded maniacal. And as you strained to see the fabric of the blindfold, you felt his fingers travel the expanse of your back, up your spine and down to your bottom. "Let's not try anything rash here, or ya might end up hurting yourself!" He cackled.

You wanted to tell him to undo the blindfold and your bindings, the gag forcing your jaw wide open kept you from articulating obscenities at your captor. Your complaint came out as angered screams.

"You're a feisty little one, aren't ya?" You felt his hot breath on your cheeks. His proximity startled you into a brief period of silence. "I can tell you've got a nice, little fuckhole." He whispered in your ear, trailing his hand between the junction of your parted thighs. "Blowing you up with the rest of the suits woulda been a waste."

The fingers on your skin swept down to your nether folds, deftly stroking the lips of your opening.

You were scared, furious, and confused. Again, you protested, screaming and jerking - willing yourself to move away from the stranger's touch. But it was all to no avail. You were securely fastened, the heavy metal bar holding down your legs.

He only chuckled at your fruitless endeavor, his fingers' sensual assault on your sex unrelenting as he pinched your clit and rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves. Despite your mind's protests, your body reacted to his purposeful touch. Your base instinct was reacting to his touch.

You felt it in your belly--that liquid heat. And suddenly, your body was waging a war against your mind. Panting through your gag, you lowered your head between your shoulders and tried to withstand it. Tied up like some sort of animal, and you couldn't comprehend the pleasure you were feeling.

"What's this?" He said in a low voice, then you felt his touch recede - abandoning your sex. "You're complaining but this little cunt is sopping wet." You heard the smacking sound of lips shortly thereafter. "And sweet." He grunted and gave a strained laugh.

After a brief pause, you heard him mutter, "Fuck. Fuck this."

Anticipating more of his touch, you held your breath and tensed. Instead, nothing came. You heard a set of hobbling footsteps, moving away from you. You strained to listen through the wild beating of your heart, forcing your panting breaths to slow.

Your captor was gone. Knowing that you were left alone, you pulled at whatever was holding your arms up in the air. You felt the fiber strands of the ropes cutting into the skin of your wrists, then decided that it would probably be wise to stop pulling.

But you desperately needed to see. At least, being able to take in your surroundings would help calm you down. And being calm would help you think more clearly.

You raised your arms, shimmying the sides of your head against them. Your attempt was successful, only because the blindfold was poorly tied around your cranium. The fabric was freed from your tousled hair, falling slowly onto the floor in front of you.

Hastily, you looked around while trying not to make any sounds. You'd guessed right. It was a basement of some sort. The big enclosure was littered with oddities, metal scraps, and what looked like omnic parts.

At least there aren't human parts... You found yourself thinking. Whoever your captor was, you could tell that he passionately hated the omnics.

Looking down confirmed your nudity. Nearby, you saw the pile of clothes--your suit, blouse, brassiere, panties, and heels. Awareness flooded through you as you recalled choosing each article carefully for a very important business meeting in Sydney. It was to facilitate friendlier relations between the humans and bots living in the country.

You were somewhere in Australia. That much you knew. The last you recalled was disembarking from the private jet and asking the driver to rush you to where you needed to go. But what had happened after that? The memory was lost to you at the moment.

Your fear sparked anew, you struggled against the ropes around your wrists again. You ignored the biting pain in your arms, the deep aches in your shoulders and upper back, as your efforts bore you no results.

You'd positively worn yourself out. And the only thing you achieved was self-inflicted pain, especially in your arms.

In your solitude, you fell asleep, praying that this was just a nightmare.

"Hog didn't say she'd be a pretty suit. But I guess he couldn't have known-- what the- how did that come off?!"

Your less than comfortable slumber abruptly ended. Your eyes snapped open and you saw your captor approach you. Dressed only in torn and mended khaki shorts, you took note of his prosthetic limbs.

He towered over you with his hands on his hips and back straight. The insanity left his amber eyes as he looked into yours. There was soot on his skin and hair. And you noticed the skull tattoo marking his right bicep.

"Definitely woulda been a waste if you got blown up," He ended up saying after staring into your eyes for a length of time, then adjusted the front of his pants with his organic hand. Your captor was having an inner turmoil of his own.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to satisfy his lust with your body. But there was a part of him that ...cared for you.

Damn the bitch, he thought, his eyes smoldering. All suits are the same.

You saw the raw emotion on his elongated features. When your eyes traveled downward, to where he was clutching, he sauntered past you and took a stance behind you. "You know I can't let you go now that you've seen my face, right?" He grinned knowingly.

He brushed strands of your hair from your neck and buried his face at your nape. "Hmm, you smell really sweet..." He murmured, his lips fluttering against your skin, his hot breath inciting that liquid heat you'd felt earlier.

A pleading sound escaped your throat when you felt his fingers trail down your flank, caressing you as he appreciated the smooth expanse of your naked form. Without warning, the same fingers targeted your womanhood, repeating the same motions they went through earlier.

Your thighs were quivering and your hips jerked when he pressed circles into your clit unrelentingly. The twisting feeling in your belly intensified as your clit ached and hummed beneath this stranger's fingertips. Another sensation entirely assaulted your being, jolts of electricity - from your core, elicited each time he squeezed at the bundle of nerves.

Before you knew it, the twisting feeling in your belly exploded. You cried out, your body clenching in spasms from the pleasure his fingers alone had given you.

A dull, longing ache settled in your tingling sex the moment the waves of pleasure receded. Your mind was not at its sharpest and all your body wanted was knowing more pleasure. Pleasure that obliterated all other feeling.

Long digits stroked along the soft folds that gave passage inside you, smearing the heated secretion your orgasm had produced. "You've got an erotic little cunt," He said, his voice sounding husky and almost tense.

Your breathless moans and pants echoed in the room. When you caught your breath, you felt fingers pulling your pussy lips open, spreading you wide. Taking in a shuddering breath, you squeezed your eyes shut for what was to come.

"Might as well tell you my name. I'm Jamison, and we're going to get to know each other a little better, sweetheart." He'd freed his lengthy erection out of its confinement, his body a hair's breadth away from yours. With his metallic arm, he positioned you in a way that exposed more of your lower region to him.

You felt the silken head of his hard cock at your entrance. The touch sent involuntary shivers through your body. The touch made your arms and legs ache even more, but the pain was just an annoyance and the last thing on your mind. You couldn't move your body much, though. All you could do was endure the pressure of the broad cockhead against your opening as your heart fluttered with anticipation.

The pressure built, and you could tell he was moving his pelvis forward.

The head of his erection sheathed within your silken heat, Jamison stifled a groan. He was being careful with you to his own surprise. He watched and listened as you trembled, shuddered, and moaned with delight.

When he was halfway in, he noticed more secretions had flown out of you, drenching the length of his cock. The observation nearly cost him control. He wanted nothing more than to plunge in and out of you, and not giving into the maddening desire was growing more difficult.

He found himself very emotionally taken by you, almost possessive in his desire for you. He could tell by his concern for your comfort. It was confusing.

"You've got a tight little hole," He remarked with yet another strained chuckle, pushing his length further into you. His girth and length made you feel like liquid, like you just... melted.

You couldn't understand how someone so maimed could bring you such bodily joy. Was there really a hidden charm to him, or had he drugged you? Either way, it didn't matter right now. You wanted him to repeat the penetrating motion he'd made, not once or twice, but continuously.

When his length was completely inside you, filling, stretching, a moan spilled out of your parted mouth.

His engorged flesh withdrew, its head straining against the walls of your womanhood in the outward pull. Then, a deep, meaningful thrust followed. The pistoning motion repeated, quickly increasing in tempo as Jamison began losing control.

Wet sounds of flesh sliding against flesh filled the room, merging with the rough slapping sounds of his body meeting yours. Your body felt hot and tense as he continued to fuck you, and you couldn't stem the pleased moans coming out of you.

Each thrust elicited a moan, a rush. It made you feel free in spite of your bonds. Each thrust took you higher. And you found yourself at the peak of your pleasure. You came. The muscles in your belly clenched as your inner walls contracted madly around his pistoning length.

Just as your body quivered, Jamison groaned loudly as he buried himself as deep inside as he could. The tension he held in his loins released all at once as he ejaculated.

Your body relaxed, pressing against him, as a sea of heat consumed you, spilling across your flesh, spilling within you.

"I guess you're a suit like no other," He softly muttered into your hair, slowly withdrawing his softening cock out of you. "You'll learn to be a part of the junkers, now. And I'll teach you our ways."