Hana's Naked Meeting

They'd brought her before the Parks at gunpoint, naked and covered in a fine layer of soot, breasts blackened by it, nipples coated in grey. Joon-Ku and Joon-Sup were nearly identical, differentiated mainly by the colours of their respective suits. They greeted her cordially enough, though they never deigned to look at her face, focusing on every other part of her instead. Hana swallowed, then looked up at them defiantly. "My eyes are up here." She said.

"Mm, but the goods are down there." One of them pointed at her chest, rotating his finger in a small circle. Hana huffed indignantly, "First that...that video, now this? Do you freaks just have some kind of fetish or something?"

The Brothers Park exchanged a smug look, before stepping forward as one and introducing themselves. "Joon-Ku," said the one in green. "Joon-Sup," said the one in red. "Admittedly, we are fans of yours, Hana Song." He flashed her a smile.

"A most capable ESports competitor," Joon-Ku added. "We did...nurse a bit of a crush, in the past."

"So it is a fetish?!" Hana glared, moving to cover her breasts, and the little grey slit which was all that was visible of her pussy under all that soot. "You get off on humiliating me? Is that it?"

"Partially," Joon-Ku admitted. "But we had other incentives to do all this. We have benefactors, one in particular we've beeb working with quite closely, in fact."

"One in...who? W-who are you talking about?" She looked back and forth between them, trying not to think about the armed men behind her most likely staring at the one intimate part of her body she couldn't currently conceal. Joon-Sup wagged a finger, "Ah, ah, Miss Song. We've gone to a lot of trouble to get everything into place, here. We're willing to work with you here, tell you a few interesting morsels you might be...er, interested in, but we need you to offer us something first."

"Something..." Hana hoped her apprehension wasn't showing on her face. "What kind of something?"

"Your body, Miss Song." Joon-Ku pointed at the spots she was covering with her hands. "We want you to do some things for us, and then we'll tell you more about our benefactors."

Hana made a distressed noise. "W-what? No! You can't...you...why would you even want to tell me anything anyway? Huh?"

Joon-Ku frowned, met his brother's gaze, then looked back at Hana. "We've had...conflict. We haven't exactly seen eye to eye with them during all this; we've gone off script a little, and so have they, in our defence." He gathered his hands behind his back, rocking back and forward on his heels. "We're about ready to cut ourselves loose...so how about it? All you'll need to do is follow our instructions...and then you get names."

Hana licked her lips nervously, shifting uncomfortably on the spot. The proposal was equal parts unthinkable and irresistible. If they were willing to give her names, and she'd already played and burned her last trump card, did she really have a choice?

                                    * 

Five Minutes Later

Hana was masturbating, there was no other way to say it. The Brothers had presented their terms and, in the end, she'd had no other choice but to go through with it and submit to their demands. Still naked and covered in soot, she lay on her back atop a medium-sized table, rubbing furiously at her pussy while the Parks and their Rangers looked on, whooping, cheering and whistling the whole way. She had her eyes closed, that was the only way for her to get through this, trying her best to focus on anything other than the noises of approval the men were making. Her face was so red and so hot it felt as if she were running a fever, and despite herself she was more than a little wet down there even as she pushed to get herself to climax as fast as possible. Minutes had passed and she knew the conventional way wasn't going to be enough, though she was loath to touch herself in the usual spots in front of all these, but if she didn't, there was no guarantee she'd finish anytime soon.

She let out a quiet groan of frustration, then allowed her left hand to come up to her right leg and start rubbing and squeezing at her inner thigh. That immediately made all the difference, the groan was followed up by a succession of higher-pitched whines as an invisible stream of warmth flowed up from her thigh and into her tummy, her pussy quickly growing slicker and slicker between the fingers of her right hand in response. "L-l-l-l-l..." she stammered, cheeks ablaze with heat. The stream was flowing faster, more intensely. She pinched the skin of her inner thigh hard, the action sending a jolt of pleasure up towards her crotch. "L-lu...lu...hnnng..." Hana was pinching so hard now her thigh was turning red beneath her grip, the edges of her nails biting harshly into it. "L-L-LUCIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She cried, a small trickle of liquid gushing out of her pussy through the gaps between her fingers; Hana tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and sighed. Then, her eyes snapped open, and she remembered where she was.