The Showdown

D.Va knew what was coming next, though fighting someone on Roadhog's level, someone who had been known to work with Talon in the past, someone who never backed down from even the filthiest acts, provided they were bought for a reasonable price? All while this scantily-clad? As she rushed up those stairs, she suddenly felt very exposed indeed, and a little of the bravado that had helped her spring into action ebbed away as the reality of what the next few minutes would entail began to sink in.

She reached top of the staircase, emerging back into the large space of the warehouse floor. Thin shafts of light shone through the rusting roof, and some of them fell onto the rotund form of Roadhog, as he lay with his hands behind his head in the middle of the room. D.Va instinctively went to bring her hands up to her chest at the sight of him, but stopped herself. It was painful, but her boobies would by necessity be on display if they really did come to blows. D.Va started forward, and without even looking up at her, Roadhog spoke, his words seemingly directed at the ceiling he was staring up at.

"Quite the achievement," He mused, as she continued to close the gap between them, "D'ya think they'll be more embarassed by them being outfoxed by their own prisoner, or by being beaten senseless by a little girl?" He turned his head slightly toward her, the inhuman visage of his gas-mask blocking some of the the humanity in the gesture.

D.Va felt the rage coming forth again like bile, "I am NOT a little girl!"

Roadhog waved a hand dismissively. "You're little, and you're a girl. Little girl."

"And what does that make you?" She yelled, "A pervert?"

"Makes me a merc," He replied, calmly, as he rose casually to his feet. "What now?" He asked, "Gonna throw down with me?"

"Do I need to?"

"They're paying me a lot of money to keep you here."

D.Va fished for a solution, hitting on the first idea she could think of, "Overwatch will pay you, match or even...even double what these people are!"

"No," He said, simply. "That doesn't work for me."

D.Va brought up her pistol from behind her back, aiming it square at the merc's bare, barrel-chest. "Does this? Huh?!"

"Shoot," He responded, cocking his head airily.

D.Va moved her aim a hair over to his shoulder — a demonstration of what she was willing to do. She squeezed the trigger and the gun clicked uselessly in her hands. Her hands started to shake, and she screamed in frustration, throwing the gun down. "How?" She looked up at him, infuriated. "How did you know?!"

"Thin floors," Roadhog explained, "I just counted the bullets."

D.Va put her head in her hands, then, started to make a low, warbling noise which rose gradually into a wail, becoming louder and more ear-piercing by the second. When it reached its apparent apex, the warehouse windows cracking slightly in their panes, she lifted her head back up and began to run flat out towards him, her knee-socks swiftly starting to turn dark as the accumulated grime of the warehouse floor stuck to them. Roadhog drew his hook from his back, and stood to meet her in silence as she approached.

D.Va leaped up as she closed to within a few feet of him, bringing her knee up to her stomach in a coiling gesture, making the front of her panties strain lewdly against her pubic mound, then as she sailed towards him, she unfolded it into a wicked kick that would have felled (or at least, seriously winded) any of the guards downstairs, driving her socked foot directly into his solar plexus. Instead of felling him, she bounced off of him harmlessly, landing in front of him and staggering back. She looked up in surprise, the sheer thickness of his blubber was unexpected, and she now began to wonder if it would complicate this fight beyond even what she'd expected.

Roadhog responded to her opening salvo by swinging his hook round and round in ever widening and ever quicker circles by its chain. D.Va stepped back as she eyed the weapon carefully, then, when its revolutions had reached a feverish speed, she went to move in anticipation of it striking out at her. She was right, sure enough, and she found herself silently marvelling at the effect on those indomitable boobies of hers as she jerked backwards, the hook sweeping sideways over the spot she had just been occupying. Her nipples were hardening, the little pink nubs of flesh rising forward out from her pillowy titties, she realised with a start, this was — and this made her feel a little strange — but it was...exciting her a little? Deciding to file that under "Things to Unpack Later", D.Va saw her opponent winding up to swing again, and she focused on staying light on her feet instead of trying to plumb the mysteries of her own body.

As Roadhog's counter-offensive continued, D.Va found herself ducking and weaving as he threw the hook out again and again. He threw it and she threw herself sideways, he threw it again and she bent backwards, watching as it sailed overhead, he threw it again and she did a cartwheel into a handstand, spreading her legs wide just in time for it to fly harmlessly between them. He threw it one last time and Hana turned and dived onto the floor, expecting to hear that telltale rattle as Roadhog drew it back to him on its chain — but there was no rattle. Hana blinked, and then she felt a familiar tugging on the seat of her panties. "Oh," Was all she could say, as Roadhog pulled the chain sharply back. Instead of hearing the sickening rip she expected, Hana instead heard a slight rustling of cloth and a peculiar feeling as the panties slipped down her hips, past her thighs and off her body entirely; she looked back to see that distinctive green underwear of hers sailing through the air toward Roadhog on the end of his hook, then looked down as if she couldn't quite believe it. "Shit," she said, at the sight of her once again bare arse. The only thing left on her body was those damned knee-socks — now, she really did look like somebody's fetish: Utterly, eye-poppingly naked, the dirty white socks appearing to act as an extended gesture upwards, priming the senses for the jarring rug pull caused by the sudden awareness that nothing else resided above it that would conceal the rest of her as the socks did her feet; in short, nothing shielded her nubile body and the assets it boasted from being fully, lovingly scrutinised.

Roadhog's hand went up to catch the hook, and when he did, he turned it upwards, slipped the panties off the end of it and onto his index finger, then started spinning them by one of the legholes. "Seems you've lost a little something, girlie!" He called to her. "But I've gone and found something very nice indeed: A little souvenir of our time together!"

D.Va's breath came out in ragged bursts, she'd put the embarassment of her near-nudity to one side for the duration of this little escape attempt, but now near-nudity had turned to complete nudity, the meagre shielding the little green panties had provided literally stripped from her, and Roadhog was standing right there, seeing her in full now. She reached behind herself and clamped a hand down on her kitty to shield it from view, then rose to her feet, careful not to let her socks slip on the flooring underfoot and take her feet back out from under her. She turned round to face him, **** in her eyes, "I—I'll take those back!" She shouted, trying to inject more confidence into her voice. She hoped she'd be able to take them back without further humiliation, she sorely did. She started sprinting toward Roadhog again, her hands resolutely covering her crotch as she went. He stood there, still spinning D.Va's stolen undies on his finger. As she approached, he stopped and flicked them into his palm, then reached behind his back and stowed them away in his trouser pocket; D.Va didn't look forward to trying to retrieve them.

Roadhog brandished his hook and swung it at her, the distance it needed to cover much shorter now. As she saw it speed toward her, D.Va did something daring, even for her: She turned sideways and did a naked cartwheel, her hands still clapped over her genitalia, and her boobies succumbing fully to the pull of gravity as her entire body briefly turned upside down. She came down out of the cartwheel and kept on running, finally too close for him to throw again. Roadhog went into a defensive stance, ready to block punches or kicks from the front, but D.Va simply dropped to her knees (thankfully protected from the friction by her socks) and slid forward and through his immense, tree-trunk-like legs. He grunted loudly and tried to turn, but his bulky form was too slow, and D.Va came up behind him and administered a kick to nethers, but it was blunted by a hard layer in his trousers that was painful enough to make D.Va conclude he was wearing a jock-strap or codpiece of some kind. She hopped backwards on her now injured foot, cursing loudly in Korean. Roadhog took this moment of weakness to finish his turn, stomp up to her pick her up by the waist. Her eyes widened as she felt his hands on her, and she rose into the air as he held her nude self up before him. D.Va started kicking wildly in mid-air, "Lemme go!" She shrieked.

"Time for a time out," He replied in a low, rumbling voice. She started banging one of her fists against the large hands that held her, trying at the same time to shield her boobies from view with her other hand, his response was to turn her upside down. Her mouth fell open as she came face-to-face with his crotch and a tremor ran through her as she came to the conclusion that it must also mean...

Her kitty was unprotected, at Roadhog's eye level, and so very, very close to his face. She struggled even more furiously, and from up top she heard Roadhog chuckling yet again. "Seems I got ya where I want ya," He mused, "Why not let's have some fun?" D.Va didn't know what exactly he could mean, but she didn't like it. She was going to ask just what he meant by that, but it was then that she felt one of his hands drop from her waist and come into view before her, working at the belt of his trousers. What was he doing? She wondered, even as she wriggled in his grip to try and escape.

After a few moments, the belt came undone and his trousers dropped to the floor, a set of yellowing tighty-whiteys being revealed. "N—nice underwear!" She said, loudly, attempting to assert control by mocking him. He ignored her, and mutely shucked his pants down to join his trousers. D.Va wrinkled her nose, she had had no desire to see Roadhog's cock, and yet here she was, naked, trembling and right in front of it. It was long, proportional to the rest of him, really. The pubic hair around the base of it was silver, and the balls hung down limply, resting on his inner thighs. She felt his grip shift and realised he was moving her closer to it.

"Mako?" D.Va asked, in a high-pitched voice. "Mako, what are you doing?" It was getting closer, "Mako?! Roadhog?! Why is it out, Mako?! Mako why did you get it out?!" She was squealing now, sounding like every bit the girl he'd called her. The questions continued flying from her mouth in rapid fire fashion, though she already had all the answers she needed, as his monster 'hog' drew closer and closer to that cute face of hers...