Captured

Hana awoke as the car jolted to a stop. She must have dozed off at some point, the gentle rocking of the car and the darkness she was being kept in lulling her to sleep. She ran a hand down her chest, and it dawned on her that her suit must have fallen off her at some point during the journey. She groped around for it on the 'floor' of the trunk, turning herself so that her arse was facing the entrance to the trunk in a bid to better look for it, but before she could find it she heard a loud click behind her, and she cursed under her breath as the door popped open behind her. Hana winced as she felt cold air rushing onto her smooth, heavenly heinie, and she heard the voice of Roadhog behind her.

"No need to present yourself, Darlin', I'm on the job right now, no time for fun."

Hana gritted her teeth, directing her reply at the felt wall of the trunk. "I was looking for my suit, because somebody stuck me in here where I couldn't see anything."

"Welp, you can see it all now," Roadhog pointed out. "So can I, for that matter," He snickered. Hana saw the front of her suit trapped under one of the trunk's angular corners, and she reached out for it, grabbing its edge and pulling it towards her. "You gonna get out, then?" Roadhog asked, testily.

"I-I need you to turn around," Hana stammered. She was not going to give this disgusting pig the satisfaction of seeing her boobies, or her trimmed kitty for that matter. Roadhog cocked his head, "Oh...the lady makes demands, now."

"I'm not getting out of here until you turn around so I can cover myself."

Roadhog sighed, "Screw it, fine. Much as I'd enjoy dragging your lovely little arse out of there, we don't have time. Boys? Backs to Miss Song."

The three Park Rangers groaned in disappointed fashion, but she heard little footfalls as they turned on the spot. She turned herself back around around in the trunk, seeing that sure enough they had truly kept their word. Hana swung her mostly bare legs out so they hung out of the trunk's edge, her suit's torn lower legs still clinging to her. She looked down at her kitty, her pubic hair shaved into the shape of a love heart, then hopped out into the sunlight, torn suit section in hand. The torn front half of her panties slid out onto the floor in front of her, and she blushed deeply at the sight of them, remembering how thoroughly they'd been wrecked.

"Make it quick," Roadhog said, "Got a schedule to keep."

Hana took a deep breath and held the bit of suit out in front of her, inspecting it to see if it had degraded any further during her time in the trunk. It looked...about as intact as it had been since Roadhog's hook had split the rest of it apart, so she placed it gingerly in front of her, prodding its edges into place between her thighs. It still just about covered her kitty, and her boobies felt as if they would make themselves known at any moment, but it afforded her some small amount of modesty, nonetheless. "Where are we?" She asked, and Roadhog tool that as his cue to turn back around. "You don't recognise it? Was told you would," He gestured up at the building before them, and a little pang of recognition went through her mind. It looked like...her apartment during her time at the Academy?"

She looked back down at Roadhog, "Why are we here?"

"Need to pick some things up, for a special...performance we're staging at Ch-chyang..." He trailed off, turning to one of the Rangers. "What do you call it?"

The man responded immediately, "Chonggye Plaza, Mr. Rutledge."

"Right, that place. Lotta people there, I talked to my employers, and they suggested coming here to get you a change of clothes."

"Very...kind?" She replied, suspicion creeping into her voice. Why would they care if she was naked in public or not? What did they get out of preserving her modesty? "There's a plan, everything at its proper time, they say. You kept the lease up on this place, that right?"

It was true, a sentimental gesture when she'd started making it big, so as not to forget where she'd started. There was something romantic about being able to return to the place she'd spent much of her late-teens, and in case she ever wanted to drop in, Hana often kept a partially stocked pantry, a small cache of equipment and...spare clothes. Now she understood.

"Yeah—yes...I do."

"Let's go, then. Flat number?"

"Thirty-two," she answered.

Roadhog nodded and bid one of the Rangers walk up ahead of her with him, the other two would be behind her, bringing up the...rear. They unsurprisingly accepted the job enthusastically and got into place straight away, elbowing and nudging each other as they took turns keeping a lookout for signs of trouble and staring down, as if hypnotised, at Hana's Special Dumplings. She felt horribly self-conscious, and she most certainly did not trust these strange men being behind her when she was so exposed, but she had **** in the matter, and so followed dutifully behind Roadhog and the other Ranger, trying not to let the quiet humiliation of the situation get to her.

They piled into a lift on the first floor, Roadhog had initially made for the stairs, but that had been where Hana had put her foot down. She would not climb multiple flights of stairs while the two men below her had a crystal clear view of her kitty, and Roadhog conceded, suggesting the lift instead. They rode up in silence, Hana insisting everyone else be in front of her on account of the confined space — she refused to even contemplate the possibility of accidentally lurching backwards into the groin of one of her captors, her naked, doughy cheeks pressing into them. Instead, her naked, doughy cheeks pressed into the back of the elevator; after this long, the tenderness had subsided, and there was no pain as she stood there.

They arrived on the third floor, the two men falling in behind her as they started forward. They came to a door marked thirty-two, a small box with a microphone set into it protruded out from the door. "It's a Voice-Lock," Hana explained, and she leaned forward. "Hana. Song." She enunciated clearly into it, an indicator light on the box turning green as the door swung open. Roadhog and the first Ranger entered first, looking around a little for any booby traps, then Hana was allowed in. She turned her head in all directions, memories coming flooding back to her. A little section of the apartment to her right was dedicated to a kitchenette, which she remembered many fun nights cooking for herself, or with friends. To the left, the place opened out into a fair-sized living room, boxes piled up in one corner and two sofas in the middle of the room faced a curved TV on the opposing wall. "Swanky little place," Roadhog commented, "I see why you kept it." He turned to her, "Now where's the bedroom, or...wardrobe or whatever?"

Hana nodded to a slightly-ajar door across from the kitchenette, and Roadhog beckoned to her as he waddled over to it, pushing the door fully open. Hana shuffled after him, following him into the room. The bed had a D.Va bedspread on it, her winking face looking up at her with the words, "NERF THIS!" printed in large, glittery letters next to her image. "Heh," Roadhog chuckled at the sight of it, then his eyes went to a closed wardrobe built into the wall on the other side of the bed. "Go, I'll be watching." Hana went past him and around the bed, preparing to open up the wardrobe. "Could you...turn around, again?" She inquired, glancing at him over her shoulder. He grunted irritably, "Sure. Whatever. Not like there's another way out for ya," and with that he turned and looked out of the doorway.

A sigh of relief escaped Hana's lips, and she finally let the torn bit of suit drop from her front, jimmying open the wardrobe door as she stood there, now fully nude. Inside, a single outfit hung on a wire hanger, and she shook her head. Taking it out, she realised what she had in her hands: Her old Academy uniform, a little plaid skirt secured to the hanger by metal clamps, while a white dress shirt hung from the 'shoulders' of it. Great, she thought, now I get to cosplay as a schoolgirl...