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Taboo Parallel	By : Strigon2 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 105790 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author Note: And yet another omake. Technically it was the start of Stage 11 until we realized that Stage 11 was turning out too long so we had to cut this bit out, so now it is an omake. On a good side - Stage 11 will be done soon.

The Strigon Team Presents:

TABOO PARALLEL
Stage 10.5 [Comings and Goings]
During PE no students were supposed to hang out in the locker room. Usually they would split into groups and have their pick of either swim class or gym, but since there weren’t enough teachers to watch them they all had to remain outside for the duration of the class. Of course, that never stopped the occasional pick up in her lockers, and other things. The privacy the empty room afforded was always good, and wayward lovers could count on a fixed period when nobody was likely to bother them.
Asuka assumed those were the reasons Kensuke had arranged for her to meet his clients here. She was kneeling on the cold tiled floor, her one piece suit pulled down and bunched around her waist to expose her small breasts. The dark pink nipples were stiff and hard, pierced by two identical rings that jiggled slightly with each motion of her body. In front of her stood a boy a grade below hers and younger, his uniform slacks wide open and his penis jutting out.
The sight of its purple swollen head didn’t faze her any more, not when she’d seen and sucked so many cocks. Clear pre-cum leaked from the tiny slit at the end as she flicked her tongue over it, lapping up the tangy substance. She’d tasted it far too often to let the taste bother her.
"That feels good," the boy hummed, rocking his hips ever so slightly.
When she was finished cleaning up his secretions, the topless redhead turned her attention to the rest of his cock, licking and kissing down his length to the very base of his stalk, where his skin made a little pouch that held two nuts she doubted had been put to much use. On her way back up, she brushed her tongue around the underside of the head’s wide rim, beneath the loose foreskin, where she knew boys tended to be more sensitive.
“Oh man … she is licking it like a lollipop, awesome!”
Asuka pulled back, saliva and precum strands dangling from her lips as she glared at the boy standing above her. “Would you mind shutting up already!” her grasp on his shaft tightened, making the boy groan. “If you keep talking someone will walk on us!”
“S-sorry,” the guy gasped as Asuka’s fingers painfully tugged at his meat, glistening from the teen’s spit.
“Fucking virgins,” Asuka grumbled as she began licking her tongue up and down the entire underside once again. Moving her face farther down, she pressed her wet lips up against the soft crinkly skin of his hairless nut sack and sucked his testicles in and out of her hot mouth. “All you need to do is to shut up and enjoy. But no, you are freaking brain dead.”
When both testicles were equally wet, Asuka took the end of his cockhead back into her mouth and renewed sucking savagely on his big purple cockhead. Her eyes closed as a cascade of drool and precum roped down her chin. She bobbed up and down, squeezing him with hand and mouth, welding her soft lips around his girth. Long practice allowed her to quickly fall into a rhythm, her sloppy suctioning sounds rising in time with the boy’s whimpering moans.
She almost forgot about the other guy.
“Come on, man, hurry up!”
Older and taller, he stood behind her with his hands in his pockets, his impatience underlined by the large bulge in his pants. Kensuke had taken to selling her mouth, pussy or ass to anyone willing to pay, and these two in the locker room with her were only the latest customers: one had paid for a blowjob while the other wanted to fuck her. Asuka hated being treated like some common streetwalker, but Kensuke promised to give her a cut of the money for her own use. Besides, as long as she made him a profit he seemed to take it much easier on her at home.
“Wait your turn.” The boy above her panted out as his hands gripped her hair while thrusting into her mouth.
“I paid to fuck her!” the other boy said.
“I paid too!”
Asuka rolled her eyes as the two boys fought. Trying to ignore them, she continued her ministrations, hollowing her cheeks when she gave the boy a hard suck, which made him moan loudly, using her tongue to tease the vein on the underside of his tool. Pulling back, she let her lips massage him before taking him back in. Her head bobbed up and down with increasing speed.
His hands tugged on her hair, wanting more and more, making her scalp burn. Yet she never stopped sucking on the boy’s skinny shaft. He wasn’t the biggest dick she had fucked or sucked, but he was far from the smallest. His ragged breaths filled her ears as she worked, using her hand to squeeze the base of his dick and give it a few small pumps in time with the bobbing of her head.
Asuka sucked steadily, her clinging lips massaging every inch of him. It wouldn’t be long now.
And it wasn’t.
With a grunt and loud moan she felt the boy’s penis jerk in between her lips, flooding her mouth with his gooey load. Eyes watering, the former teen idol reduced to slut swallowed the first shot before another landed on her tongue. His taste was bitter and strong, but she continued to drink it down. Her belly filled with cum from yet another stranger. After he was finished, Asuka pulled back and allowed his member to pop from her mouth, ropy strings dangling down and connecting them together until she brushed them away.
When she looked up into his brown eyes she noticed how wide they were, brimming with amazement, his cheeks flushed. He smiled at her.
“That was awesome!” The boy practically beamed, which made her feel happy even if she wasn’t really.
“Please, it was just a blowjob,” the other boy said. “I’m gonna get to fuck her pussy!” He moved closer, showing off his medium sized prick now level with Asuka’s sweaty face.
He’d stripped off his pants while waiting from them to finish, and was now holding his member in his hand. It curved upwards like a sword, with a large flaring mushroom head and a vein that ran down the side.
Asuka felt a rush of arousal in her pussy at the sight of his penis, knowing full well it would be buried in her pussy in just a few moments. The boy came over to her and pulled her roughly to her feet, then pushed her towards the bank of lockers. Her first customer slithered off just in time to avoid being caught in the middle.
“Come on, slut. I paid to fuck you. I want to feel that pussy!”
Asuka damn near laughed in his face. “Yeah, yeah. You and all the other perverts.” She turned around and braced a hand against the metal locker in front of her while sending the other down between her legs to pull aside the gusset of her swimsuit. As she did, her stretched out inner plopped out, dangling from her otherwise hairless genitals like a shriveled up fruit. The slit itself was quite large and distended from constant overuse, dripping clear strands of musky honey so plentiful they soon broke off and splashed on the floor.
Since he didn’t immediately jump her, Asuka looked back over her shoulder. “Well, are you going to fuck me or not?”
The boy seemed stunned. “Um … it looks …”
“Like a pussy. Come on. No refunds here.”
Hesitant, the boy forward, his shocked gaze never leaving her well-worn entrance. Asuka doubted he’d ever seen anything like this. In fact, he’d probably only ever seen genitals in some stupid hentai magazine or something, or maybe he was expecting some tight slit with a dusting of hair.
Whatever his expectations might have been, a pussy was a pussy and this one was bought. He moved towards her, until his penis head pushed against the elastic, wet opening. Her loose lips rippled around him instinctively, like an eager mouth.
“Man, she must have done it hundreds of times. How did she ever get so popular doing things like this?” Asuka heard the other boy mumble. Rather than leave he seemed to have decided to stick around to watch. Sitting on the nearby bench he had quite a view of her.
“I don’t know, man. Come to think if it, she’s more famous now, due to all the rumors of her exploits.”
Asuka barely felt the boy’s thing start to push its way inside her, parting the redhead‘s swollen labia with ease. Having gotten used to Touji’s large member, and even Musashi’s, when he still desired to fuck her, it was quite a disappointment.
“Man, the stories are all true. My dick slid right in.”
Trapped between the delicious layers of wetly pulsing cunt, he let his penetrating cock lie throbbing for a moment. Asuka could feel him, but he was nowhere near big enough to give her the pleasure she craved. Making an effort, she tightened her cunt muscles to increase her grip on him.
“Ohhhh,” the boy moaned. “She’s squeezing me.”
“No way!” the other boy squealed.
"Would you shut up and fuck me already!” Asuka barked, losing her patience with these two clowns. In response, the boy behind her fell forward with a jerk, cruelly grasping her shoulders and shoving her tightly against the locker room in order to pull himself into her as he thrust his hips forward. The force of the moment made up for what he lacked in size and she moaned. “Ugh!”
He pulled back slightly, but only to shove himself forward again, crushing her front against the locker. Asuka hissed in pain as her firm breasts were flattened, the rings in her stiff and still very sensitive nipples clicking on the metallic surface. By then he had both hands around her waist, just above her bunched swimsuit and was thrusting in eagerly.
Asuka bit her lower lip and arched her back and tried to hold on to him with her pussy, but he was too slippery and not large enough. Her stretched labia and bottomless cunt canal swallowed him whole without much effort while her cunt juices roped down more and more thickly with each laborious stroke. She knew the rhythm well--in, out, in, out, fuck, fuck, fuck.
The boy tightened his grip some more and pulled her ass a little closer, causing her to spread her legs, bare feet now nearly a whole yard apart. Then he lunged into her with enough force to take away her breath and send ripples through her ass-cheeks.
Fueled by pure lust, he began pumping her harder, panting and grunting loudly, and Asuka cried out in response. She found herself rocking back and forth uncontrollably, as if she were hooked up to a runaway machine at an erotic amusement park.
Her breathing became ragged, desperate. Her tits slammed into the locker again, flattening painfully but she stopped caring about that already. The boy’s nuts beat steadily against her vulva, and that was before he reached down and lifted one of her legs to deepen the penetration.
The boy’s harsh thrusts made her fuck-juices drip more and more, and soon churned the cum into a soapy froth that sprayed everywhere. In a short time Asuka's ass and the back of her thighs and his pelvis were sopping wet. Her lolling tongue hung out of her mouth in limp panting abandon as she felt herself coming closer to orgasm. Maybe if they would have been doing that in private it wouldn’t feel as good, but doing so in public, at school with a chance of anyone walking up on them, sent the redhead into ecstasy.
She couldn’t help but imagine the shocked looks on all their faces when they walked back to their lockers after the PE lesson only to find her being fucked hard from behind.
Soon even that thought fled, and they became like a pair of wild animals fucking each others brains out. She didn’t even know his name. It didn’t matter to her though since he was just another in a long line of semi-anonymous guys who fucked her. She wouldn’t remember it anyway. There had been too many.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking you!” the boy rasped behind her as he continued to pummel her pussy with his hard prick.
Asuka’s cheek was pressed against the locker, hands trying to grab it while her body rubbed across the smooth metal, moaning and panting as juice rolled down the door. Then she suddenly felt the boy’s thrusts grow a bit more erratic. His penis jerked inside of her. He moaned her name, and an instant later liquid heat filled up her waiting womb.
Getting to cum herself might have made her forget what she was doing--fucking some boy who paid to use her in the school’s locker room--but it was too soon and he had been too quick. She whimpered when she realized he was finished … and she was not.
“T-thanks slut … ” he grunted out as he pulled his limp dick free of her pussy, allowing some of his sperm to trickle down her leg and onto her swimsuit.
Asuka wanted to yell at him for not making her cum, but by the time she managed to catch her breath and push off the locker it was too late. The boys left without so much as a second glance, leaving her to stand there covered in sweat with their cum in her belly and vagina. Now alone, she decided going back like this was no good. She retreated into the nearest shower stall and furiously masturbated for the next few minutes until orgasming in a torrent.
I’m disgusting, Asuka thought, suddenly feeling a bit sick. Having just fucked and sucked two random boys, it was difficult to argue otherwise. But it wasn’t something she had ever wanted to do. She didn’t have a choice. She never had a choice. Even when she liked it--when she utterly craved it.
After running the shower and making sure any traces of semen were gone, she pulled up her swimsuit, sliding one arm into a strap then the other to cover up her small mounds and pierced nipples, then adjusted the gusset over her freshly fucked pussy with a few tugs.
She expected to find yet another customer waiting for her outside, but instead it was only Kensuke. He had a scowl on his face as he counted a small stack of money.
“Well, Red, seems the market for school sluts is shrinking these days,” the spectacled otaku groused when he saw her emerge from the locker room. “Only two takers, and I had to offer discounts.”
Asuka was in no mood for his bullshit, specially since she didn’t get to cum. “Shut up, dork. It’s not my fault. Maybe people just don’t like freaks with stupid rings in their nipples!”
“Yeah, well that isn’t my fault either,” Kensuke protested, but she wasn’t buying it.
“You sure as hell didn’t have to let them take me out on their little masochist date.” Asuka snarled at him, which made him take a step back.
This had been a running argument since Mari and Sora had dropped her off back at his place after their special weekend together, fucked to exhaustion, shaved, pierced and bleeding. Mana had been bad, but those two bitches had put her through a real hell. After piercing her, they’d gone on to fuck her with massive strap-ons, each taking a hole and then switching it up in every position imaginable--on the bed, bent over, on the floor with her legs held high, rolled up into a ball and her hands bound behind her thighs. They even took turns sleeping so that they could fuck her without a break. And it wasn’t just the sex abuse either.
When they weren’t busy fucking, the girls found incredibly sadistic ways to torment her. For lunch one of them would sit on her face and eat, and if Asuka showed how eager she was to lick their pussies and assholes they would drop a bit here and there, usually coated with their juices and saliva. The process was repeated for dinner, only now with the other girl taking a seat. Even then the food was spiced up with Asuka’s own shaved pubes and their spit. To get a drink she had two options: drink from the toilet or let them pee in her mouth. Neither was particularly inviting. And when she actually had to use the bathroom, they forced her to squat in a corner and shit and piss in a bowl while they filmed her and laughed.
Together with the spankings and the constant threats of more piercings on every inch of her body and the nasty things that they did to her anus - it was a real nightmare.
“Gonna have to figure something out soon or else you’ll be out on the street. Mana’s been taking some of my money, that little bitch,” Kensuke said. “And the water bill doubled since you moved in.”
“You could get a job, maybe.” Asuka crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
“Funny, Red.” Then he flashed her a little grin, one that she knew meant trouble for her. “By the way, did I tell you Mana wants us to come over this weekend?”
“What?” Asuka’s high-pitched tone betrayed her distress. The last thing she wanted was to be around Mana.
“Yeah,” Kensuke said. “I guess she misses you.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“You don’t have a choice, Red.” He smiled. “Hell, when do you ever do?”
Asuka knew he was right. There wasn’t anything more to say. She left him there and headed back to her PE class. Her body was still tingling a bit, though inside she felt numb. Walking through the gate, she saw Hikari trying to catch her attention but instead she just ignored her and sat in a corner far away from everyone, with her knees pulled up to her chest to hide her pierced nipples as she sulked in brooding silence and watched the normal girls have fun.
*
Lunch came around in the usual noisy fashion, with students rushing out of classrooms and gathering together in groups. But since Asuka didn’t feel like talking with Hikari--or anyone else for that matter--she did her best to avoid everyone and headed for the roof. There were no benches up here since it wasn’t really an open area for students, so she had to settle for sitting down on a smooth concrete patch next to the school’s air-conditioning unit, with only her bento in her lap for company.
She already knew what to expect when she opened it, but even then she still felt a bit ill at the sight of such a messy jumble of rice and vegetables with gobs of Kensuke’s cum and her own juices mixed into it. She never thought she’d miss Shinji’s cooking so much. He may be a spineless wimp but he certainly knew how to make bentos. Not jerking off on top of it was certainly a plus too.
Today’s lunch had been fermenting since yesterday, and it smelled as terrible as it looked. But knowing it was either this or starving Asuka broke apart her chopsticks to dig in. She lifted the first bite and a long string of nasty goo dangled down from it. God, if anyone saw her eating this … then she remembered a lot of people in school had seen her do worse things.
She cringed as she put the first bite in her mouth and just barely managed to not gag. At least fresh sperm was tolerable, still warm and gooey, but eating some rancid, dried-up spunk was enough to turn any food into shit.
Unsurprisingly, the taste was nothing too strange to her, given the gallons of the stuff she swallowed per week. She forced herself to gulp down the sickening mouthfuls almost without chewing.
“There you are. I was looking for you.”
She startled, whipping her head around to source of the voice, coughing up rice and veggies and cum.
It was only Musashi. His tanned features made her heart skip a beat and pussy moisten a bit.
Asuka cleared her throat. “I was busy helping out Katsuragi-san.” He probably knew she was lying but she didn’t care.
“Okay, well you’ve been busy a lot lately. You could at least call me. Anyways, I haven’t seen you much, so I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over after school.”
Asuka’s pussy twitched at the thought of it. Ever since Kensuke started whoring her out to pay rent she hadn’t had much time for Musashi, and his was one of the few cocks she actually wanted to fuck. The same cock that raped her and started her down this path. She’d been so innocent back then. So innocent--in body and mind--and so stupid. She should want him dead, preferably by her own hands, not want him to fuck her brains out.
And after spending a whole weekend with that psycho Mari and her dyke friend, she really needed it.
Before he could say anything else she quickly grabbed her empty bento and pushed herself off the ground. He grabbed her arm, as if to help her, but then suddenly his lips welded over hers.
She had no time to tell him what she’d been eating. No time to warm him of the cum she’d swallowed or the dicks she’d sucked, or all the humiliations heaped on her. She had no time for any of that, and somehow she wasn’t sure he would care. The way he kissed her was hungry, possessive, passionate. The only other person to ever kiss her like that was Mari.
When they finally broke off, Asuka’s knees were water and her stomach felt funny and for once it had nothing to do with her nasty food.
“Been wanting to do that for a while,” Musashi told her. “Watching you walk around … thinking of those guys fucking you …”
“It’s not because I want to,” Asuka insisted, her voice rising.
“Then why?”
“Did you become stupid all of a sudden?” Asuka wanted to slap him. “The only reason you even care is because now you have less time to fuck me like all those others guys. You are only jealous because they get to stick it in me more than you. I don’t need this crap. Not after what you did to me. This is all your fault.”
He said nothing to that. And what could he say? This was his fault as much as it was theirs.
Asuka turned away. “I’ll be busy after school. If you want to fuck, do it now.”
She really expected that he would. He had no reason not to. But rather than feeling his strong hands grabbing her waist, bending her over and flipping up her skirt, she heard his voice again.
“Don’t you ever get tired of that?”
“Says the guy who just asked me to meet him after school,” she retorted.
“It wasn’t for sex,” he said with an oddly shy look.
“What the hell for, then? What else do we have in common?” Asuka didn’t understand. If he was asking her out it was because he wanted sex, like all men who spoke to her these days. Besides fucking there really wasn’t any other reason for them to be together. “I told you, put it in now. I’m busy after school.” Reaching down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and shamelessly raised it, exposing her panty-less shaved cunt beneath. “This is what you want, isn’t it? It’s the only thing perverts like you ever want.”
He clenched his fists, and for a moment couldn’t tell if he really want to jump her and fuck her or if he wanted to beat her to a bloody pulp. When it became clear he lacked the balls to do either, Asuka snorted and pushed around him.
The bell rang just as she made it back to the classroom, which was good because then everyone would return to their desks and not try to talk to her. She just didn’t feel like dealing with anyone. She dropped her bento by her bag on the floor and sat. The other mostly ignored, with the exception of Hikari, who kept giving her an angry look. Asuka didn’t understand what she had to be angry about. Maybe if she put out more her monkey boyfriend could screw the smugness from her cunt instead of fucking Asuka. But no, she was just so uptight and proper, and probably still a virgin too. Asuka thought she might hate her friend for that.
Hikari had a thick bush, but her lips were thin and short and Asuka doubted they’d ever been penetrated by anything more significant than a finger. It was hard not to notice those kinds of things back when they showered together, when Asuka’s own cunt had been just a narrow pink slit as tight as the Class Rep’s. Now Asuka did everything possible to avoid the showers. She didn’t need other girls staring at her worn out privates … or her defiled nipples.
Hikari called to attention as the teacher entered, and they were all soon bored.
Asuka propped up an elbow on her desk to keep herself upright but even this small movement was enough to make her feel the hard rings under the think cotton fabric of the blouse. Mari had threatened that if she took them off the holes would close and she would need to be pierced again so she left them on, hoping to get used to them. It hadn’t happened yet, but she was noticing them less. Before just touching the swollen nubs would have caused her to squeal like a pig, and at home, when her chest and everything else was bared, she could almost forget about them as long as she didn’t look in the mirror. And she even liked the way they dangled beneath her when fucked on all fours.
Lying her head down on the desk, Asuka stared forward as the class dragged on. She’d rather be anywhere else, preferably somewhere naked and alone with Musashi. He always had a way of making her angry, but she missed their all night sex sessions. He could go on and on, thrusting into her, splitting her open.
Her face began warming, a flush appearing across her cheeks. A hand descended. It slipped inside the waistband of her jumper, fingers searching in the hot dark space below until they found her pussy. The inner lips, which now dangled far beyond the outer ones, were so large and wrinkled she actually had to search around for the slit and wiggle a finger in through the leaking meat flaps. Without panties, her juices flowed unchecked. There would be a wet spot when she got up. Since she was too loose to finger bang herself, Asuka settled with rubbing, gently grinding the palm of her hand back and forth, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.
It wasn’t enough to get her off--nevermind that she was still sitting in the middle of class--but it was better than nothing and made the afternoon more bearable. Her mind fogged, lust taking over the other senses. Her hand only moved faster, pressing harder. Masturbating in class … how could they not see? She wanted to scream it out and just rub off right then and there to her classmates shocked stares.
Hell, most of them had probably fucked her already, or seen the pics or the videos and they had all heard the rumors. Even Shinji. Probably. Asuka couldn’t know for sure; the two of them barely talked anymore ever since she was forced to move out. That was for the best, she thought. The less she saw or heard from him the less it would hurt.
She had two more clients after school, though only one paid. Asuka fucked him behind one of the school stairs without giving him a second look. All she did was bend over and let him put it in, and after a few minutes of thrusting his shot his seed into her depths. He was another virgin, she decided; only virgins came that quickly or with such stupid looks on their faces. Her second client really wasn’t but it was easier to think of him that way, and specially because it had been his geeky friend who first pimped her out to him over a game of basketball.
Rather than do it in some stairwell or bathroom stall at school, though, Toji Suzuhara went home with them. Asuka stripped naked as soon as she got in the door, like she was required to do by Kensuke’s rules, but it wasn’t long before the two boys followed suit.
The rest of the night was a haze of sex for the redheaded teen, which of course wasn’t unusual at all. While Musashi seemed to have become reluctant to fuck her, the monkey boy had become practically addicted to her pussy. He fucked her like a man possessed and in every position his perverted mind could think of, and when he got tired the otaku picked up the slack. Mostly the bespectacled boy focused on fucking her ass or making her give him blowjobs in between bouts of having her cunt pounded by Toji’s much larger dick.
For the most part Asuka just let them do what they wanted with her body, each orgasm bringing her closer to that moment when she was reduced to a mindless sex object that didn’t have to care about what happened to her.
*
Saturday morning found the teen redhead struggling to keep up as they weaved through the crowded train platform.
Kensuke led the way in front of her, but no one paid him any heed. By contrast, quite a few eyes looked at her with curiosity and some openly stared. She couldn’t blame them. The long brown coat the otaku had draped over her covered everything down to her calves, however it didn’t hide the fact that she was barefoot and appeared to have no arms.
Never one to miss a chance to tie her up, Kensuke had her fold her arms behind her back and used a length of rope to secure the wrists with the opposite elbow, rendering her hands completely useless. Another rope wrapped around her forearms, which were now parallel to each other. Then he put the coat on and buttoned it up. Other than the ropes she wore nothing underneath, though there was no way for those watching to know. People seemed to stare more at her lack of footwear than anything else. She’d begged him for a pair of shoes, but the otaku was adamant she go without.
Being half naked or totally naked outside was becoming a common thing, though not usually in situations quite like this. She still remembered when he made her run to the convenience store in the buff with cum hanging from her face. But that was in the middle of the night through empty streets. Now, here, in the middle of the crowd, Asuka didn’t know how she managed to even walk from the intense sense of shame. Her face felt so hot, as did her slowly leaking pussy.
Kensuke looked back with a smirk when he noticed she was lagging behind. “Come on, Red, we don’t want to miss our train.”
Trying to hurry she felt the rough concrete scrapping on her soles as she followed him closer, stumbling a bit before Kensuke caught her arm. Pulling her along, he quickly led her onto a train just before the doors closed.
“This is a bit too crowded.” He frowned. “Let’s go more towards the back.”
“W-whatever,” Asuka mumbled as he continued to guide her through the crowded train, having to hold her tightly now and then since she couldn’t grab the handrails or loops. The floor down the aisle was rubberized and quite sticky, and Asuka shuddered to think about the sort of grime she was walking on. When they finally reached the last car they found it emptier than the others but not quite. Kensuke moved her close to the back, past the other passengers, a few of whom started to look at her in a way that made her nervous.
“Ahhh….”
Asuka cried out in shock and almost fell when the train suddenly stopped. Thankfully Kensuke caught her yet again. She glared at the otaku but gave him a quick nod anyway. Standing there, she felt the floor vibrating beneath her feet as the train began moving again, the car rocking gently back and forth.
Kensuke maintained his grip on her elbow to help support her, and with his other hand holding an overhead rail she figured she was safe from him. But as they swayed and the coat shifted Asuka realized she wasn’t safe from the others around them. She tried to move back a little more, placing the otaku between her and the men who by now must have noticed something about her was odd.
Turning back around, she leaned in and whispered in Kensuke’s ear, “Hey, can we go sit somewhere? I don’t trust these guys.”
“Nah, you are fine standing,” he replied, though he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her.
Asuka gritted her teeth and silently cursed him, knowing there wasn’t much she could do. The scenery outside the window started to change, passing the more dense part of the city and moving into more open space with individual houses rather than big buildings.
Then she felt someone grab her rear.
To be honest, at first Asuka thought nothing of it. Her personal space had been robbed from her anyway. But after a few seconds she realized that it was the palm of the hand that was on her arse, cupping her cheek perfectly.
It pulled away only a moment later and she turned to look behind her. Two men sat on a bench, one was heavier with glasses, while the other was a bit more handsome looking. Frowning she studied them for a moment. Turning back she shuffled closer to Kensuke, hoping that was an isolated incident.
When the train rocked a short time later, she was once more pushed back towards the men. This time a hand groped her ass again and she tried to turn quickly. Her hair whipping around, but the handsome guy was reading a magazine, the other was tying his shoelaces. Focusing her glare on the fat guy, he glanced up at her quickly. His own face showing a frown at her look, so Asuka turned back around.
“Where are you going?”
Kensuke asked as she tried to shield herself more by moving around him. His hand squeezing her elbow and pushing her back a bit. Glaring at him she tried to move around him again, but he continued to press her back towards her previous spot.
“Come on idiot, someone’s groping me.”
She hissed into his ear but he just shrugged at her and turned to look out the window. Letting out a puff of air she stood her ground, trying to balance herself by spreading her legs a bit further apart. It helped to keep her from moving backwards but unfortunately it didn’t stop her molester.
This time the hand gave a squeeze. This one wasn't disguised. There was no ambiguity at all - it was a definite squeeze.
The train pulled up at a stop. The train stopped moving, and so did the hand. Asuka blushed again - had she imagined it all? The doors to the train slid open, and a few people squeezed off.
The hand again had cupped around her left cheek, and slowly but firmly clenched. Asuka gave a short, inaudible gasp, frozen to the spot. Her round, supple bum gave way to his squeeze like soft dough.
Whether he took her lack of movement as an OK, or was just very bold, Asuka couldn’t tell, but another squeeze came soon enough, and then another. By the time the train doors had slid shut and the train had started pulling out of the stop, the squeezes had merged together into a constant massage.
The hand gave a harder than usual squeeze, before drifting over to the redhead’s right cheek. It continued the massage, moving with the rhythmic sway of the train carriage.
Turning to look up at him, she saw it was the heavy glasses wearing guy. She was about to say something when he smiled and kneaded her ass, this time adding his second hand to the process. That broke her concentration for a moment allowing him to continue. When she tried to move away, he grabbed onto them and held her in place.
“Let go….”
Asuka stated hotly as she tried to get him to stop, but he just chuckled as he gave her ass a light slap. She bit her lip as she felt the blow, it wasn’t really painful but more a warning. Glancing at her geeky companion, she saw that the bastard wasn’t paying her any attention. Instead she was forced to endure this pervert’s molestation.
His hand rolled her buttocks around, squeezing them now and then. Even if he was a stranger, the sensations were starting to add to her simmering arousal. Asuka felt her pussy leaking a bit of her juices. That’s when she felt his hands moving upwards, as well as the bottom of the coat. Looking back up at him, she shook her head trying to get him to stop. He didn’t though as more cool air started to touch her overheated flesh.
His fingers lightly stroked against her swelling, bare ass cheeks. Hands no longer focused on an individual cheek, instead moving between them seamlessly, running a finger or two between the cheeks. The forefinger stroked over her exposed pussy, and the same with her anus, but only gently, hinting at more. Goosebumps flared up and down Asuka’s body, which was frozen still.
“Naughty girl…” The guy whispered under his breath. “Going around all naked and stuff. But I can’t complain - it's a nice piece of ass.”
Asuka moaned at his compliment as his hands cupped her bare ass. Red faced she looked around to see if anyone else could see them. Thankfully most people were paying attention to other things. The heavy set guy continued to rub her smooth asscheeks and squeeze them. Shivering she could do nothing to stop him really.
And as the train pulled into another stop, the hand ran it's finger around the entrance to the redhead’s wet hole, sending small sparks flitting through her body. As the doors slid open, the finger slid into her, slowly, taking it's time, testing all the pressure points, exploring all the way in.
Hormones and adrenaline rushed through Asuka’s body, an electric confusion between fear and primal pleasure. She let out an inaudible whimper as the finger rubbed over her G-spot.
The hand took the opportunity to push the finger in as far as it would go. Asuka’s pussy clenched around it and it hooked inwards, rubbing over her G-spot again. The middle finger found the redhead’s clit and a light spasm went through her body. The doors slid shut, and it drew out again, but pushed it back inwards as the train pulled off. Asuka gave out another whimper.
As before, the hand's movements corresponded perfectly with the rocking motion of the train. The train became one big instrument for Asuka’s pussy, one giant sex toy. Asuka was terrified, completely petrified, and yet her whole body was in ecstasy. She began to subconsciously grind on the finger with the sway of the train, slowly moving her hips around over it. The middle finger edged in, clearly straining at the tight angle. They moved as one, reaching every nook and cranny of the unprotected pussy.
The forefinger traced backwards slowly from her pussy, gently stroking the underside of her pelvis. It reached the bottom of naked ass crack and continued upwards, before slowly coming to rest of her hole. The finger was moist, and had left a wet trail across her perineum, and when it slowly pushed into her anus it gave it a tight squeeze.
Daggers of pleasure tore through her with each thrust of the fingers inside me, working together in each hole to squeeze out as much zest as was possible. Biting her lip was all Asuka could do to stop a moan from escaping.
“Oops, almost missed our stop,” Kensuke said and quickly stood up and walked towards the door, pulling the redhead after him. The man behind Asuka immediately jumped back and the backside of the redhead’s coat immediately fell down covering her bare behind.
It took all of Asuka’s self control to not start screaming at the four eyed geek. She was so close to cumming, damn him! Instead Asuka fixed her eyes straight ahead at the opened door, and took an unsteady step after Kensuke, trying to act like nothing had happened.
Her whole body was throbbing. Asuka was disappointed, hugely, but she was still glowing from the excitement and pleasure. She could feel how his fingers felt inside me, the naughtiness of it all. It took her whole self control to not spread her legs and beg that fat guy to hammer her pussy until she came. The pleasure ebbed away, but she lost herself in a trance of fantasy. Until another pull from the four-eyed geek came and she stepped through the open door.
The cool breeze felt even cooler on her flushed and excited flesh. She could feel her wet pussy spasm.
“He must be pretty good with his fingers to get you this excited, eh Red?” Kensuke laughed giving a light pat on Asuka’s coat covered bottom.
The redhead glared at him.
“You saw?!”
“Come on, Red. Anyone with a radius of ten feet could easily hear you, moaning and groaning. And I think even the driver could hear the wet sounds that your drooling cunt made while he fingerbanged you. My god it was loud.”
Asuka felt her cheeks burn from both anger and embarrassment.
“If you saw you should have stopped him! I can’t do shit with those ropes!”
“And ruin your little fun? You were clearly enjoying that guy’s attentions.” With those words Kensuke nonchalantly pulled the front of her coat up, exposing her completely bare pussy and brushing his fingertips across the fat lips of her labia. “See? Its like Niagara Falls down there!”
“Cover it up, retard!” Asuka hissed while struggling to get away from Kensuke’s hands. There was no one in front of them but she saw a couple heading towards them from behind.
Ignoring her, Kensuke ran a finger along the redhead‘s inner thigh, one side, then the other. Looking over her shoulder, Asuka wriggled her ass trying to get away from him but he lightly brushed the soaked pussy, then ran his fingers along her pelvis area. Another gust of cool breeze hit against Asuka‘s exposed flesh and the redhead heard herself whimpering as the otaku teased her again with the lightest touch. Finally when he stroked her clit ever so softly she felt a finger go inside her.
Despite herself, Asuka felt how her feet moved wider apart to give him the better access.
Kensuke chuckled quietly before quickly pulling it out and covering Asuka‘s front, just in time as the couple comprised of a girl and boy similar to their age passed them by.
For the fucks sake, Asuka thought angrily. Though she wasn’t sure what she was complaining about – that Kensuke started playing with her pussy openly in the busy street or that he didn’t finish the job.
“Come on, lets get moving, Red. Or we will never reach Mana’s place.” Kensuke let out another annoying as hell laugh.
With no other option left, fuming and frustrated Asuka followed after him.
To be continued...
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