Shy Perversion (DigitalSiren x Staine)

[Bunny]

Being painfully shy in a public setting was not fun, not that anyone would assume otherwise. It made life harder than it needed to be. Kiyoko couldn't help it though. She was in a new city, far from her parents, brother. Tokyo was much bigger than her hometown and she was a small fish in a big pond. That was how the saying went, wasn't it? Kiyoko had moved to Tokyo in hopes of getting a graphics designer job. She'd been the top of her class in college, but there were so many in her field that work was competitive. One rejection after another and on top of that, her personal life was non existent.

Oh, she could get dates, it wasn't as if she was unattractive, far from it, from what she understood. On the shorter side she was five three, but her body as one guy had cruelly said, was fuckable, it was a shame about her personality. It had cut to the bone, the comment. Kiyoko couldn't help it, really she couldn't. She clammed up when in public with strangers. Though, it did nothing for her own personal desires. Shy to a fault, Kiyoko was a horny little thing and her desires? They ran darker. It wasn't as if she really wanted her fantasies... no that would be terrifying. Yet a part of her couldn't help her perverse desires. They ran just shy of rape and sometimes, just sometimes, they fell into that category.

Maybe it was what led her to create a twitter account... she just wanted a way to share the perverse side of mind with anonymity. She might have died of embarrassment had anyone she knew found out about the twisted things she masturbated to. More than just that, Kiyoko wanted to feel good about herself. To not be such a sacred little mouse... and without having to look at anyone face to face she could be more of herself than ever before. That didn't mean that Kiyoko was willing to just jump straight in. Her first post was more of a tease than anything, almost positive she wouldn't get any answers. Why would anyone look twice at her?

The shot had been taken with her shirt raised. Her nipples were not visible, just the underside of her breasts, the slenderness of her waist and the top of her shorts and a tiny black tattoo along her pale skin. It felt sexy, but she wasn't showing everything at once. She'd meant it as a tease, a way to get her feet wet.. she'd posted it and blushed.

Never done this before, a bit shy... but if you like it, leave a comment~ ^_~ Can't wait to hear from you. ♡

It was less than twenty-four hours and her picture had nearly a thousands comments and she'd gained close to five hundred followers. The responses were mostly all male and they were all horny, desperate. Kiyoko didn't mind, she'd put the image out there to tempt. Not to mention the comments were all flattering, if not pushy for more. Over the next few days, the images had slowly ramped up. The next image was of her bra and panties. They'd begged to see her nipples and being the tease it seemed she was, she'd shown them one in her third tweet. Her fourth she'd been braver and shown both. Never did she show her face and that was a decision she'd decided to never change. The most recent tweet was more than just a still image, she'd decided to slowly pull her tip up, her breasts slowly lifting with the fabric before bouncing free.

This all led to her deciding to share a fantasy.

If I get on the train today and meet a molester... He will massage boobs the the entire time. I'd probably be scared, but I should feel good..

The image had made her squirm as she'd written and and she'd thought nothing of it as her day ended and she boarded the train like normal. Her outfit was simple, a pretty red sundress and a pair of white heels. Her long hair falling freely around her shoulders in soft waves.

 

[Staine]

Tatsuo Stretched as he walked through the door, just another day in Tokyo working his ass off at the graphic's design firm he worked at. It wasn't like it was unsatisfying, but it was a position given to him by his father. He'd studied for it, he knew the ins and outs of the business and had moved to Tokyo specifically because his father had needed somebody he could trust to run this branch, he'd had to leave his friends behind, his whole life...and while he felt he was doing a great job something in his life felt missing. Unfulfilled. Day in and day out he would go to work, sit behind his desk and in meetings, ensuring that the company was ran to his father's specifications and that nothing that could blemish the family name happened under his watch but was this all there was to life? Being successful and rich wasn't his only goal, what about the tales of love he'd often read about as a child, seen in his favourite shows and anime as he'd grown up? He often remembered the scorn his father had for such things, citing them as childish and eventually had to hide that he was even watching them. Going to college had helped, he'd been able to indulge himself there in both the more innocent things he enjoyed and in the girls...but nobody had ever really come close to being what he wanted, what he needed.

He didn't just want mindless, vanilla sex...he liked danger, excitement...he wanted kinks. That didn't go hand in hand with finding a long term relationship, the perverted girls didn't seem to be the ones that liked to stick around, was it too much to ask to find a young, beautiful girl with an air of excitement and danger around her, kinky but shy? One that he could be himself with but could also love, cuddle, teach? Stripping down and into some more comfortable slacks, throwing his business suit into the laundry hamper, he collapsed back onto his bed. Such girls were meant to exist but he doubted he would ever find one.

The evening was mostly spent browsing twitter, looking to see if there was anything interesting, a girl he could flirt with. Flicking through them, typing in different keywords into the search bar until he typed the word 'virgin'. The picture he was greeted with on one of the newest accounts wasn't exactly thrilling at first glance, it was cute and the girl was clearly shy, just his type, but that shyness hadn't really led to much other than a shot of her breasts, mostly covered...except for that tattoo. He paused as he looked at it. He remembered his friend, Jin, and how he'd once complained to him after his sister had gotten a tattoo, even sent him the picture while he vented about a year ago. Tasuo scrolled through his old messages until he found it. Identical...even the size was the same. Chuckling, he sent a message to his friend, asking him about her while he went back to the tweets and left a comment.

Very nice, are you going to show us more or keep us waiting?

It felt weird, knowing who it was, and yet...he remembered seeing her in person a few times. Shy, cute...was this really her? Over the next few days he saw more on the page, his comments getting lost amongst the rest while Jin had responded to his tweet and mentioned she had moved to Tokyo too, that she lived in a nearby district. She was even looking to be a graphic designer...he remembered she had shown interest in it but he'd been mostly busy with his own education and they had never actually spoken. It had been years since he moved away too, she wouldn't even recognise him! He made a habit of checking her tweets, and it was only a week or so before he saw something different, just words.

If I get on a train today and meet a molester...he will massage my breasts the entire time. I'd probably be scared, but I should feel good...

Tatsuo chuckled as he read it, a wicked idea coming to mind as he sent a reply back immediately.

It's better if you don't tweet this kind of fantasy out in public you know.

He knew where she lived, it didn't take him long to dress up in a dark hooded top with his black slacks and some designer shades and to wait by the train closest to where she lived, and just wait. He called in that he would be coming in late that day...it was good to be the boss after all...and when he saw her approaching in her sundress he couldn't help but smirk as he got in the queue behind her, boarding the train. It was packed, there was barely any room to move at all as the bodies were all pressed together...which was perfect as he followed her onto it. Pressing behind her he was sure it would mostly feel just like normal, just another stranger with no room and thankfully she was close to the wall, near the window, facing it. Nobody would see, nobody would even look. Grinning, he slid his hands up, cupping her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he growled in her ear, though he didn't speak a word. He wanted to see how she would react, what she would do, as he let his hands fall, gliding down her body, pulling them behind her and slipping the metal handcuffs around them before his hands were back exactly where she'd said they would be.

This was going to be fun.

 

[Bunny]

It had been comments that had slowly encouraged her to show more and more and while she took the pictures or even the one video her heart had raced. The idea of strangers looking at her pictures, touching themselves as they dreamed about her.. It aroused Kiyoko. There were many nights after she'd taken a new picture, and read the comments... touching herself hadn't seemed so bad. It had made her horny and she would lay panting in her bed after a release wondering if there was something wrong with her. Yet, the very next day, a new picture was taken and the cycle continued. For almost two weeks, before she decided to write out a fantasy that revolved around the men commenting on her pictures.

The moment she posted she'd wondered if it had been a good idea... yet the idea of someone touching her, on a crowded train... Goodness, it had made her cum so hard. She'd been panting on top of her sheets when she'd heard the chirp of her phone. Rolling over she'd read the message and frowned. It was no worse than her pictures and though she'd wondered about posting it, the message annoyed her a little. It wasn't like she meant it...

The next morning the tweet forgotten she'd gotten ready and headed out. No work today, she was going to treat herself, she'd decided. Go shopping in some of the more well known areas of Tokyo. Kiyoko had known the train would be packed, but she didn't mind, it was just one of those things you had to deal with. It wasn't until the trains started moving and the city sped by that she remembered her tweet.

Ha, not like it's going to happen..

A body brushed up against her own and she moved a little to give them more room.. The body followed her and Kiyoko frowned and then arms were around her, hands cupping her breasts. Kiyoko froze and blinked. What was happening? Her mind blanked and for a moment she didn't move. A if slowly waking up she moved, her hands rising to push the hands roughly groping her. He caught her hands though as they rose and she found both of her hands behind her back before she could blink and the coldness of handcuffs.

A small spike of fear went through her, followed by another feeling... excitement and surprise at her own reaction.

Struggling a little, Kiyoko knew she could call for help.. yet.. she didn't.

 

[Staine]

This was the moment of truth for Tatsuo, and it was such a risk. If she screamed, if she called out then maybe he could back off, lose himself in the crowd. His hood hid his face and there were no cameras that he knew of on the train but it only took one person to realise what was happening as he guided her closer to the wall, where nobody would see, using the pack of bodies to his advantage. In Tokyo, everybody was so concerned with their own little lives that they wouldn't look, wouldn't see unless she made a noise loud enough to carry over the noises the throng of passengers made regularly, the chatter, the sound of the train as it moved, the announcements. The girl remained silent...and he grinned, capturing her wrists as they had come up to defend herself after what felt like an eternity of just...stillness. He'd cuffed her, the soft click of the metal around her wrists. The key was still in them...he had spares too in case they fell out but he hadn't felt the need to remove them and he wondered if she would even notice that, would she realise she could uncuff herself quite easily or would she panic and freeze up again as he had his way with her.

Kiyoko was just too tempting, the thrill of getting caught too enticing...he could almost imagine his father's shame as his hands travelled back up her body and found her breasts again, as he groped them roughly and freely among all the passengers of the train, waiting for her to say something, make a noise, anything...and she didn't. Emboldened by his success he started to tug her sundress down a little, eyes on the other passengers. Nobody looking, nobody would...busy with their phones and she was almost pressed against the glass, a welcome sight for anybody who glanced towards the train as it raced along the tracks. Slowly but surely he revealed her tits, pulled her bra straps down too, baring them as his hands glided back up to cup them. Fingers found her nipples, tweaking gently at first to get that reaction. In her comments she had said she touched herself like this, her breasts were sensitive, her nipples...she had masturbated to their comments, to all the attention she had received from her illicit pictures.

Harder. He tugged roughly one one nipple as he recalled how she had detailed her techniques, the way she used her fingers while reading what all the commenters wanted to do to her, their dirty little fantasies. He wondered what they would do to be in his position as his hardness pressed against her rear, unmistakable in what it was, a soft growl of lust in her ear as he became rougher, twister her right nipple sharply. Lotion...she often used lotion too, and he had that in his pocket. Reaching down for it, he smirked as he took a small detour. His lifted the hem of her dress, both hands finding opposite ends of her panties, thumbs hooking in the waistband. "I warned you, didn't I? You really shouldn't write such fantasies in public...you never know what might happen." His voice was low, barely a whisper but his lips were by her ear as he tugged her panties down to her thighs. His fingers grazed up along her outer thighs as he brought them back up, letting her dress fall. Oh he was tempted to look, more than tempted to touch...but that wasn't her fantasy. He was here on a mission of philanthropy...sure he got something out of this, that was clear...but these were her fantasies, he was just giving her a hand or two, letting her see what it would really be like as his hands returned to her breasts.

 

[Bunny]

I should call out..

The thought lingered in her mind. She should scream, call out.. struggle.. Anything.. Yet she didn't. She didn't even struggle, fight as his large hands cupping her breasts. Kneading at her breasts. She'd written back to her commenters about how sensitive her breasts were. It hadn't seemed like there was any harm at the time. She would never meet the men she talked to. They'd never touch her. It was just another harmless way for her to indulge in her perverted desires. It wasn't real life, it was just text on a screen...

She didn't even think about the cuffs, hell she hadn't even tried to fight against them. It was happening just like it had in her fantasy. Heart racing she bit back a small whimper. This isn't really happening. The thought came as she felt the top of her sundress give under the tugging of her assailant's hands. People were going to see! Yet she felt the fabric slowly pull against her soft skin, catch a touch on her nipples and then slide free of them.

Warm air brushed her breasts and despite herself, her nipples were hard. A clear indication that she was enjoying this. No word of protest left her, not even as his fingers found her nipples. Toying with them she gasped, biting her lower lip hard. Shaking her head some, Kiyoko still tried to spur herself into some action, rather than just letting him touch her. The fear was still there, the shock.. but the rising arousal made her blush. It was shameful to be so aroused by this!

The rough tug on her nipple made a soft sound slip from her throat, though her lips denied the release. A cry... of pleasure. Her cheeks burned and she whimpered softly as she felt him press against her rear. She could feel his arousal, his need. Kiyoko found that it didn't scare her... it made her horny. "Please.." She couldn't help herself as she pressed back against him just a little. There was something seriously wrong with her... The growl went through her like lightning.

"I warned you, didn't I? You really shouldn't write such fantasies in public...you never know what might happen."

She'd felt his hands hook into her panties and she gave a soft gasp. It was him. Kiyoko remembered her annoyance at him for the comment. Yet.. here he was.. making her fantasy come true. It was so wrong. She knew it was wrong, but she felt a little safer, as fucked up as that was, that it was him. Her panties were tugged down and now she could feel air against her pussy and she whimpered again.

Those devious hands cupped her breasts again and Kiyoko closed her eyes for a moment. She was a dirty little pervert... Her family would die of shame to know this is what she fantasized about... Yet, she could feel herself growing wet between her thighs, she could feel how hard her nipples were.

 

[Staine]

Tatsuo was quickly growing in confidence the longer this went on without her calling out for help. It was the first time he'd every done something like this...oh he'd had his fantasies, of course he had...fantasies of power, control, Kiyoko wasn't the only person to have rape fantasies, she wasn't the first and she certainly wouldn't be the last. Tatsuo had these since he was much younger, a little younger than she was know, getting off to thoughts of taking a girl much like Kiyoko without consent, forcing her to pleasure him...but he wasn't a monster. He wasn't going to ruin somebodies life just to get off so he had learned to temper himself and found that there were other things he could do. BDSM, powerplay...some even liked to pretend that they were being raped, consensual non-consent they called it, and it had sated him for so long but something about it just missed the mark.

But not this.

This was perfect. Kiyoko had not consented...she actually hadn't said a word beyond her perverted tweets and yet he had her breasts in the palm of his hand, he twisted the nipple sharply again, smirking at the noise it made. If anything this was better than real rape...because he knew she wanted it too, yet at the same time she didn't...he was fulfilling two fantasies at the same time, his and hers. The soft word was spoken, the only word she had manged, a desperate please, but for what? Did she want him to stop? Did she want him to continue? This was the danger in the game that Tatsuo was playing; if she told him to stop, he would have to gauge whether she really meant it or not, gauge it by her reactions, her tone, her responses to his touches. Right now he knew she didn't really want him to stop...and at the same time she kind of did. How could that not be incredibly hot? A whimper as he had pulled down her panties and his hands had come back up to her breasts.

"Please? Well, if you're going to beg for it..." Raising his eyes upwards just slightly as he looked over her shoulder with his head angled down so that his face was obscured, he could see her in the reflection of the window and he knew that meant she would be able to see herself too. Bare-breasted on the train in the middle of all these people, panties around her thighs as he roughly massaged her breasts. "What are you going to do to stop me? Dirty little pervert...tell me you don't like this." One hand reached down to his pocket to grab the lotion he'd brought, bringing it up, unscrewing the cap with one hand and holding it in front of her so she could see it before letting it drizzle down onto her breasts. Pressing his hardness against her from behind he still whispered in her ear. "You can't, can you? You can't deny that this is exactly what you crave...Kiyoko." As he pocketed the bottle he had a smirk playing on his lips. He'd said it...said her name. She knew that he knew now...something she hadn't dared put on her twitter profile. Would she think he was a hacker? Would she realise he was somebody she had met once? His hands came back up to her breasts, massaging the oil into her, more roughly, twisting her nipples then tweaking them gently, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs, so stiff, so hard, a pure sign of her arousal. Would she cum just from this? Would she be able to, or was he going to leave her desperate and horny? There were ten more minutes until the train would pull into the town...and he planned to use almost all of them before releasing his fun new toy.

 

[Bunny]

Confusion ran rampant through Kiyoko's mind. She knew she should call out. Knew that what he was doing to her was wrong. Yet, it excited her.. Kiyoko knew it, felt it. The battle between the desire and the act coming to a head and in the end, desire was winning out. She didn't know the man, but he seemed to know her, at least her Twitter account. Knew her fantasy. It wasn't as if she hadn't... asked. Cheeks burning she could see his hands in the reflection of the glass.. her bare breasts cupped his fingers twisting, pulling her sensitive nipples. Every touch sent a shock of pleasure through her like a lightning rod. A desperate need building between her thighs, an ache so sweet that normally, at home she'd have slacked most eagerly. Writhing on her bed as she thought of this sort of scenario.

The whimpered please had come unbidden and even Kiyoko didn't know what she was asking him. Please stop? Please, more? Both, neither. His words purred into her ear and they did nothing to ease her building lust. Dirty little pervert. Yes, yes she was.. The words drew a soft, needy sound from her throat, eyes closing for a moment. She couldn't answer his question, not without lying. She didn't just like this, she loved it. So wrong, but she could feel the slickness building between her thighs. A thought popped into her mind, the fantasy altering.

His hand moving to that very visible bulge. Pulling himself free and sliding himself into her dripping cunt. No longer just molesting her, but raping her.

She didn't want to be raped of course, but the image came into focus strongly. Him taking her virginity and leaving her filled with his seed after he was done using her. Trembling, her hands flexed behind her back, as she saw the bottle of lotion. She watched as the oil fell from the spout, drizzling onto her breasts. Whimpering as his hands rose to her breasts, massaging the now slippery flesh in his hands.. However, Kiyoko had frozen, her body stiffening. He'd said her.. name? The fear that had been there, so low it had been barely noticeable anymore, flared to life.

"Stop." her voice trembled and she began to earnestly struggle. How did he know her name? Did.. she know him? No... she couldn't. A stalker? Hacker? Whatever, however, he knew her name shattered her fantasy for the moment. They were no longer strangers. "Stop." The word repeated firmly.

 

[Staine]

What was she thinking? There were soft shudders, shivers beneath his touch as Tatsuo manipulated her breasts, played with her nipples, skilled fingers tweaking and twisting to find her responses. He wanted to learn her buttons, he wanted to have her writhing for him...and he had to admit that following his own set of rules for this made it so much more fun. It was like a game to him at that point...she had set the rules with her little fantasy post, play with her breasts. The cuffs...those were a tool to aid him, to stop her resistance, make her feel powerless. Was she powerless? No...she had all the power even if she didn't realise it. He wanted her to feel out of control while still having it, the power to stop it...he didn't see himself as a rapist or a molester, not truly, even as he quite literally molested her in the middle of the crowded train.

He could see the blush on her cheeks, bright red, crystal clear in the reflection of the glass. Was she thinking only of his hands or had she considered that anybody looking in could see her? Anybody around them could look. She had to be aware...he too was feeling the thrill of that, the danger of being caught as he chuckled at the long, keening sound she made. "Getting desperate? I should have known...I've seen what you write, what you answer to all the horny boys you show off to...you want this...you need this. It's all you think about at night, isn't it?" He wondered how wet she was; oh there was no doubt in his mind that she was aroused, he could almost picture her juices running down her thighs, slippery, waiting for his touch, a touch that was never going to come. Even if she begged for it now, she'd already set the parameters, the most he'd been willing to do was to expose her dripping cunt to the open air, to tug her panties down just a little.

He chuckled as he heard her tell him to stop. This was the dangerous part...he didn't want to stop, not until they reached their destination, and he chose to ignore the word for now, listening carefully to her tone, groping her and twisting both nipples sharply, pinching them painfully as she started to struggle. "No." A simple word, but he didn't think she actually wanted him to stop then...not until she said it again, less tremble in her voice, more certainty. He froze...his hands had just cupped her breasts again, the lotion making them slick and slippery to the touch, a firm squeeze as he watched in the reflection...

He stopped. He didn't make a sound...disappointed, maybe a little, but she'd made up her mind. Maybe he shouldn't have said her name? His hands quickly retreated, down to her thighs, tugging her panties back up. He took just a moment to brush his fingers on the inside of them, smirking as he felt the moisture there clinging to his fingertips. Finally, he turned the keys in the cuffs, pulled them away from her and then moved back, losing himself in the throng of passengers. It wasn't hard to get away, through to the next carriage, and just wait for the train to stop.

 

[Bunny]

There was a difference between what she did to herself and what this stranger, Perverted Desires, was doing to her. His fingers moved without hesitation, touching her exactly as she touched herself.. It wasn't as surprising, she hadn't hid what got her off... hell, she'd been asked and she'd gone into detail, picturing something very much like what was currently happening. Sensitive as her nipples were when she touched them, it was nothing compared to his touching. Her cheeks burned still, as she wondered if anyone saw what he was doing to her.. Or how her cheeks flamed, how hard her nipples were from his teasing.

She might not have asked him to stop, had he not said her name. Shy Perversion would have been acceptable, though even then, she had wondered how he found her. But lost in the fantasy she'd dreamt up, Kiyoko hadn't wanted to think too hard about it. Yet Perverted Desires knew her real name. The fear ate at the fantasy until she was left scared only. At first, he hadn't seemed willing to listen to her, even as she struggled. Still thinking that this was their dirty little game. It wasn't until she told him to stop with more force that his hands stilled, still cupping her slick breasts.

As if they'd never been there, his hands slipped from her breasts, moving to pulling her panties up. Kiyoko felt the slight hesitation when his fingers brushed against her thigh. They both knew how she'd been enjoying herself then. His fingers had touched the proof of her arousal. Then suddenly her hands were free. Pulling her sundress back up she spun, looking for him. He'd vanished though, into the crowd.

The rest of the day she was on edge. Truly and thoroughly freaked. The next few days she didn't post on her Twitter account, fighting with her fears. Yet in the end, the fear lost out to her own horniness. She started back with pictures, teasing and full on images much like before, though she never included her face. Even if he knew who she was, the others didn't need to know. The first was almost a full body, while it didn't quite show anything, she thought it was sexy. The next had her in panties and a hoodie, pulling it up far enough to show her breasts and the panties low enough to show she was smooth. The same day she posted a similar picture, though fully covered. The most recent, she'd gone a bit further. Her breasts were bare, but she could be seen drooling onto her pale creamy flesh.

The whole time she had considered the fantasy she'd put out there. What had occurred. She'd been ashamed that she'd touched herself that very night to the memory... The fear had forced her to end it, but she still couldn't resist. Every night since she'd come panting in her bed, fingers slick from the memory. She knew exactly what she wanted..

She wanted more.

I went to a club tonight... I was in the bathroom when a man slipped in behind me. He pushed me against the wall.. His hands moving all over my body.. My breasts, so sensitive.. He even touched my virgin slit.. I couldn't help myself.. I came, moaning like the little perverted slut I am.

He was the first to ever touch me quite like that.. Could he tell that I was a virgin?

She'd bought a dress for the occasion. Kiyoko didn't go to clubs often, despite the Tweet. A little white dress that would cling to her curves, bared her back, showed a bit of side boob and was short. She'd even bought a pair of shoes for the occasion. It was kind of like a date, wasn't it? Silly as it was she sort of knew who might answer the fantasy..

Music pounded around her as she sipped her drink. It was helping with her nerves. She wanted to be sure if he was here, he'd see her before she made her way to the bathroom. She'd wait almost an hour before slipping away. The bathroom had several stalls, each fully enclosed. No one else was there for the moment and she slipped past the door, heart racing.

 

[Staine]

Tatsuo's hands were still slippery, mostly from the lotion he'd applied to her breasts as he'd molested her. His heart was racing, he was hard beneath his trousers...he felt alive. Such a rush...this was the kind of excitement he'd been missing in his life and he loved it, he wanted more, needed more. It was such a pity that she had stopped their little game, really, and he wondered if he had surprised her. Not at first when he'd come up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts, no, he knew that had surprised her, but when she had told him to stop the second time, when her tone had made it clear that this wasn't just shyness and morality making her want the game to end. Had she known he would stop? Had she feared he wouldn't? For a brief moment he had cursed his own twisted sense of right and wrong; why was it okay for him to molest her quite clearly without consent but not to continue after she said no? Only a mind like his could see the two and not think they were the same but deep down he knew they weren't, not for him. For Tatsuo, this was something she should want, he knew she was too shy, to afraid to ever seek it out herself.

He just shouldn't have said her name.

That had been what had done it, he was sure of it. As the train had come to a stop he had slipped out and hired a taxi back to his offices. He had a spare change of clothes there and finished the day out as he normally would, including going home and doing his usual routine, though he was far hornier, and far less sated by it than he usually was. She didn't post...and without that he felt kind of empty, none of the other girls he found trying their hand at a little exhibitionism on the internet would do, he'd wanted to see her reaction. The next few days passed in the same vein, he checked perhaps every other hour to see if there was anything from her, a picture, a comment reply...but nothing, for three whole days. When she did finally put something up it was just another picture. He touched himself to it that night, hand around his thick member as he came with her on his mind, with that picture on his screen and memories of touching her on the train. Things seemed to go back to normal, right up until he'd just got back from work over a week after he'd found her on the train and there was a new tweet. No picture, just words. He grinned to himself as he read it, and he wondered just what he should wear as he keyed in a quick comment.

You can't say you weren't warned about this. Dirty little perverts get what they deserve...what they need...exactly as they should.

In the end he chose a suit, since it wasn't like he didn't have plenty of them, something a little sharper though he paired it with a black shirt with no tie and a pair of shades he'd bought on a whim once. He couldn't resist the tint of pink that contrasted his entire outfit, and he knew it would hide his eyes. Even if she'd seen him before...she wouldn't recognise him. This one would be risky...he couldn't wear a hood to a nightclub, he didn't want to wear a stupid hat and to make her dreams come true he couldn't hide his face completely, nor did he want to. Not knowing which nightclub she would go to, this time he followed her from her home...it felt somehow even more illicit as he watched her from as close as he dared, which wasn't very close at all, waiting till she was in before slipping the doorman a decent amount of cash to let him in too. Standing back as she bought her drink, he busied himself by finding the manager in his own booth. Without ever taking his eyes off her, he made a deal with the man. Money could buy a lot of things in Tokyo...and that was something Tatsuo had more than enough of.

It took her a while, perhaps building up courage before she finally slipped into the bathroom. There was a reason it was empty...one of the doormen had been called in to watch the bathroom, turning people away and instructed to let Kiyoko, and Tatsuo, in whenever they pleased without question. Tatsuo gave the man a nod as he passed him and slipped into the bathroom behind her and closed the door. Before she could turn he was on her, an arm around her chest pulling her tight against him and one on her waist. Firmly but with a strange gentleness behind it he turned her round to face the door they had just come in through, seeing her face in the mirrors above the sinks before he pressed her against it, a soft growl of arousal in her ear. Again, like the first time, he chose not to say a word at first, pulling her wrists back down. The cuffs he used this time were leather, softer...she could struggle more in them without hurting herself and he knew he would have time to unbuckle them later on. Once her wrists were secured, he moved back just a little, grabbing her hair in one hand and pulling her back with him while his other started pulling her dress straps down, leaving her breasts completely exposed before the same hand gripped one roughly.

 

[Bunny]

You can't say you weren't warned about this. Dirty little perverts get what they deserve...what they need...exactly as they should.

The message had come across as she'd been getting ready. Kiyoko could feel the butterflies in her stomach, dancing nervously. She had a better idea of what to expect, but it still made her anxious. The fact that he'd known her name had been somehow so much worse than him finding her from Twitter alone. Kiyoko couldn't dismiss how those fifteen minutes had made her feel before fear set in. How aroused she had been. A stranger touching her, molesting her. It had been a fantasy shared with her followers and one of them had taken it upon himself to indulge that fantasy.. It had almost been like she'd consented to it. This time? She had for sure. He had answered just like he had before and she knew he'd show up.

Finding it odd no one was in the bathroom, she'd frowned slightly. She hadn't been watching the bathroom, so Kiyoko didn't know that he'd paid for them to have their privacy. The door opened again and the dim music that had been playing grew in volume. It swung close, muffling the song again and before she could turn Kiyoko found an arm around her, just under her breasts, the other around her waist. Turned to face the door, Kiyoko was pressed to the door. Her heart raced as she tried to remember his face. He was taller than her, had handsome features, at least she thought so. His face had been a blur. The growl made her whimper, but there was no fear in this sound.

Hands pulled her wrists behind her back and rather than the cold kiss of metal she felt the warmth of leather cuffs as he secured her wrists. Secured, she struggled a little, unable to help it. Kiyoko found her wrists were quite secure and then the hand slipped into her hair. A gasp, eyes closing as he pulled her backwards by her hair, his other hand pulling at the top of her dress, the straps falling, only further binding her. His hand moved to her exposed breasts and she moaned. Most of her reactions to him, to this little fantasy came unbidden and she felt her cheeks heat.

She'd asked for this.. It aroused her and she felt shame for being such a perverted little slut that this was what she'd desired.

 

[Staine]

For the second time Tatsuo found that Kiyoko seemed to relish his touch, craved it even. She had to, right? She had posted another fantasy, after last time. She could have done anything instead, she could have private messaged him to tell him she didn't want it again, she had no way of knowing if it would work but he had left her alone when she had told him to, had he not? He would have respected such a messsage...she could have kept her fantasies to herself too...but no, this shy little pervert had decided to put that message up. Tatsuo knew she wasn't a fool...he'd talked to her brother again, she did well in school, she wanted to be a graphic designer even...she knew what she was doing when she had posted. Even the place she had come, the slender, form fitting dress she was wearing...it all seemed like it was planned, like they were on a date.

She'd whimpered, tested the cuffs as she pulled at her wrists and struggled just a little more as he had pulled the straps of her dress down, further restraining her arms. It didn't matter...she wasn't going to be able to get away with the cuffs alone. Pressing her back against the door, he held her there with his own body, rock hard again as he grinded himself against her a little and his hands came down to find her panties. "Does this make you wet again, you perverted little slut? Is that why you decided to post another fantasy?" His voice was little more than a low growl, he could be louder now they weren't on a train...he even wondered if the doorman protecting them from random patrons of the nightclub could hear? If he could, Tatsuo didn't care. "I remember how slick your thighs were on the train...have you thought about me often since then?" Her panties were around those thighs again but his hands slid back up to her breasts. He had time, he wasn't on as small of a clock this time, he had more freedom, he had the whole bathroom. Massaging them, twisting both nipples much more sharply than he did on the train...he wanted to hear the noises she could make when not in public.

"Should I take a look, my little pervert? Should I lift this dress?" His hand wend down as he started to inch it up little by little, pulling the dress up. He wanted to reveal her body to the cool air, he would leave it bunched around her waist but her ass and pussy exposed, leave her tits exposed...Kiyoko would be as good as bare and ready for him to toy with. "Think I should take a peek...or should I keep my eyes up here, hmm?" Eventually just that was achieved, the dress bunched around her waist and his hand went back down to her thigh, gliding to the inner part to feel her wetness there, fingertips finding it a couple of inches below her pussy. He could feel the heat from her already. "Oh my...are you that much of a horny little slut that being molested against your will has you running down your thighs?" His other hand was still on her right breast, roughly squeezing, massaging. He knew her habits well, she hadn't been shy about answering people on twitter...he knew what she liked. "Maybe a little higher..." He inched his hand up a little, still not touching her, only threatening to. He wondered if she would say anything...or if she would only react.

 

[Bunny]

Craving his touch wasn't far from the truth. It was a mix of the stranger who she didn't know touching her, the thrill of perhaps getting caught and the biggest draw was just how wrong it all was. It had been why she'd posted another fantasy. When he had answered, it had made her heart race, had made her squirm in her seat, knowing what would come from her dirty little fantasy. Why had she asked for something else? There were a few reasons. The largest though had been how he'd respected her no. Kiyoko didn't imagine he'd been thrilled by it, but he'd backed off, had even helped her a touch with some of what he'd done, by pulling her panties back up. He could have pushed it further, truly ignored her wishes, but he hadn't. He had scared her, yes... but he had also aroused her. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, even with her fear, her shame.

There was little doubt in her mind that she was a touch broken to offer another meeting, more than that though, how she'd viewed it. Like a date of sorts... Yet, she'd come, dressed up nice, even wore some pretty panties. She had expected him, so why not? Pressed to the cool wood of the door she struggled against her bonds, though she could tell she wouldn't be getting free without help, but part of the fun was a bit of the struggle.

Her mysterious mystery man pressed himself against her, and she could feel his own excitement. It made Kiyoko feel better, just a touch, about her own desires if he was enjoying this just as much. Fingers slowly pulled at the lace and strings of her panties, tugging them down once more. His words made her tremble and her cheeks burn. That shame would never be far away and he seemed to delight in reminding her what she was. Kiyoko might have protested, if it wasn't true.

Panties pushed down her thighs again, he questioned her and she whimpered softly, it took her a moment, but she nodded, her voice breathy. "Yes." His hands had slid back to her breasts, cupping them, kneading them and then his fingers gave her nipples a pull and she cried out, she tried to muffle the noise, though not by much, her cheeks burning. "H.. Ha.. Have you?" The question came from her, her stuttering from nerves. Kiyoko couldn't help but wonder if he'd enjoyed himself the same way she had.

Slowly he pulled her dress up, while questioning if he should look for himself. Eyes closed, she breathed quicker, unable to help her excitement. Hell.. even if she could, she wouldn't. She could feel the cool air touching her skin, inch by inch until her dress was around her waist, her body exposed fully... Or at least the fun parts. His fingers slipped between her thighs, fingers rising along the silken skin of her inner thigh until he reached what he sought. Biting her lower lip, she shook her head no, but they both knew the lie for what it was. Her breath was coming quicker as he ran his fingers further up, his other hand roughly groping her breast.

"Please" There was little doubt that the word was a request to stop.. it was dripping with her need.

 

[Staine]

Tatsuo had grinned wickedly as he'd heard the single word spill from her lips. Yes. Just one syllable, it wasn't particularly an arousing word normally but to hear it now, in response to his question sent a thrill racing through him, the kind of thrill he'd felt on the train. When she had told him no back then he'd been disappointed, he'd had to pull back, to release her and he'd wondered if he'd gone too far. Was she having regrets? While at first she had seemed to enjoy his touch even if it hadn't been truly consented to, just a fantasy told to a thousand strangers that one had taken it upon himself to enact for her...but being told no had been a struggle. To hear that she hadn't, even if he didn't know the real reason behind the no that night, it was perfect. He kissed her shoulder as he had worked her dress up to around her waist, a soft growl of approval in her ear as he pressed her against the door.

"Dirty slut...admitting to a stranger that you're wet just at the thought of being molested in the bathroom...cuffed, no way to escape my touch...what would your parents think? What would your brother think?" His hand was slowly trailing back down her body at the time, freezing as it got to her thighs and she did something that truly surprised him. She asked him a question of her own. He chuckled, then he nodded slowly. He knew she might not be able to see him, so on top of that he spoke himself. "Of course I have. Every night since then I hold my cock in my hand and stroke it, thinking of you, molesting you in that train. What if somebody had looked? What if they had seen? Such a little pervert, with such deviant fantasies. That's what you are..." His other hand still on her breast twisted one of her nipples roughly. "Isn't it? Tell me the truth, tell me you're a pervert." That was all he wanted to hear. The odd word every now and then was perfect, but he didn't need a conversation with her, not yet. No, right now he just wanted to do what he came her to do...have his fun with her, fulfil this fantasy for both of them.

His fingers slowly trailed up towards her pussy which he knew he would find dripping, smirking as she begged him with yet another one syllable word. He released her nipple with his other hand and used it to squeeze her breasts, moving between them while keeping her pressed against the door. Even her struggles were perfect. She must have known full well she couldn't get out of his cuffs, and they both knew that she didn't really want to...but she tried anyway as she reacted to the way he touched her and his fingertips finally grazed her sodden entrance. "No, I won't look...that wasn't in the fantasy...but I don't need to. I can feel how wet you are, dripping...you pretend you're innocent to those that know you personally but your pussy tells the truth, so wet at the thought of what I'm going to do to you, at the thought of being forced like this..."

He didn't know where the words came from as he started to rub her slit, first just letting his fingers brush over the length of her entrance, testing her reactions, listening to her...then slowly drifting towards the hood which protected her clit, teasing it out with deft movements and just a touch of pressure. "Are you really a virgin, little pervert? Is that what I'll find when I sink my fingers into you? Are you going to cum from a stranger's fingers in this bathroom, cuffed and helpless?" His chin resting on her shoulder he toyed with her clit for a few seconds, which turned into minutes...longer...intoxicated by the power he held over her before he finally pressed those fingers to her slit and started to slowly push two inside her. "So tight...yes, you must be a virgin...how did a virgin get so perverted, hmm?"

 

[Bunny]

Lips brushed her skin, almost in reward for her answer. The press of his lips was felt even as he pulled back and she closed her eyes. Kiyoko definitely thought herself broken. How wasn't she? She'd gotten off on a stranger molesting her in a packed train. Kiyoko knew how wet she had been, even after she had gotten home. Standing just inside the door of her apartment, after securing the locks, she had reached between her legs and found herself soaking. She had barely made it to her bed, her desire so high. She had come panting from the memory not even an hour old of him touching her. That night she'd come again, just to that memory and every night since. It was as if that first night and the power of her orgasms had encouraged her to forget fear and reached out again, desperate for another taste.

His words made her cheeks burn, but Kiyoko moaned softly, unable to help herself. She was a dirty little slut and she knew her parents would have died from embarrassment. She had always been so careful with her dirty Twitter account. Breathing, she struggled against the cuffs. "How do you know I have a brother or even parents that are alive?" Kiyoko couldn't help but challenge him a little. His hand paused against her thigh and he answered her previous question. Kiyoko had opened her mouth, but he twisted her nipple roughly and she cried out, her head falling back as she whimpered and then moaned.

Panting she nodded, her head rising back up. She knew what she was and she knew he knew. More than that, she knew what he was. "I am a pervert." Her boldness had melted away, at the demand she tell him the truth. Shyness etched in the four little words. She begged him, that shyness still there. She wanted him to touch her.. she needed it. His fingers let go of her nipple and he roughly kneaded her breasts, his other hand slowly moving up her thigh. Still she struggled against the cuffs, hapless, needy.. His fingers brushed her and she whimpered.

Kiyoko could feel heartbeat as she throbbed with her need and desire. He wasn't wrong. So shy in person, to everyone around her... but she was a dirty little pervert when it came to her fantasies. His fingers played between her thighs, tracing up and down her dripping slit, before his fingers playfully drew her clit out, whimpers, breath little pants the answer to his teasing. His question made her cheeks flare back to life, burning as he questioned if she was indeed a virgin. More than just the question though, it was what he asked, if she would cum in this bathroom, cuffed and helpless.

A moan was his answer, the sound sweet and dripping with her wants. She felt his chin press to her shoulder as his fingers toyed with her clit, the touch so sweet it almost hurt, the constant pressure making her hips wiggle, as if trying to escape his fingers. Pressed against the door, Kiyoko panted, her breath fogging up the wood as he teased her clit, her whimpers coming faster now. And then his fingers pushed into her and she cried out, the sound loud in her ears and she felt her hips rock into his fingers, desperate.

 

[Staine]

Tatsuo, had he known her thoughts, wouldn't have imagined Kiyoko to be broken in the slightest. What she was...it was perfect in his eyes. Shy, to the point that she was still a virgin even at her age, even after going through school, even learning her trade, and yet oh so deliciously perverted. If anything she was the epitome of the perfect woman for him, somebody he could corrupt, somebody who wanted to be corrupted and just needed that little push that she was so afraid to ask for directly. Somebody with darker fantasies of being taken against her will but the intelligence to not put herself in that position...normally. What she was doing now was an anomaly. She'd been desperate to share what she was, she'd made that twitter account to do it safely and he had recognised her, been able to take advantage of the situation. No, Kiyoko wasn't broken, not to him, and he had been having difficulties getting her out of his mind. As he touched her he could see her cheeks burning with shame, heard her gasp as his fingers started to push into her and she answered his question. He smirked...he hadn't expected an answer really, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. There was a risk that came with this...he might freak her out again like that first day on the train but he also felt a sense of pride, and something akin to protectiveness. Yes, he wasn't asking her permission but this, to his mind, was consensual. She wanted this, she wasn't saying no in that same firm tone this time and he felt a twinge of sadness at the idea of lying to her.

"I know because I know who you are...Kiyoko Takahashi." His tone wasn't quite mocking, but there was chuckle behind it and he punctuated her name with another, fiercer twist of her nipple and a kiss to her shoulder. "I know exactly how they'd feel if they saw you like this. Blushing for me, craving my touch...you want me to just take you...you want me to molest you, you don't even want a choice in it...moaning like a desperate slut on the tips of my fingers." He pushed them a little deeper into her as she rocked her hips against him, proving to him just how much she wanted this. She even nodded and he could hear the tremble in her voice as she answered him. "Oh I know you're a perverted slut...these fantasies of yours...wanting to be raped...well don't worry...I'm going to give you fair warning." His tongue flicked out, the tip grazing along her shoulder before he bit down. It wasn't too hard, he only wanted to bite her hard enough to leave a mark, nothing more, while his fingers worked at her dripping slit, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing against it. He wanted her to get off, he wanted her to enjoy this. "Be careful what you post, because I am always watching. When I have my hands on you, it might be too late to say no..."

Her moans had grown a little louder as he toyed with her and he was desperate himself...he so desperately wanted to just push her against the door, unzip himself and sink his cock into her. He knew she was a virgin, he knew exactly how hot and wet she was, molten around his fingers as he thrust them into her over and over while his other hand played with her breast, squeezing, kneading, tweaking her nipple. He pressed against her from behind, she would no doubt feel his hardness and maybe, just maybe, understand that she wasn't alone, that they were both exactly what she said she was. Perverts, lost to their lusts. Maybe even realise that while he was assaulting her without her express permission, he was safe enough to help her with this fantasy, he was holding back his own desires even though stoking the fires of her lusts was making him want to go so much further. He pushed her against the door, working at her clit with his thumb, pumping his fingers into her, growling softly into her ear like an animal possessed of wanton desire and need. "Cum. Cum for me like the little pervert you are, Kiyoko, show me who you really are."