Mieko's Lesson (Closed for Soru & I)

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko Matsumi was once poor... But you wouldn't know it by the way she acted now.

10 years ago, her mother met a man... a very rich man... and fell in love with him. Mieko didn't much care for him, but loved the money that resided in his pockets and bank accounts- so she tolerated him, putting up the smiling face and manners whenever he came to visit. It wasn't long before he and her mother were wed. Her mother became the advertising director for her stepfather's business, leaving town often for consultations and expos. Her stepfather, however, would stay home to keep tabs on his work.

Mieko was known for her temper and greed by the staff of the house, but no one dared say anything to her mother. Mieko was her little angel, and deserved every item... which only added fuel to Mieko's fire. With her constant demands and arrogant attitude, it was obvious that soon someone's last nerve was sure to break...

 

[Mister J]

Another day, another dollar...

Allen came home later in the afternoon, his suit jacket tucked under one arm, his briefcase held loosely in the other. His tie was undone and pulled away from his unbuttoned collar. He was a taller man coming in at around 6'5. He had a full head of slicked back silver-grey hair and a cigarette always hung from his bottom lip. He was in great shape. Having a personal trainer didnt hurt either...especially one in such great shape herself.

Allen had worked his entire life, worked hard to earn what he had. He built a business from the ground up to become one of the richest men in the world, if not THE richest. His company made computer software and operating systems or at least thats what it said on the tax forms.

He tossed his wallet on the stand, then the keys to his Ferrari next to it. He continued down the hallway, giving a bit of a yawn as he turned into his office, setting the briefcase on his large oak desk and his jacket on the coat rack behind him. Switching on his computer, Allen walked over to his mini bar and poured himself a scotch.

As he headed back over and sat down in his big comfy leather chair, blaring rock music exploded from somewhere in the large estate. He grumbled something after realizing it was friday. Allen gave his house staff the day off each and every friday to enjoy themselves. He was a good man, but even he had his limits.

"You'd think I'd get some peace and quiet in a huge fucking mansion."

He had a horrible day at the office, and this just made it much...much worse. As he closed in on the cause of this much unneeded annoyance he rolled up his sleeves before coming to stand in the doorway to Mieko's room. He bit at his lip as he strode across the large bedroom and turned off her stereo.

"150 rooms in this mansion. Fifty square acres. A greenhouse. Three, Five Car garages. Two guest houses."

He rubbed his left eye for a moment before continuing.

"...We've been through this before. You know my office is right down the hall. You know I always go there right when I get home. You know I like my peace and quiet. Use your damn headphones if you're going to be in here or go somewhere far far away and listen to that shit...Understood?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko laid on her bed, a magazine open before her. She glanced up at him sourly as he hit the off button on her stereo. "Hey, what the fuck?! I was listening to that!"

She sat up, folding her arms as he began to lecture her, rolling her eyes slightly as she blew a stray hair from her eyes. She had been perfectly content when mom's limo rolled away for the airport, leaving her full run of the place- and then Allen had to come home and ruin all her fun. She picked up her glass, taking a sip of her drink- one of many raids of his liquor cabinet that had been happening all afternoon. "Yeah, sure... Whatever."

She shoved her way in front of him, taking the cd out of the player before heading for the door of her room, then paused, turning back to him. "Oh, by the way-" She held up her glass, shaking it so the ice clinked against the sides. "You need more Jack." She drank down the rest of it, giving him an arrogant smirk before slamming it down on her dresser and walking down the hall.

 

[Mister J]

"Oh hell no..."

He ground his teeth together and stormed off after her, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around to face him.

"You dont run things around here. This is my house, paid for by my money, which I earned. Im the king of this castle."

Allen took her by the chin, firmly grasping it in his hand as he forced her to look him in the eyes.

"I know you dont like me, but I make the rules here and you WILL follow them."

He pulled her around so her back faced towards her room. Then he pushed her backwards, nother too harsh just a nudge.

"Just for the 'jack' comment you're grounded to your room until I say otherwise. I'll be back in a few to clean it out."

That said he turned and began to walk back towards his office, that scotch was still sitting on his desk and he needed it right about now. He could deal with angry board members and employees, but this girl...it was almost maddening.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko gave a yelp as he grabbed her shoulder, glaring at him as he spun her around. "HEY! Let go of me!"

"I know you dont like me, but I make the rules here and you WILL follow them."

"Well, you're right about one thing...," She snarled under her breath, glaring up at him. She gave a frustrated growl as he shoved her back into her room, plopping onto her bed and scowling.

"Just for the 'jack' comment you're grounded to your room until I say otherwise. I'll be back in a few to clean it out."

She grumbled under her breath once again as he walked out of her room. He wasn't her dad. She didn't have to do anything he said... If it wasn't for mom- and the money she got from her- Mieko would've moved out as soon as she hit 18 last month. But that money- hell, who was going to leave that?

She listened as his footsteps rang out down the hall, returning once more to his study. She wasn't about to stay in her room just because he told her to.... She grabbed a coat from the closet, running down the hall, knowing full well he would see her doing so. She knew he kept his keys right next to the door- and that Ferrari was just begging for a joyride. If she was going to get in trouble, it was going to be worth it!

 

[Mister J]

He heard the footsteps down the hall, quick taps along the woodpanel flooring. He quickly got up and walked to the doorway, glancing down the hall to see the door halfway open and his keys missing. With a bit of sigh he walked over to the stand his wallet was on and opened the drawer.

The roar of the engine flaired up just outside as he walked out, holding something in his hand. She took notice of him, and peeled out but she didnt make it too far...not even 10 feet before he cut the engine off with his spare set of keys.

They hung from his tightened fist as he walked up to the car and opened the door, yanking her out and tossing her over his shoulder. She kicked and yelled but no one would hear except him. They were far out in the country...away from the city by a few miles.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he walked down the hall, past his office, past her room, until he was in the gym. Workout equipment, dumbells, exercise machines etc etc. He continued past most of the equipment heading towards a hook in the ceiling used to hold up punching bags.

Using a bit of duct tape and a bungee cord he found nearby, Allen strung her up, taping her wrists together and hanging her on the hook. He took the bungee cord and wrapped it around her ankles, pulling her feet down to a hook coming up from the ground and straigtening her body out.

That all done he took a step back and smiled. He'd thought about using the tape to cover her mouth too but then he wouldnt get nearly as much enjoyment out of doing what he was about to do. Allen, had a few secrets that his step daughter was about to get a taste of...

"I think it's about time someone put you in your place."

He walked away and was gone for some time, but eventually he returned carrying a huge cardboard box. Keeping it out of her eyesight he went ahead and opened it, sifting through it's contents until he found exactly what he was looking for.

Ahh...there you are.

He smirked as he turned around to face her, holding a large black wooden paddle in his hands.

"It's time for a spanking."

OOC:Allen

 

[Mephistophelily]

((Oh you evil man... ))

Mieko laughed as she saw the look on his face, gunning the gas hard and peeling down the driveway- only for it to give out before she even hit halfway to the main gate. "HEY!! Godammit!" She shoved her foot down once again- but nothing.
She shrieked as Allen grabbed her out of the car, thumping her fists hard against his back as he tossed her over his shoulder, screeching away in his ear as he brought her back inside. "Put me down! What the hell're you doing?! You can't ground me!" She paused as he passed her room, continuing on- which confused her.

Her screaming returned as he trussed her up on the hooks, now quite scared of what he was up to. "Get me down from here! What do you think you're doing?!"

"I think it's about time someone put you in your place."

"What? You can't do anything to m-" She stopped as he walked out of the room, getting even angrier. "Hey! HEY!! Get back here and LET ME DOWN!!" She gave up as his footfall left her hearing, giving a growl. Was he planning to just... leave her there? She perked up as she heard him returning, the a rustling behind her. "So now are you going to get m-" She cut short as he stepped in front of her, a large black paddle in his hands and a dark smirk on his face.

"It's time for a spanking."

"Sp-spanking?" She stared at the paddle in his hands, paling slightly, though she tried to continue her defiant look. "You... wouldn't dare..."

 

[Mister J]

"You'd be amazed at what I'd dare to do."

The first few swats were warm-ups. Light stings through the clothing, nothing more. He was still being nice, even giving her time to adjust to the feeling before continuing.

The thin edge of the paddle traveled up the back of her thigh, lifting her skirt until he got full view of her white panties covering that nice round ass. For a teenager he had to admit, she was nicely developed.

Afterwards Allen ripped away the skirt, it would only be in the way later on. He set another swat or two across her ass, but this time he didnt give her time to adjust. Just after the last sting was halfway gone he swung the large paddle quickly across the air, slamming into her right cheek.

The thunderous sound echoed through the large estate, as Allen let another lash across her backside. He smirked as he stepped back for just a moment to admire the redness starting to show on her ass.

He continued like this, hard strikes, light strikes, hard strikes, light strikes for about an hour...

Finally he tossed the paddle to the side and walked around to her front, clutching her chin in his palm and forcing her to look up at him. As she did she was greeted by his spit. It splattered across her nose and ran down both sides of her face.

"Before the day is through, I'm going to show you where you belong. At my feet, licking my boots."

He wiped the spit away with a cloth, and as she showed signs of thanks he swiftly backhanded her.

"Dont confuse anything I do today for kindness. It's mere necessity, nothing more. I cant have you covered in spit, however much it may drive the point home."

That said he lifted her from the top hook and removed the bungee cord from her ankles. Allen then layed her along one of the weight lifting benches, her back to the air and her hands taped once again. He wrappd the duct tape along the bar with the weights on each end, at least 200 lbs. She wouldnt be able to move it.

He then lifted her slightly and placed a basketball under her, wrapping her legs around it so that each knee sat even on the padded bench with the bottom of the ball and her stomach. He then wrapped the bungee around each knee and hooked it to one of the bars below the bench.

That all finished, he stepped back to admire his handy-work.

Looks like you've still got it old man...

With a quick swat across her newly elevated ass he moved around to her front and placed a blindfold over her eyes, waving "goodbye" as it slide over her eyes and she lost sight of him. All she could do is hear...and feel. His footsteps lead him behind her, to the box where she could hear him sifting once more, then back behind her.

She'd feel something cold touch her skin, it felt plastic, smooth. He ran it up and down her thighs, around her backside...then down her slit across those white panties, and finally back up where he pulled it away.

Then she could feel her panties being slid down, exposing her most private regions to her stepfather, who let out a bit of a chuckle as she shivered in the cold. He was quite for awhile, then an odd sound. Like squeezing toothpaste out of the tube.

There it was again, the plastic, but now it was covered in something warm and slippery. She'd hear him sigh before feeling it again, but now at her rear entrance, something she hadnt even thought of until now. The rounded head of what she realized to be a dildo pushed against her asshole, but he pulled it away again and she let out a sigh of relief.

...just to have it replaced with his finger, covered in the same warm, slippery lotion. He delved deep insider her, casing her insides with the thick lube for a moment or two before yet again pulling back.

A minute passed in silence, her still bound to the bench, exposed. Then more time until a full 15 minutes had gone by before she heard his words...

"This is where you squeal."

She didnt have time to take in what he said before he had rammed that dildo deep into her open asshole like a spear of sorts. She'd think that was the worst part...until he switched it to vibrate.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Uhm-"
Mieko tried to look back to see what he was up to- only to give a yelp as he swatted her with that paddle. "OW! Hey! That- OWW! That hurts!" She gasped as he ripped her skirt off, her knees trying ot bed in to hisde herself from him. "What're you-"
She cut short with a high shriek as he began smacking her ass again- these swats far more painful than before. Each strike caused another pained cry to escape her, her throat hurting when he finally stopped, her bottom feeling.. numb.

She whimpered as he grabbed her chin, whincing as his spit hit her face. His words frightened her, but she only shook her head. A confused look crossed her face as he wiped off the mess, only to yelp as he slapped her. She had never seen this side to Allen before...
She went limp as he picked her up, shivering slightly as he placed her onto the benchm so dumbfounded by the whole thing that she barely realized what exactly he was doing until he had her completely pinned down. "Y- you can't do this..," She hissed hoarsely, her throat still burning from her screaming earlier. "My mother will-"
The blidfold made her lose her thoughts, immediately trying to yank away from her binds, but only hurting her wrists as the bar refused to budge. His footsteps seemed so loud like this, each thump echoing into her ears.
She gave a surprised yelp as something ran against her, bucking forward a bit to try and get away from it. "No! Don't take-," she gasped, cringing as he yanked down her panties, though her new concern became that thing he ran along her ass. A dildo?! What the hell was he doing?! She whinced as he jammed what must have been his finger into her, a soft cry coming from her. "Please- Stop that-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Allen... I'll- I'll be good.."
He removed it, her head dropping down against her arms as she relaxed a bit. Was that all it took? To say she was sorry? She laid there, waiting for him to say something, do something.. let her know it was better-

"This is where you squeal."

"Wha-" She screamed out loudly as he rammed the toy inside her ass, gasping hard at the pain it caused, her cries continuing as he started its vibrating inside her. "I- I said I'm sorry," She whined, her fists tightening as she started yelling. "I said I'm sorry, you asshole!" She tried to thrash about, to get that thing out of her- but he had her down so tightly the most she could do was arch her back up a bit and throw her head about.

 

[Mister J]

Another hour later found Mieko in a worse of spot than when she started. It is, of course, assumed that things would get worse for her before they got better.

She not only had one vibe in her ass, she had an even larger one in her pussy now, left to vibrate just like the other. She had tried to push out both, but Allen just taped them down. It would hurt when he finally pulled off the tape too. Too bad, she brought it on herself.

Allen had brought out more toys too, using small bits of tape to attach two small egg vibes to her now exposed nipples. He'd taken the rest of her clothes off some time ago, bits and pieces of them lay scattered about the floor. Her ass was still reddened from the swats earlier.

He chuckled to himself a bit, circling her...sipping from his cup of scotch. Allen pulled up a chair infront of the bench and sat, now eye level with Mieko. He pulled off the blindfold and played with it in his hands while he looked at her.

She'd had all of these toys going at once for little under an hour now, her eyes were glazed over as if she was in some sort of trance. He took hold of her chin, firmly like before and smacked her across the cheek to make sure her attention was now focused as much as it could be on him.

"You have two options. 'Ride' or 'Walk'? You wont know what either means until you are doing it but whatever you will be doing you must understand that YOU chose to put yourself in that position."

He swatted her again and spoke louder.

"Now choose!"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Guh-" Mieko panted as he smacked her out of her dazed stare, looking up at him with confused eyes. Her pussy throbbed from the giant vibe shoved inside her, her ass clenched about the smaller version taped into position. She glanced to the glass in his hand, swallowing hard before looking back to him.

"You have two options. 'Ride' or 'Walk'?" The nonchalant look on his face made the question seem so simple...

She stared dumbly at him, confused. "What does -ghaaaa- that mean?," she panted out, fighting back some of the moans that wanted to leave her.

"You wont know what either means until you are doing it but whatever you will be doing you must understand that YOU chose to put yourself in that position."

She shook her head, biting onto her lip. "Hrmn- No... I- I don't want to pick either-!" She yelped as he gave her another smack.

"Now choose!"

"R... ride?," She whimpered out, whincing as she turned her head away. She wasn't sure what either option had meant, but ride seemed... safest. She opened an eye leerily, looking at him. "Do... do I get to take these horrible things off of me?"

 

[Mister J]

"Ride it is..."

He slipped the blindfold back over her head and walked around back, undoing the bungie cord and completely pulling her panties off and removing the tapped dildos. He made sure to make it a slow process.

She could hear him walking across the floor back over to the box, once again sifting through its contents. Eventually he made his way back, slipping what must have felt like a string thong up her legs.

It slipped up over her ass and rested comfortably there until Allen pulled the front end out and inserted something into a latch inside the thong. It was a mini square shaped vibe pad. When he let the fabric go, it snapped back into place and the pad sat right over her clit.

He set her back down on the bench and smacked her ass before getting up and undoing the tape around her wrists. It was easy seeing as he just used a box cutter to snip the tape.

Once unbound he lifted her back up and carried her out of the door and through the mansion, up a few flights of stairs onto the third floor and then finally into a room she'd never been in before. Of course she had the blindfold on so all she knew were the stairs. Otherwise she had no idea where she was.

He shut and locked the door, setting the key in his pocket and tossing her onto the cold floor with a thud. He flipped the light on and removed her blindfold.

It was a huge closet, filled with all sorts of clothes...but not normal clothes. These were womens and girls outfits and what not. These were the kinds of things you'd see in a porno move or in a lingerie magazine. Some were even theme outfits like a nurse, nun, or cop.

Allen pointed just behind her to an outfit hung on the wall all by itself.

It was a simple white tubetop and white miniskirt, however she could tell from there even that it was too small for her, at least by two sizes.

"Put it on."

She hesitated for a moment.

"That wasnt a request. Do it."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko gave a soft sigh of relief as he took the things from her, even if they were a slow removal.. A quick whince passed over her as the two toys on her holes were removed, her body trembling slightly from the empty feel that now resided in her. Her panties were replaced with... string? She sucked in a breath as he reached under her, pulling the small patch of fabric covering her pussy and placed something against it, letting it return to its place a moment later. She wasn't quite sure what it was- until it began moving. "Gya-ah!" She shoved her knees together, shocked at the incredible rush that ran through her body. Another vibrator?! It ended as quickly as it began, which made her wonder if Allen had a remote for the damned thing...
Her hands were free a few minutes later, but she wasn't given time to flex them out before being tossed over his shoulder once more. She realized they were headed upstairs, but she wasn't quite sure where to... She felt like she was on his arm forever. Where were they headed this time?! She panicked a bit, frightened that he had another room set up elsewhere in the house.
She yelped out as he dropped her onto the floor, blinking a few times as he ripped off the blindfold and trying to adjust to the light. "...What the hell?," she hissed, looking around the room and taking in everything. All these outfits- Why did he have all of these? A good number of them were like kinky halloween costumes- something she'd only seen when pawing through dirty movies and magazines she'd found in the gardener's shed. Why in the hell did her stepfather have such things?!
She looked up at him as he pointed, giving a glance behind her. "Put it on.", he hissed.
Was he crazy?! There was no way that was going to fit her! She'd be falling out of it everywhere! "No way!"
"That wasnt a request. Do it."
She glared at him, but it dawned on her that it was better than being tied to that damned weight again. She got up, still a bit wobbly from the toys he had in her before and snatched it off the wall. It seemed even smaller up close... nothing more than two thin white strips of fabric. She glanced back at him again, a hesitant look on her face. "I- I really don't think I can-"
The stone stare on his face was enough to make her go quiet, turning back and tugging the top of her head- sure enough, it was far too tight on her breasts, barely covering her nipples, though they were still easily visible through the almost mesh fabric stretching out to its limit to cover them.
"Allen-," she started, then bit her lip, working the skirt on as well. It was tight to her hips, hugging in closely to her skin and not covering her at all on both her front and rear, leaving the thong he had placed on her in plain view, tucked against the globes of her ass beneath the bottom hem of the skirt. She tried tugging it down, but it really made no difference. She felt a terrible shiver down her spine, knowing that her stepfather was staring at her, getting a big kick out of doing this to her...

 

[Mister J]

If he was aroused or amused he didnt show it. That stern look on his face never yielded, not once, as he snatched her up and flipped her over his shoulder again. Allen put the blind fold back on and carried her back down giving her mere seconds to put a pair of shoes on. Once she had them on he carried her out to his car, tossing her in the passenger side while walking around and taking a seat on the driver's side.

He shut the door and turned to look at her, lifting the blindfold so she could see.

"That pad I put in your thong has more than the purpose I've shown you. If you plan to bolt on me at anytime, I'll show you exactly what it can do...and it's not pretty."

He slid the blindfold back over her face and started the car.

"Lets go for a ride..."

As they left the manor Allen turned on the first setting of the vibe in her panties with instructions not to remove it and to keep her hands at her sides. Eventually after about 30 minutes or so they arrive at their destination deep within the city. It was rush hour and people crowded the streets.

Allen got out and looked up to the large building. It was the subway station. He walked around and let her get out making sure to remove the blindfold and making no rash attempts to carry her or push her around. If she knew anything, she knew she'd better listen to him for fear of what he may to do her.

This was his game, his rules.

The two of them walked up the many stairs to the entrance, her well infront of him as they stopped to get tickets. Allen glanced around casually, taking notice of all the people giving them wierd looks and all the men with their eyes on Mieko.

Upon getting the tickets he opened the door and as she walked by he grabbed her ass and squeezed it tight. Embarrassment comes at many levels, some more primative than others.

He walked her down several flights of stairs, she must not have liked that with her thin top and all, especially at the pace they were moving.

Finally they were on the train, it was overpacked and crowded. Standing room only. People were pushed up against each other. It was hot and damp in the car they were in and Allen remained stern. She was pushed up against his back, her back to his. The vibe was still going as Allen switched it up one more level.

He tilted his head back and to the side just a bit to whisper in her ear.

"You're going to learn humility...one way..."

He pushed her backwards into a group of business men and disappeared.

"...or another."

The men made a circle around her, all grabbing at her and grinning from ear to ear as if they've been given the biggest juiciest steak they've ever seen.

"You cant just bump into someone like that!"

"We're going to teach you some manners brat!"

They pushed her down to her knees, each one unzipping their flies and pulling out their cocks, some smaller some large. It was degrading for sure. They slapped her with them, forced them into her mouth, some even started to cum on her while she was forced to jerk them off.

Allen watched from a distance, making sure things didnt get out of hand, enjoying himself much too much.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko only gave a soft squeek in reply to his warning on the thong, her fingers digging into the seat's leather as he drove, the soft vibrations passing over her clit making it hard for her to hold still. After some time, they finally stopped- and when he let her see again, she didn't want to get out of the car. She had worn revealing things on the subway before- but not to this level! She sat there a moment, her eyes going hesitantly from the building to him, then slowly stepped from the car. His solemn stare alone was enough to frighten her anymore.
She whinced as the people stared at her, trying once again to tug at the back of her skirt, only making the front go even higher. Once she had her ticket, she went through the gate Allen held- yelping as he grabbed hold of her bottom and causing yet another group of guys to look at her. She followed him down the steps, trying to keep up with him while also keeping her top from falling down, the weight of her bouncing breasts not helping it... She was paranoid it would rip or something..
Once in the car, she stood directly behind him, trying to avoid the flailing elbows and arms around her, now even more spooked that the thin clothing would be ripped off somehow. She pressed back against her stepfather as one of the businessmen began waving his briefcase about, only to give a surprised cry as Allen increased the vibe's speed, barely catching his words over the crowd...
"You're going to learn humility... one way or another..."
"Wh-" Before she could ask him what that meant, he shoved her at the man with the briefcase. She grabbed onto it to try and regain her balance, only to jam her shoulder into another man's side. They began yelling at her- and grabbing at her!
She shrieked out, trying to get out of the circle they had formed- but one of them grabbed her ankle and yanked her right back into the midst of it. "Get the f-" She tried to yell back at them, but someone grabbed her hair, another taking advantage of her open mouth and shoving himself into it. The vibe Allen had placed in her panties still hummed away, the vibrations feeling much stronger as she sat on her heels, groaning around the man's cock. She reached up to shove him away from her, only to have her hands instead be grabbed and wrapped around two more men's lengths, the men's own hands holding them there. She gave an angry growl as some of the men started to cum, aiming for her face and hair. The man before her pulled free of her lips, another one immediately shoving him aside and taking his place. "Allen! Please-!," she shouted, coughing as the new and much bigger man claimed his turn. She gave a shriek around him as one of the men behind her reached up under the skirt, trying to tug at her thong.

 

[Mister J]

The man pulled her back towards him, moving the string of her thong out of the way as he pressed his large cock against her asshole. He could feel her tense up as he slid it in slowly, eventually beginning to pump in and out of her.

The other men continued to harass her, slapping her across the face with their cocks, spilling their thick cum on her cheeks. They even forced her into giving them handjobs, one of the men even slid his dick under her shirt and began to tit fuck her...the odd thing was, none of them went for her pussy.

The one fucking her ass pulled out, replaced by another just as the one tit fucking her shot cum across her chin and neck.

Another few moments later and the train came to a stop. The men pushed her back down and stepped away, leaving the train. Everyone else seemed to leave as well until she looked up and only saw Allen sitting across from her.

He had a devilish smirk on his face.
He pressed a button on the remote in his pocket, turning the level up one more time. It was at the 3rd level now.

"Did you enjoy the ride?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko whimpered out as the men finished having their way with her, the men behind her making her less aware of those before her- until the larger lenghs were jammed into her throat, then she felt as though she were run through on both ends, letting them do as they wanted.

When the train finally stopped, she was still on all fours, staring blankly at Allen as the men just- left. She was coated in cum, her scant clothing ripped in some places. The train seemed so silent now, the only sound being her soft gasps as she tried to regain her breath from all that had happened. She still couldn't believe he had actually made her do that...

"Allen...?," She asked softly, crying out once more as he turned up the vibe, her arms buckling in and her head dropping down against the floor as she closed her eyes, shaking her head.

 

[Mister J]

"I paid them."

He motioned to her and the cum still clinging to her skin.

"When I was away from you in the gym. A few phone calls and it was all planned out."

He then smirked and stood, walking over to her and lowering the dial back to 1 on the remote. She'd go crazy if he left it that high for too long. Allen pulled her to her feet, using his hankerchief to wipe the cum from her face and clothes.

People started to board the train and a moment later it was packed again. Finally it started moving. She was shoved up against him, her back to his chest as he ground up against her ass. He was already hard and it was pressing firmly against her skirt.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear...

"You've made me quite hard..."

He took hold of her hand and moved it to his crotch, the zipper was already pulled down.

"Finish what you started."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Y-you...," Mieko panted, finally catching her breath when he turned the vibe down. With his help, she was back on her feet- though she hesitantly pulled away when he raised his hand once more, only to calm slightly as he began to wipe off the mess.

She stayed before him as the train filled once again, panicked that he was going to thrust her into yet another crowd. To her surprise... he didn't. In fact, he seemed... content with her standing in front of him. Of course, his erection was pressing against her ass beneath that short skirt... but at least she wasn't being left to the mercy of a bunch of horny men.
She sucked in a sharp breath as he whispered in her ear and grabbed her hand, shocked as he guided it to his cock. She hesitantly wrapped her fingers about him, slowly sliding her hand along his length as she gave a leery glance about the train. Before, she had been hidden in a crowd of other people- but now, they were right in the open...

 

[Mister J]

After awhile of the "foreplay" Allen guided Mieko through the crowd to the back of the car, the corner just to the left of the rear door. Everyone had their backs to them, facing the side doors to exit when they reached the next stop.

Allen turned about so his back was facing the crowd and so she was cornered. He pushed her to the ground and pointed to his erect cock. There were to be no words, she knew what he wanted from her.

He glanced behind him. Everyone was busy with themselves and eagerly waiting to get off of the train, no one was paying them any attention whatsoever.

Perfect...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Mieko followed, trying to hide how nervous she was as she passed the other passengers. She dropped down on her knees, doing as he commanded and taking him into her mouth, slowly as first as she tried to keep from gagging, inching him in slowly.
She closed her eyes, sucking on his length quietly, though the occasional slurp could be heard as she stopped for a quick breath. His hand rested against the back of her head, guiding her in her task. She whimpered a bit as his grip tightened, glancing up at him, then quickly away once more. That look in his face... It scared her.