"Peril in Japan" by J-B-Hickock , commission by Ssnth

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(this story was commissioned by Ssnth back in 2014 and it is part of the " Shokon" saga )

Peril In Japan



Chapter 1


Hoshiko Tomoko Kurosawa panted in the heat of the Japanese summer. The young police officer wore the police uniforms of a dark blue jacket and skirt, flesh colored tights, black court shoes and white shirt. It was heavy in the hot humid air. Hoshiko pulled her jacket open and unbottoned her top button. The 21-year-old girl was short, with a shapely wasp-waisted form, almond-shaped green eyes, and long brown hair coiled into a bun.

Her partner, Chikako Tsubaki Inoue, had already opened her top two buttons, revealing a wedge of soft sweaty skin to the hot sun. Like her partner, the brown-eyed 20-year-old’s sable hair was coiled into a bun. Chikako stood a few inches taller then Hoshiko, with long lean legs and a large bust that her tight white shirt did nothing to hide.

The two young officers walked down a street in this country prefecture; they had both been in the police for only a little while, and both were eager to do the best they could.

Little did they know, as they strode down the near-empty street, they were watched.

Hideaki Hirotomo. She was dark-skinned, her skin tanned by sun and wind from years of riding on her bike. She wore a dark leather jacket, blue jeans and heavy black boots. her hair and eyebrows were dyed white, and she leaned against the wall of a gas station where her gang hung out, her narrow blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she watched the two young officers walking down the street toward her.

Sora, her friend, popped her head out of the gas station’s back door and glanced at her. “What’s going on?” she asked.

Hideaki nodded toward the two police coming closer with every minute that passed. “We’re about to have a problem,” she said.

She turned and strode back into the gas station, pulling Sora with her. Within, a half-dozen other girls in biker gear went through the store, tearing things off of the shelves; the ‘closed’ sign hung in the front door’s window, through which the rest of the gang could be seen hanging around the gas pumps, filling up their bikes.

Hideaki glanced at Sora. “What about our ‘friend’?” she asked. “How is she doing?”

“Come and see,” Sora said; she led Hideaki over to the check out counter; she leaned over the counter and glanced down.

Behind the counter lay the gas station attendant: she was tall and lean, with soft pale skin and dark hair cut short. She was stripped naked, rough rope wrapped about her wrists, binding her hands together behind her back. Still more rope was tied around her elbows, pinning them together and pulling her shoulders back, thrusting her small breasts out; more of the same rope was wrapped around her body, twisting over and under her erect breasts to force them out even further.

Her own panties were balled up and forced in her mouth, held there by several layers of tape the girls had taken off the station’s shelves; yet more rope was bound around her ankles and knees to make sure she couldn’t go anyplace. She stared up with tear-streaked eyes at Sora and Hideaki who leaned over the counter to look down at her and whimpered helplessly, pleading with her eyes.

“Hello,” Hideaki said. She reached over to a rack holding cigarettes and grabbed a box. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

The captive girl whimpered, tears leaking from her eyes to trail down her cheeks: harsh red lines shone on her erect breasts and her flat belly, showing where the girls had whipped her. Still more such marks shone on her thighs and between her legs around her pussy where they had had some fun with her before binding her legs together.

Hideaki opened the box and took out a cigarette. She slid it into her mouth, and Sora smoothly drew out a lighter, sprung it alight, and held it out for Hideaki to light her cigarette from. She took a deep breath from it, and blew out the smoke with a blissful smile on her lips. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked personably. “Us coming and taking a few things, I mean.”

The attendent shook her head, her wide brown eyes staring fearfully up at Hideaki.

“Good,” the gang leader said. She reached over to the rack again and grabbed a small bottle of lighter fluid. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said, breaking open the top. “I would hate to think you didn’t want us.” She upended the bottle and poured out the lighter fluid over the helpless girl.

The captive moaned helplessly as the cold oil dropped over her; she stared at it, then up at Hideaki again, her wide eyes filled with panic. her glance flicked to the burning end of the cigarette Hideaki held in her hand: it glowed red as she took another deep breath of it. “Of course, if I thought you might complain about us,” she added thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t like that. I wouldn’t like that at all.” She tapped her cigarette and a few ashes slipped off the end and dropped.

The attendant screamed helplessly as the ashes fell toward her: she jerked and squirmed as they settled on her lighter-fluid soaked skin. The ashes turned grey as they burned out in the air, and settled softly, delicately on her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath, staring at the grey ash that lay on her, then looked up at Hideaki once again.

The gang leader smiled beatifically at her. “If anyone asks, it wasn’t us who were here, was it?”

Her nostrils flared, her breath coming in panicked gasps, the attendant shook her head.

“Good,” Hideaki said, leaning furthed over the counter until her eyes were inches from the girls. “Because if I hear anything about us in the news, I’m gonna come back here and do everything I want to you, then I’ll find your best friend and do the same to her.” She flicked the cigarette away, then pushed herself to her feet.

Sora joined her. “What now?” she asked.

“Now. . .” Hideaki said slowly, glancing out the rear window toward the two policewoman approaching the gas station. A wicked smile slowly formed on her lips. “Now, I think I want to get some toys.”


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Chapter 2

Hoshiko and Chikako strode into the gas station, rather surprised to find the bikers there, filling up their bikes. “Well, hello!” Hoshiko said.

The biker girls glared at the two policewoman suspiciously, and the two of them stopped, uncertain of how to proceed.

A bell tinkled as the door of the gas station opened and Hideaki strode out, Sora and a few others of the gang following her. “Hello, officers!” she said with a grin. “What can we do for you?” Behind her, the sign had been changed back to ‘open’ to allay suspicion, while one of the gang stayed inside with the attendant.

“Hello,” Chikako said, happy to find someone more welcoming. “We’d just like to know where you’re coming from.”

“Oh, we come from up the coast,” Hideaki said, she and her friends drawing closer to the two police. “We’re going down toward Tokyo.”

“That’s a long way, isn’t it?” asked Hoshiko, surprised.

“Oh, yes,” Hideaki says. She glances once behind the two police, and nods.

A dozen hands grab them at once: neither woman has time to more than squeal before they are handgagged and dragged to the ground.

Hoshiko struggled uselessly, crying to the hands that gagged her, but it was no use: her hands were dragged behind her back, and her own handcuffs were locked tightly around her wrists.

Beside her, the same was done to Chikako; she struggled and wriggled in her captor’s hands, her eyes wild, screaming for help, but the hands clapped across her mouth reduced her cried to whimpers, and a dozen grubby hends held her pinioned to the ground. The hand gag was taken away, and in the instant before she could cry out, a filthy rag was forced into her mouth. She gagged on the rotten taste as a second cloth was forced between her teeth, the ends were pulled behind her head and tied off to hold the gag in place.

Hoshiko was likewise gagged, then yet another cloth was tied across her eyes for a blindfold; she wimpered and cried as her sight went dark; beside her Chikako was likewise blinded.

The two captive policewoman were hauled to their feet; they stared blindly around, not believing that this could take place in broad daylight without anyone seeing. But the heat had driven everyone indoors, and no-one could see them in the midst of the biker gang.

Hideaki looked from one to the other of her new ‘toys’ and gave an order: heavy leather jackets were forced onto them, over their bound arms and zipped shut: unless someone looked closely, they would not see the arms of the jackets were empty; then helmets with dark goggles were forced onto their heads, despite Hoshiko’s and Chikako’s struggles, and buckled tighly on; no-one could see their gags now.

“All right, let’s go!” Hideaki said.

The bikers hurriedly readied to depart: the girl inside with the attendant came out, with the poor girl’s hair clip for a trophy, and a great story of how she had used the helpless captive; the sign was changed back to ‘closed’ and another sign was found and put up where anyone passing could see it: ‘out of gas’ that would delay the time anyone discovered the bound girl inside.

Hideaki took Hoshiko on her bike, seating the captive policewoman in front of. She struggled hopeless, crying into her gag to no point. “You’d better stop,” Hideaki said calmly. “If you start wriggling when we’re driving on the highway- well, without your arms, you won’t do well in teh crash!”

Trembling, Hoshiko stilled; the gang leader put her arms around the captive, toying with her breasts through the jacket for a moment, making her cry once more, then she put har hands on the handlebars. “All right!” she shouted. “Let’s go!”

With a cheer, the bikers revved their engines, then pulled out of there.

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It was some place deserted, someplace far from anywhere anyone ever went, that the bikers finally pulled over

Chikako had been brough along on Sora’s bike: it had been a long, harrowing, terrifying journey for the blind captive: she was dragged off the bike and thrown to the grass to lie, trembling with exhaustion and fear, beside her partner.

“Hey, what ae we doing here?” Hachiro, one of the gang, asked, glancing around doubtfully: there was grass, there was a distant view of the highway, there was the scent of garbage on the wide, and pretty much nothing else.

“Nothing much,” Hideaki said, dismounting. “But these two are going to make us rich,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the two trembling policewoman. “In more ways than one.”

At her direction, Hoshiko and Chikako were dragged to their feet and frog-marched away to a level space, and there were forced to kneel. The jackets were removed and the helmets taken away; the two women trembled in the sudden cold as the harsh wind blew over their sweat-stained bodies; the hot day had been even hotter beneath the heavy jackets and helmets. Still blindfolded, they whimpered helplessly, with no idea what the gang would do to them next.

Hideaki snapped a few orders, reaching into her saddle bags.

The blindfolds were removed, and Hoshiko and Chikako looked up into the faces of their captors; two bikers held the handcuffed policewoman still; helmeted and goggled, there was nothing to see of their faces, nothing to identify them as Hideaki pulled out a camera and began taking a film. “We have taken officers Kurosawa and Inoue captive,” she said into the camera’s microphone. “If you ever want to see them again, have ten million yen in cash at the Ishiguro Roadhouse on the 7th. Come alone.” She nodded to the two bikers. “And just in case you think we’re bluffing-”

The two bikers reached down and pulled open the captive policewomen’s shirts; Hoshiko and Chikako cried and struggled as their captors reached down beneath their bras to grab their breasts; they whimpered and cried as their breasts were kneaded and toyed with, then their bras were pulled down, exposing their soft flesh to the cold air and the cold eye of the camera, which was no colder than the cruel eyes of the rest of the gang.

“-We would be just happy keeping them for ourselves,” Hideaki finished.


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Chapter 3

The camera clicked off, and the bikers removed their hoods.

“Very good, girls,” Hideaki said, walking up to the two captive policewomen. “In a few days, you’ll be free to return to the capitalist puppetplay you call your lives.”

Hoshiko and Chikako looked up at her, both clearly relieved by the prospect.

“In the meantime,” Hideaki went on. “There’s no reason we can’t make you more comfortable.” She waved at the two bikers holding the two captives and snapped an order.

Reluctantly, the two bikers reached down and unlocked their handcuffs; a few of the gang murmured unhappily as the steel restraints came free. Immediately, Hoshiko and Chikako reached up to grab their shirts and close them over their exposed breasts.

“No, no!” Hideaki said, waving an admonishing finger. “I didn’t say you could do that!”

The two policewomen stared at her with wide eyes.

“So get more comfortable,” Hideaki said. “Take ‘em off.”

“What?!” Chikako cried.

The gang laughed and smiled expectantly, staring lustily at their two captives.

“You can take them off, or I can take them off,” Hideaki said. “I promise you, I would be less than gentle, but I’d enjoy it a lot!”

Slowly, Hoshiko began unbuttoning the last buttons of her shirt.

Seeing her partner doing so, Chikako reluctantly followed suit.

They pulled off their shirts, baring their soft tan flesh; the bright sunlight shimmered off their tight sweaty skin as Hoshiko’s lean form and Chikako’s hourglass build were fully revealed.

The gang whistled and shouted encouragements and suggestions that made the two policewomen blush. But obediently, they both reached back and unhooked their bras to let them fall away. Not that they were hiding anything before that.

The gang sat or leaned against their bikes and watched, licking lipe and giving each other knowing looks as their captives lowered their hands to their skirts, slid the zippers down, then let their uniform skirts slide over their long pantyhosed legs to pool on the ground.

“Verty nice!” Sora said, eyeing their tight black hose and panties; Hoshiko’s thin blue lacy panties, and Chikako’s red thong; Hoshiko stared at her partner in surprise for wearing that.

“Go on,” Hideaki said encouragingly; tears slipped down from Hoshiko’s eyes as she stepped out of her shoes, then sat down to roll her pantyhose down her legs.

Beside her, Chikako was no less unhappy, her eyes closed to shut out the sight of the leering gang, but she couldn’t shut her ears to their obscene talk.

Finally, their panties went, too: both policewomen stood again, hands clasped to cover their breasts and pussies, ghlaring red-faced, embarrassed and angry, at their captors.

“Okay,” Hideaki said, nodding to the same to bikers again. “Tie ‘em up again!’

“What?!” Hoshiko cried in surprise as her hands were grabbed and dragged together behind her.

“No- please!” Chikako whimpered as the cuffs closed around her wrists.

Hideaki walked toward them, stooping to pick up their discarded panties. She turned them inside out, then walked right up to the two captives. “Open your mouths,” she said.

“What-” Hoshiko began, then her voice was cut off as Hideaki stuffed Chikako’s thong past her open lips.

“Mhmm!” Chikako moaned in protest as Hoshiko’s lacy blue panties were stuffed in her mouths.

“Hold those in!” Hideaki snapped. “Or you’ll wish you did!”

Whimpering, crying into their gags, both captives kept their mouths shut over their paertners’ panties as Hideaki dug a roll of tape out of her pocket; she slapped one end of the roll over Hoshiko’s mouth, then pulled the entire roll around her head, wrapping it over her taped lips several times, pulling the tape tighter with every turn around the poor captive’s head until her whimpers almost inaudible.

Chikako shook her head tearfully as Hideaki came to her. “Don’t even think about opening your mouth!” Hideaki snapped, grabbing the policewoman by the hair; she held Chikako’s head still while she wrapped more tape across her mouth and around her head to silence her.

The gang leader stepped back and put her heands on her hips, looking over her handiwork with a smile. “That’s nice!” she said. “And, thank you,” Hideaki said to the two shivering girls. “Thank you for loaning us your uniforms; we’ll make very good use of them!”

Naked, bound and gagged, shivering in the breeze even in the full sun, The captives could barely acknolwedge her thanks.

“So what next?” Hachir asked.

Hideaki glanced down at the two uniforms where they lay on the ground. “I’ve got a few ideas. . .” she said, a grin slowly working its way over her lips.


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Chapter 4


Mio Surokawa was a pretty young widow: her older husband had died recently, leaving her his entire fortune.

The short shapely lady had not married him for his money; that had helped, certainly, but he had really been a very charming man. But now she was alone, but still she was young, and pretty, and she was not going to let her life slip away into grief.

She wore a bright red evening gown with a single strap; the neckline slsoped enticeingly downward, revealing much of her charms; the rest of the gown hinted at, rather than hid, the rest of her charms. Her lips were red, her black hair piled high in a fashionable braid; she was going out to a party, and her limo was waiting as she strode to the door of her house, herblack pumps clicking on the tiled floor.

Just as she reached the door, there was a knock on it.

Puzzled, Mrs. Surokawa opened the door to see a policewoman standing there.

“Mrs. Surokawa?” the policewoman said.

“Yes?”

“You are in danger,” the policewoman said. “May I come in?”

“Yes,” she said, stepping back from the door and holding it open for her. “Of course.”

The policewoman stepped in, took the door from Mrs. Surokawa, and eased it shut.

“How am I in danger?”

“We have reason to believe that a gang wants to rob you,” the policewoman said. She flashed Mio a wicked grin, then reached into her jacket and pulled out a pistol. “Don’t be stupid!” she hissed, pointing it at Mio. “Keep your mouth shut and do only what I tell you, and you’ll be just fine. Do you understand?”

Dumbly, Mio nodded.

“Good.” Sora said, reaching up with her free hand to unbutton her jacket. She nodded to her captive. “Where’s your safe?”

“It’s upstairs,” Mrs. Surokawa said, staring fearfully at the weapon she held on her.

“Show me.”

Trembling, Mio led the fake policewoman upstairs to her bedroom and showed her the wall safe hidden behind a painting.

“Good,” Sora said with a grin. “Now, open it.”

Mrs. Surokawa obeyed, turning the dial back and forth until the lock clicked, and pulled open the door of the safe.

Sora almost gasped as it swung open, revealing piles of bills and jewels and gold. She glanced at Mio. “Thank you very much,” she said. “Now, strip.”

“What are you going to do?!” Mio cried.

“I’m going to kill you, if you don’t strip naked!” Sora snapped, cocking the pistol.

Mio swallowed fearfully, then slid the strap of her evening dress over her shoulder and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it in just her black thong panties, shoes and stockings, raising her hands to cover her bare breasts, tears beginning to run from her eyes.

“I said strip!” Sora snarled, taking a threatening step toward the young widow. “Off with those panties!”

Weeping, Mio reached down and slipped her fingers under the waitsband of her black thong and slid it down her legs to her feet. She stepped out of it, then slid her hands over her bare breasts and pussy.

Sora smirked. “Get on your bed,” she ordered, gesturing with the pistol. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Reluctantly, Mio obeyed, lying down on her belly on the satin covers of her bed, lying on her full breasts, putting her hands together in the small of her back.

She whimpered as Sora handcuffed her hands together. “You won’t get away with this!” Mio cried.

“That’s none of your business,” Sora replied; she balled up Mio’s thong panties and forced them into her mouth. She held the captive woman’s mouth shut with one hand while she grabbed a length of tape with the other, then wrapped it across her lips to hold the gag in. That done, she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and tied it across Mio’s eyes for a blinfold.

Mrs. Surokawa heard, but did not seee as Sora emptied out the safe, pouring its contents into a sack; she heard the door open, and screamed through her gag, struggling against the steel cuffs, thinking someone had come; but it was only three other gangers who strolled in and leered at the bound lady, lying struggling in only her stockings on her own bed.

Mio did not see as they produced a very large sack and approached her with it, but she did feel it as they laid their hands on her.

“Mhmm!” she screamed, shaking her head, frightened tears slipping out from beneath her blindfold. She struggled and squirmed, but the gangers easily forced her into a ball, then tipped her into the sack. Together, they lifted the struggling sack and carried their captive back downstairs and out the door, picking up a few smaller sacks filled with jewels, silver - whatever valuables they hppened to find lying around.

Mio’s limo was indeed waiting for her, but the driver was not: she lay hogtied in the stuffy dark trunk, her naked skin sticky with sweat in the hot cramped compartment, rough rope wrapped around her arms and legs, her own panties stuffed into her mouth and held in place with several layers of tape.

The gangers slipped into the limo, laying their sacks on the floor of the car as the new driver, wearing an a peaked cap appropriated from the captive in the trunk, drove away.

Following Sora’s instructions, they drove to a branch of the local bank and rolled into the drive-through up to the ATM machine.

Sora opened up the largest sack and pulled out Mio. “Well,” Sora said. “What’s you PIN code?” she asked, holding up their captive’s purse.

She tore the tape off Mio’s lips. “OW!” she cried, spitting her panties out. “Please,” she begged. “Please, just let me go!”

“What’s your PIN code?” Sora asked again; she reached down and pinched Mio’s nipple, grinding her soft flesh between thumb and forefinger.

Mio whimpered and cried, and eventually gave in: Sora emptied her bank account, then they drove away.

They toasted themselves from the limo’s minibar, and re-gagged Mio even tighter than before, stuffing her thong back in her mouth, then winding layer after layer of tape around her head until her cries were muffled to almost-inaudible whimpers.

They didn’t put her back in the sack though: they pulled their naked host up on the seat with them, and toyed with her naked body, pinching and slapping her as she squirmed and cried helplessly.

“So, what do we do now?” one of the gangers asked.

“Now,” Sora said, taking off her cap and tossing it aside. “We take our guest with us back to the gang, and we’ll see what’s next!” She wrapped her arm around Mio and pulled her close: Mio cried helplessly as Sora drew her tight and kissed her on her gagged lips.



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Chapter 5


Yuzuki Tsubasa Sato glamced up as the door-bell rang and a tall policewoman stepped into the jewelry store; she locked the door behind her, and turned the sign around to say ‘CLOSED’

“Is something wrong, officer?” Yuzuki asked concernedly; she was a tall busty brunette, dressed in a red business suit. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore horn-rimmed glasses.

“Officer Inoue,” the policewoman said, flashing a police badge. “I want to talk with you.”

“Of course, officer, what’s the matter?” Yuzuki asked, coming out from behind the counter.

“Let’s talk in back,” the policewoman said. She took Yuzuki into the backroom, away from any prying eyes that might be about. Once there, she turned to Yuzuki with a serious air. “Someone is going to rob your store.”

Yuzuki’s brown eyes widened with surprise. “Who?” she gasped.

With a grin, Hachiro drew a pistol from her belt and pointed it at the shocked clerk. “Me.”

Yuzuki stared, shocked, at Hachiro. “What-” she began.

“Get your hands up!” Hachiro snapped, gesturing threateningly with her gun.

Still in shock, Yuzuki raised her hands above her head.

“Now turn around!”

Yuzuki turned to face the weall, and Hachiro came up behind her; she grabbed Yuzuki’s hand and dragged them down behind her back, then pulled the handcuffs from her belt and snapped them shut around the captive’s wrists. “Please don’t hurt me!” Yuzuki whimpered.

“Shut up,” Hachiro snapped. She grabbed Yuzuki by the handcuff chain and hauled her around. “Sit down!” she snarled, shoving the clerk into a chair; Yuzuki watched with wide eyes as Hachiro walked to the back door, keeping her gun trained on Yuzuki the whole time; she threw back the deadbolt and swung the door open.

Three more of the gang trooped in. “Clean the place out!” Hachiro told them; they trooped out into the store, and Hachiro turned back to Yuzuki. “While they’re doing that, we have a little time to get to know each other,” she said with a grin that frightened Yuzuki. She sat in the seated woman’s lap, wrapping one arm possessively across her shoulders. “I like women,” she said. “Shh!” she snapped, clapping her free hand across Yuzuki’s mouth. “Be quiet,” she said softly. From the shop cam the sound fo breaking glass as her compatriots began looting the shop.

“Mhmm!” Yuzuki whimpered, staringly pleadingly at Hachiro, who smiled at her.

Hachiro turned to straddle Yuzuki’s lap, her weight and her legs on either side of Yuzuki pinning her in the chair. She took her hand away from Yuzuki’s mouth to lay both her hands on the back of the chair, her arms resting on Yuzuki’s shoulders either side of her neck.

“Please. . .” Yuzuki pleaded. “Please, please just- take what you want!”

“Mhmmm,” Hachiro murmrued, leaning forward toward Yuzuki with a pleasesdsmile. “I haven’t had an offer like that in a long time!” She raised her hands ran her fingers through Yuzuki’s hair.

“Mmph!” Yuziki cried, her voice muffled by Hachiro’s lips as she kissed the clerk on the lips. Yuzukie’s eyes widened with horor and she tried to turn away. But Hachiro’s fingers tightened in Yuzuki’s hair and held her still: Hachiro grinned as she felt Yuzuki’s trim body wriggling beneath hers.

Hachiro let go with one hand, and trailed it over Yuzuki’s shoulder, then down into her jacket. “MHMM!” Yuzuki moaned, struggling helplessly as Hachiro’s hand slipped down into her shirt and eased beneath her bra to come to rest on her breast.

“Mmmm,” Hachiro moaned, grinding her crotch against Yuzuki’s body; she pinched and kneaded Yuzuki’s breast and tightened her hold on Yuzuki’s hair, making her whine with pain and in protest.

Hachiro borke off the kiss as the other three gangers came back from the shop, bearing several stuffed sacks that clanked with the sound of precious metal and jewels. “Hey!” one of them protested, “don’t start without us!”

“Don’t worry!” Hachiro assured her, her fingers pinching lustily at the crying Yuzuki’s breast. “I’m just getting her warmed up!” Hachiro took her hand away from Yuzuki’s breast, slid off of her lap, then tightened her hold on the clerk’s hair and pulled her to her feet.

“Please. . .” Yuzuki wept. “Please just- just let me go! Please. . .”

Hachiro tugged at the helpless girl’s hair, tearing a cry of pain from her. “Actually,” Hachiro said. “I think we should shut this bitch up: grab her panties, willya?”

The other gangers exchanged leers, then set down their burdens. “What?! No!” Yuzuki squealed. “Don’t- stop!” she cried.

“You heard her!” Hachiro said with a cruel laugh. “Don’t stop!”

“Stop!” Yuzuki cried, kicking her feet as the gangers grabbed at her legs. “Don’t! Help, help! HELP!”

Hachiro sighed and casually clapped her free hand across Yuzuki’s lips, muffling her cries to moans; despite her desperate struggles, the gangers grabbed her legs and reached up under her skirt; they slipped her panties down her pantihosed legs, raising her feet one at a time to pull them off. Balled up in one hand, the ganger raised the dirty panties to Yuzuki’s lips.

Hachiro leaned close to Yuzuki’s face. “Now listen,” she snarled, her face ugly and her eyes dark with threat. “If you make any trouble for us, I will hurt you.” She squeezed with her hard fingers at Yuzuki’s face, making her cry. “Do you understand?”

Yuzuki nodded as best as she was able.

“Good. Now open up!”

Hachiro took her hand away, and Yuzuki reluctantly opened her mouth: her own panties were stuffed past her soft lips, then another ganger ripped a length of duct tape off a roll and slapped it across her mouth to hold her panties in place.

“Nice and quiet!” she said with a grin, smoothing the tape over Yuzuki’s skin until every line of her lips was clear.

“Good,” Hachiro said. “Let’s go.” She turned toward the back door and pulld Yuzuki by her hair after her.

The three others followed after her; they eyed Yuzuki’s ass, and made comments on it that made Yuzuki blush. As she was dragged away, the poor clerk had no idea what fate awaited her.